Mating Heat: His Purfect Mate Part 17

Braden turned in his seat. "f.u.c.k. You love her, don't you?" Anton glared at him. "Now is not the time to discuss this."

"She's a part cat. If our enforcers aren't in time to find and warn Dad and Mom kills him, you are our new alpha. You can't mate her, Anton. It would tear the pack apart." Von answered before Anton could. "Enough, Braden. That's secondary. If he loves her, we'll find a way to make it work for the pack. If they won't accept her then I'll step up to the plate but you never ask a brother to give up a woman he loves."

"You don't want to lead the pack!" Braden gasped. "You always say it's a s.h.i.t job and there isn't any reason you'd do it."

"That was before Anton fell for her." He blew out a deep breath. "I'll take the hit if he wants to mate her. His happiness is the most important thing."

"Thank you," Anton whispered.

Von glanced at him and then Shannon, then back. "I knew how you felt when you wanted us to declare war on a pride by going after her. There will be repercussions down the road. We killed some of their males."

"They stole her from me."

"Actually, Mom gave her to them," Rave stated. "I knew she could be cruel but this is beyond forgivable. She knew you'd marked your woman, realized the h.e.l.l you'd suffer if you lost her, put your life in danger, but didn't give a d.a.m.n. She put all of our lives at risk."

"We're here!" Brand yelled. "Hang on." He barely hit the brakes before they left the road.

Anton grabbed hold of Shannon tightly and the seat in front of him to keep them in place. Brand pulled far from the road, parked the van behind some trees, and killed the engine.

"We'll be guarding you from afar," Rave swore, meeting Anton's gaze. "We won't spy. As you said, she's yours. We'll respect that."

Rave shot a warning glare at the brothers as they bailed out of the van. He grabbed the men's pants out of their pile of clothes before the doors slammed shut. Anton watched them go until they moved out of sight. He turned to deal with Shannon.

"We're alone."

He pushed her onto her back on the bench seat, startled when she gasped, and his hands gripped her thighs. He salivated at the sight of her hot, swollen p.u.s.s.y dripping with her desire. He slid off the seat to his knees, cursed the tight fit between the seats as he shoved his a.s.s against the back of the other bench seat, and lowered his face.

"I'm dying too."

Chapter Fourteen.

Shannon clawed at the back of the seat with one hand while gripping the edge of it at her side with the other, just to keep down, when Anton suddenly shoved her onto her back. He spread her legs wide, and to help him, she lifted the leg against the seat to rest it along the top edge.

"I'm going to make it all better," he snarled a second before his tongue licked a wide path up her slit to her c.l.i.t.

The contact made her cry out. Her entire p.u.s.s.y throbbed painfully. She threw her head back when his mouth fastened around her c.l.i.t and he sucked. She came with a scream at just the sensation of it. The climax tore through her brutally but the pain remained. Anton didn't stop. His tongue slid across the engorged bud over and over until she came again.

He released her c.l.i.t and his tongue started to push inside her p.u.s.s.y. He snarled and jerked back.

"You're so swollen I can't get in." He replaced a finger where his mouth had been, pressed against her, and she screamed when he wiggled inside her tight channel. He froze.

"Don't stop. I need you," she panted. "It feels good."

He worked his finger in deeper, filling the void that had her hurting the most, and she trembled.

She needed more, faster, harder, but couldn't form words as he started to slowly slide his finger in and out of her. Her hips moved to arch against him. She had no control of her body and couldn't stop the sounds coming from her, which normally would have frightened her. She growled and made mewling sounds.

He added another finger, stretched her, and she came again. The pleasure terrified her, the sensations too intense, but the need remained no matter how often he brought her to climax. Just pumping his fingers inside her wasn't enough. She needed more.

"Anton," she begged.

"I don't have condoms." His voice had turned scary deep, more of a snarl than words.

Her eyes opened and she stared at his face. He'd partially changed. His fangs were out, the shape of his eyes narrow, and he had more facial hair than normal but he still looked mostly human. Her hand released the side of the seat to grip his forearm.

"I need you."

"I know but I want you to understand what could happen. It's difficult for me to think, I'm in heat too, but I seem to have a tiny bit more control. I could mate you if I totally lose it or I could get you pregnant. I am willing to risk it. I'd kill to be inside you."

"Please," she urged.

His eye color bled to pure black and he withdrew his fingers from her p.u.s.s.y. He yanked her body down the seat a little and his arm slid under her back to help her sit up. Her back pressed against the back of the seat and he dragged her a.s.s to the edge. Her gaze lowered down his chest to where he stood on his knees between her spread thighs. She stared at his c.o.c.k.

He looked bigger than he ever had, the skin so red and swollen it appeared painful, and his c.o.c.k twitched, the crown weeping fluid. Anton wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft to guide it to her. She'd never watched a guy take her before but she couldn't look away as his other arm lifted her leg higher and wider to make room for his hips.

He pressed the tip of his c.o.c.k against her p.u.s.s.y and then slowly entered her. She hissed at the pressure of something so thick penetrating her. The stretching sensation didn't hurt but it nearly made her come again. He wasn't even fully inside her yet. Anton rumbled deep within his chest-part moan, part growl.

"So hot and tight," he rasped. "Tell me if I hurt you."

His hand released his shaft and he grabbed her hip then slid his hand around to grip her a.s.s. He drew closer, made her take more of his c.o.c.k inside her, and Shannon grabbed at his arms just for something to cling to. Ecstasy shot through her from the pressure of his rigid flesh and from the friction of him filling her.

"Look at me."

Her gaze lifted. She knew he barely kept a leash on his beast. She could see the wolf lurking in his dark gaze. She wondered if she looked as animalistic. The raw s.e.x appeal of him barely keeping his humanity made her buck her hips, urging him on.

"Take me."

"f.u.c.k," he snarled, and drove all the way inside her to the hilt.

Shannon growled, threw her head back, and her nails dug into his skin. Her hips wiggled frantically. "More. Again," she urged.

"I couldn't stop if I tried. You've got both sides of me, kitten." He nearly withdrew from her fully and then he slammed back inside. His powerful body dominated hers. He f.u.c.ked her forcefully and fast, deeply, and she gave herself up to sensation. She came and he roared out. His hips slowed a few thrusts and then he started again. It drove her pa.s.sion on.

Sweat coated both their bodies, helping them glide together seamlessly. Time ceased to exist. At one point he withdrew totally from her, turned her over, and pinned her body on her knees over the seat. She had to force her hands to let go of him to grip the back of the seat he bent her over just for something to hold on to. He entered her from behind, drove into her frantically, and she screamed out as another climax gripped her just from the feel of the new position.

I'm not going to survive this, her mind sobbed. Anton powered in and out of her p.u.s.s.y, f.u.c.king her with an intensity that should have scared her, but she needed and wanted more. Another wave of pleasure overcame her, her throat sore from the sounds she made, but all that mattered was the ecstasy rolling throughout her body. Hands gripped her hips to hold her still as she tried to push back to keep urging him on.

"Shannon," he groaned. "f.u.c.k." He roared out, slowed slightly, and the feel of his s.e.m.e.n shooting inside her triggered another climax.

"More," she whispered.

His response was to start thrusting inside her again, this time slower, seeming to want to torture her. She gripped the seat and shoved back against his hands, slamming him inside her deeper, and she climaxed. Black spots twinkled while she stared at the seat in front of her face. A dizzy spell nearly overtook her but then Anton started to drive in and out of her strongly, moving fast, the way she wanted, and her need overrode her exhaustion.

Anton howled out when he came, his release triggered yet another o.r.g.a.s.m inside her weary body, and this time she couldn't fight off the dizziness. She slumped against the seat, panted, and finally the pain ceased. The need slowly faded.

"Shannon?" Alarm sounded in his voice.

"I'm okay," she got out. "Tired. It's not hurting anymore." He leaned over her back, his hands traced from her hips to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to caress them, and he brushed a tender kiss on her shoulder.

"I'm going to take care of you. Rest, okay?"

She nodded and wanted to turn to snuggle against him but instead she closed her eyes and Anton's soft curse was the last sound she heard.

Every muscle inside Anton's body ached. He'd gone through plenty of mating heats but none had been as exhausting or as pleasurable as the time he'd just spent with Shannon. He lifted her into his arms to adjust her sleeping form on the bench seat, careful not to trap her hair underneath her back when he laid her flat.

She looked pale to him and he wanted to curse a blue streak. She might be part shifter but he'd forgotten how human she was as well. He reached for the shirt he'd ripped off her during s.e.x, realized only then that he had, and spread it over her bared b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He turned his head, examined the van, and found the pile of clothing they'd left behind when they'd driven to pride lands, stripped, and transformed to hunt the males who'd taken Shannon. Only shirts and his pants remained.

He grabbed Rave's shirt to cover her from ribs to thighs. The overpowering smell of s.e.x inside the van made him groan. His c.o.c.k twitched and he grimaced at his stiffening member. "Stay down, d.a.m.n it."

He grabbed his pants, opened the side door, and pulled them on. He opened all the doors to air out the van and then let out a low whistle he knew his family would hear. Within minutes his brothers and cousin walked out of the woods from different directions.

"That was fast," Brand spoke.

"Fast?" Braden snorted. "I thought we'd have to camp out here tonight. It's been about three hours. The sun is about to go down."

"Shut up," Rave snapped. He gave Anton his full attention. "Is she okay?"

"She's asleep. She's not as strong as we are. She pa.s.sed out cold from exhaustion." Brand withdrew the keys from his front pocket. "She's going to be in heat for a few days. Feed her when she wakes, get as much rest as you can between bouts of s.e.x, and don't leave her for anything. If you're there she'll come after you. If you're not..." He paused. "It won't be her fault if the pain takes her reason and she goes after another male."

Rage surged through Anton at the idea of anyone else touching Shannon. "That won't ever happen."

Brand studied him. "I believe you. It used to be Charma's worst fear. It never happened to her but she'd heard stories of other females going nuts and waking up after some of the worst of the heat pa.s.sed to find themselves with strangers. There are pills they can take to lessen the symptoms but I don't know how you'd get hold of them. She'd get h.o.r.n.y but it was manageable for her. There are also pills cats have to prevent pregnancy."

Braden groaned. "Pregnant? Is that even possible? She's a puma and we're wolves." Brand shrugged. "She's mostly human and we know we can breed with them."

"That would be a nightmare," Braden muttered.

Rage simmered under Anton's skin and he took a threatening step toward his youngest brother.

"Seal your mouth or eat my fist. If Shannon is pregnant, I'll be happy about it." Rave threw his hand out and smacked the youngest brother on the back of the head. "Dumba.s.s.

That's your possible niece or nephew you just called a nightmare. You sound like our mother." Braden flinched. "Sorry."

"Take us home. We need to find out if Dad is safe and I want Shannon to wake in my bed." Anton glanced at his family. "Thank you for helping me find her in time."

"We're brothers." Rave smiled. "I know you would be there if I needed you."

"You could have gone after Dad instead." Anton had worried about that.

Rave hesitated. "He knows how deceitful our mother can be at times. He defends her f.u.c.ked-up actions. Your woman is an innocent in this, a victim, and there were other wolves to help Dad. It was a no-brainer for me."

"That's what we have enforcers for," Von reminded them. "To help us when we're busy. I'm just glad we found Shannon." He shot a curious look at Rave. "How did you know where they'd take her?"

"I told you. I go undercover to hang out at the biker bar that borders their lands. I hear s.h.i.t about the pride. We have a meeting tree in our woods and they have a log." He shrugged. "I figured that would be the most logical place for them to take her. I'm just glad they were so predictable. Otherwise we would have had to grab one of their members, torture them into telling us the location, and we might have been too late."

"I owe all of you," Anton promised softly.

"Want me to smack you on the back of the head next for being a dumba.s.s?" Rave grinned. "Shut up. The only thing I'm p.i.s.sed about is I'm in heat and you'll kill me if I touch the only woman within a mile of us. Let's go. I have a woman at my place who is probably pretty p.i.s.sed she's had to wait for me to show up."

Anton climbed back inside the van and sat on the bench seat in front of Shannon. Her breathing was slow and steady. He met Rave's gaze when he slumped into the seat in front of him.

"She's beautiful, Bro. I can see the way you look at her. Don't allow politics to screw up your happiness."

"I meant it when I offered," Von interrupted. "I don't want to lead the pack but if you mate her and they won't follow you because of it, I'll step up to the plate. Your happiness comes first." Emotion nearly overwhelmed Anton. "Thank you."

Von shrugged. "It's not as though I have a life. Besides, I can't see our father stepping down any time soon. He's strong and healthy. He could hold the pack for decades." He paused. "Did you mate her?

I don't smell blood but it would be too soon to scent a change in both of you if you had."

"I can't smell anything but s.e.x," Braden grumbled. "This is mean, by the way. I'm in heat too. I think my d.i.c.k is permanently bent at an odd angle from wearing pants in this condition. I'm sorry I put them on when we headed off into the woods."

Rave snorted. "I heard your heavy breathing. You didn't keep the pants on the entire time." He winked. "Is your hand tired or did you switch up?"

"Shut up." Braden blushed. "I could hear them. Don't tell me I was the only one."

"It's all about control." Von snickered. "We all have women waiting for us. I wasn't jacking off. I prefer the real thing."

Brand started the van and backed out of the woods, onto the road. He threw it in drive and punched the gas. "Don't let them get to you, Braden. I don't have a woman waiting for me and you weren't alone." He turned his head and smiled. "I switched up. It helps keep my biceps even so one arm isn't bigger than the other. Remember that." He returned his focus to the road.

"f.u.c.k," Anton groaned. "I'm glad Shannon is sleeping. She gets embarra.s.sed easily. I never want any of you to mention this. Let her think you couldn't hear anything and n.o.body got off with us." He glared at Braden. "You better have been picturing another woman in your fantasies." His brother blushed again.

Anton snarled and lunged. Rave grabbed him and shoved him back against his seat.

"Don't. He's a kid."

"I'm twenty-five," Braden protested. "I'm full grown."

"But you're not overly bright to think about your brother's woman while you're jacking off." Von chuckled. "At least learn to lie."

Rave laughed and only released Anton after he relaxed back against his seat. "Dumba.s.s."

"f.u.c.k you," Braden growled.

"Seems you do fine on your own," Rave shot back.

"Just get us home." Anton turned his head to watch Shannon. "And slow down, Brand. I don't want the rough road to wake her."

He ignored his brothers, his sole focus on the sleeping woman. A cell phone rang. Von twisted his body and yanked it from his back pocket.

"Von here." He listened for a while. "Thanks."