The King's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 4

  Snorting, he shot her a look as he started the drive home. “You got yourself drunk by downing nearly a third of the tequila in under two minutes.” Turning the heat up a little bit in the truck, he had to wonder if she’d even remember the conversation come morning. “I still think you might have an issue if you woke to a full-sized Jaguar male in your bed. But I will curl up with you until you’re asleep if you want me to.”

  “I think that you should sleep with me anyway. I’ve never had a man sleeping with me before, and I think that I would really like that a whole lot. How about you go to sleep with me, hugging me and keeping me warm?” Chrissy retorted with a loopy smile on her face as she spoke.

  “We can do that, too,” he agreed, really, really hoping she’d remember this conversation come morning. He did not want to have to go to work with a black eye and explain it. Mainly because he was sure he’d end up with a lecture about doing what was right and not what he wanted.

  “Sounds good.” Chrissy yawned and rubbed her cheek against the leather of the seat. “Wake me when we get there,” she grumbled before she was out cold, the booze and her own exhaustion pulling her into a deep slumber.

  He wasn’t even going to bother with that. Somehow Tryg would get her inside, into a bed, and leave her to sleep off her drunkenness. He’d stick out the night with her, in case she needed him. He had promised after all. And he didn’t break promises.

  Twenty minutes later he pulled into his driveway and shut off the engine. Holding his breath, he watched her for any sign of waking. Letting it out when she just murmured in her sleep, he slid out, closing the door carefully, and went to open the house. Returning, he lifted her out of the seat and headed in, making a mental note to ensure the gate was locked tight.

  Carrying her through the house, he took her upstairs and paused, finally deciding the master bedroom was the best place. Oh she’d probably bitch come morning, but it had the biggest bed, his bed, in it. That was all he needed to know. It didn’t take him long to get her stripped down to her underwear and shirt tucking her in right up to her nose. Checking the house and gate quickly, he returned and, closing the door, went to grab a shower.

  Chapter Four

  Grinning when he felt her stirring, Tryggr squeezed her closer and growled softly as if protesting her movements. Her entire body seemed to go as stiff as a board. Oh yeah, she wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Nuzzling in closer to her, he breathed in her scent and tucked her tighter. She was pretty much naked under the blankets while he was only in a pair of shorts lying on top of the blankets, but it would paint the perfect picture.

  “Who undressed me? What happened?” she asked in a low tone. “Oh God,” she said her eyes going wide and darting around. “Did we?” she whispered softly. “Oh lordy, did we and I don’t remember it?”

  “Shh,” he grumbled, fighting to keep a grin off his face. “Sleeping more is good for residual alcohol in the system,” he muttered, stretching slightly. Dragging her in tighter to him, he “accidentally” cupped her breast through the sheet and rubbed his nose to her neck. “What do you remember from last night?” Tryggr put a little suspicion into his tone.

  “Everything until we got into the truck and then nothing after that. I remember everything that Talon said,” she whispered and rubbed her ass against his straining cock. She couldn’t seem to help herself. God it felt nice to feel him holding her and feel his obvious desire. “So you are a King?”

  “Technically, yes,” he muttered. She would fucking remember that part. He’d have to remember to kick Talon in the balls for that. “You fell asleep on the ride here. I carried you in, stripped you down, and tucked you into bed. And since I’d made a promise to hold you while you slept, here I am, holding you as you slept.”

  “I really like you holding me,” she told him with a smile. “I think that maybe you should hold me a lot more often.” She turned in his arms. There was a sheet between the two of them, but she still felt every inch of his body, felt the heat of his body. “I like waking up in your arms.” She laid her cheek against his chest. “Why is that? Why do I feel this intense connection to you? What have you done to me?”

  “I didn’t do anything, sugar. I’ve just been laying here sleeping until you woke up and I figured I’d have some fun with you.” Peering down at her, Tryg grinned. “Good morning, by the way,” he said, softly brushing a kiss to her nose. “You look much better without the green tingeing your cheeks.”

  “Good morning to you, too.” She grinned up at him and nodded. “Yeah, I bet,” she muttered with a grin. “That I look better without a green hue. For now I really should go and brush my teeth. I really don’t want you to have to be ‘blessed’ with my wonderful-smelling breath this morning.”

  Chuckling softly, he shrugged. “Go ahead, darling. I’ll wait right here for you. If you don’t want me seeing more than the little I got last night, you may want to grab the robe I left on the end of the bed for you.”

  Being far bolder than she actually was, she said, “And if I don’t mind that you look at me? I like you, Tryggr, a great deal. Heavens, just the fact that I’m here in bed with you and not freaking out because you are a Jaguar should tell you that.”

  “Well I’m also not all fuzzy and furry, darling.” He grinned at her. “But I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to tromp around naked as the day you were born. I just don’t want you uncomfortable, sweetheart. The choice is yours, always yours.”

  Chrissy winked at him and grinned. “Well, then I think that I should go and get my teeth brushed and then you come and shower with me, Tryg. I’m a grown woman. I know what I want and what I need and that’s you.” She knew they had just met, but she didn’t care. She loved him, knew she loved him, wanted him, and wouldn’t give up until she had him.

  “Rather daring for your first romp with a Jag, darling.” He grinned at her. “Just give a shout and I’ll be right there.” After he did the mad dash to the guest bath to brush his own teeth and hopefully managed to skid back into the room before she opened the door.

  “You are the only Jag I want to romp with, so I figured I should begin as I intend to go on,” she told him with a grin. “I really, really intend on being naked with you and showering with you a great deal, so why not start it that way now?” She winked and then said, “All right. I will holler when I’m ready for you. It will give you time to go brush your teeth, too.” She quickly disappeared into the bathroom.

  Laughing softly, he rolled off the bed and ran for the guest bath. Grabbing a spare toothbrush, he brushed his teeth as he grinned idiotically at his reflection. She was a keeper, he realized as he spat out the paste and rinsed. Jogging back to his bedroom, he threw himself onto the bed and lay on his back waiting for her.

  “Well are you going to come in here or not?” Chrissy yelled as she stood under the hot water. “Come on, I’m getting lonely in here by myself, you know.” Grabbing the soap, she rubbed it over her body and said, “I’m getting myself all soapy on my own. I really would like to have someone else’s hands on me, you know.”

  “Well you should have said something then,” he murmured at her back. Sliding his hands around, he pulled her back against him and nipped at her neck. “You are bloody gorgeous.” Tryggr growled against her skin.

  Leaning back against him, Chrissy closed her eyes and shivered. “And you are so amazing yourself,” she told him before turning in his arms and looking up at him. “And you’re not bad to look at either, Tryggr.”

  “Hardly,” he murmured, knowing he had scarring on his body from the assault that killed his parents. Injuries incurred with magic, injuries that had taken a long time to heal and forever left marks on his body. “You are all a woman should be, soft, curvy, sensual, and so sexy I may just come before I even get inside of you.”

  “Oh don’t do that,” Chrissy said with a grin. “That is unless my mouth is wrapped around your cock.” She reached down between them and wrapped her fingers around him boldly. “And I know you a
re scarred. I don’t care though. You are still the most amazingly handsome man that I’ve ever seen in all my life. I love every single part of you.”

  “You don’t even know me, sugar,” he murmured on a growl of pleasure. Leaning in, he kissed her as he backed her to the wall. “But I want you to know absolutely everything about me,” Tryggr whispered quietly against her lush mouth.

  “I don’t know you, but I trust myself, and my heart is telling me that you are it for me.” Nipping at his lips, she shuddered. “I don’t understand it, but you are mine. You were meant to find me, and I intend on keeping you.” She growled and squeezed him tighter in her hands.

  Growling deep, he caught her hands and pressed them over her head to the wall. “Behave or you’ll have me embarrassing myself.” Nipping at her lips, Tryggr breathed her in slowly as he pressed in closer to her. “I want you so badly I may not be as gentlemanly as I should, so let me say it now. I will make it up to you later.”

  “I don’t need you to be gentlemanly. I need you to be wild. I want you to be wild.” She, however, had to admit that she really, really liked it that he was taking control, that he was forcing her body into submission. “I need you, Tryggr,” she begged.

  Growling, he nibbled down her neck lightly, and he sucked at her throat. “Keep your arms up,” he ordered before dropping to his knees. Spreading her legs, he cupped her ass and pulled her to his mouth, his tongue finding the tight swollen bud between her swollen folds.

  She wanted to reach down and wrap her fingers in his hair but she didn’t. She did as he had ordered her, kept her arms up. “Please,” she begged. “I want to touch you. Please, I really want to touch you.”

  Spreading her so he could thrust his tongue against her wetness, he growled. “Later,” he told her. Flicking his tongue deeper into her pussy, he pulled out her cream. “So sweet,” he practically purred against her softest flesh.

  That made her come all the more, his demands, his force. “Oh God. So good,” she cried out. “Please, Tryggr. That feels so good. More. Please, I want to come, need to come. I want to come because I need you inside of me.”

  Thrusting a finger into her body, he sucked at her clitoris and growled softly against her flesh. Pressing a second finger into her wet pussy, he rocked his fingers in and out of her fast and hard. “Come for me,” he growled.

  Chrissy did just that. Lifting her leg again, she screamed and arched her back. She swore that the lights dimmed with her pleasure and she sobbed. “Tryggr!” His name echoed on the glass enclosure, but she didn’t care.

  Getting to his feet fast, he lifted her up and thrust into her, his body shuddering when she squeezed him tight. Grabbing her hands, he held them up as he forced his cock deeper into her pussy. Rocking hard and fast, he took her, pushing and pulling in and out of her sweet, wet body.

  Chrissy lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. She might not be able to have her arms around him, but she could and would hold him with her legs. Arching against him, she moved harder against him with the help of the shower wall. Her eyes on his, she demanded, “Kiss me, Tryggr. Please.” She was again ready to come. Lord, he could make her come over and over again just by looking at her.

  Pumping his hips, he leaned in and brushed his lips to hers, teasing her with a small grin. “You are so wet, so soft, so mine,” he smiled, nipping at her lip. Running his tongue over the small wound, he breathed in their mixing scents. “You smell so bloody sexy, all that pretty and slick cream sliding around my cock turning the air heavy.”

  Chrissy grinned. “So yours, and you’re mine, Tryggr. I’m keeping you,” she said with a growl of her own. “More,” she begged leaning her head to the side and baring her neck to him. “Please.”

  Nuzzling at her throat, he licked gently up the smooth column. Releasing her hands, he slid his hands down to cup her bottom, tipping her more toward him. “I think you should always be naked,” he commented for absolutely no reason. “I love you naked,” he purred, nipping at her throat.

  “I think that can totally be arranged.” Chrissy whimpered again and moved her hands so that she could wrap them around his neck. “I think I just plain love you,” she whispered very, very quietly, so quietly that she was sure he didn’t hear her, and squeezed him tightly. “Harder, Tryggr. Please.”

  Scraping his teeth down the length of her throat, he groaned. “I love you, too, Chrissy,” he whispered a second before he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Holding her pinned to the wall, he took her harder, fucking her as she tightened around him like a vise, and growled.

  Chrissy’s eyes went wide and a scream stilled in her throat. Pleasure soaked each and every single cell of her body. It was so intense that she literally saw stars before she finally did scream again. Her body clamped down on his and milked him for an orgasm that would match hers. She came. Hard, hot, and fast she came.

  His hips slammed into her once more as his seed jetted hard from his body into hers. Growling deeper in his chest, he held her to him tight as he continued to pump into her tight sheath. Shuddering, he closed his eyes and soaked up the sensations, his bond-mate, in his arms, wrapped around his cock, forever his.

  Chrissy’s legs slipped from his waist and back to the floor. Panting heavily, she finally opened her eyes and looked at him, a silly smile on her face when she did. “Good morning, Tryggr. I really hope that we can start each morning like this.”

  Lifting his head after licking gently at the wound on her shoulder, he rubbed his nose to hers lightly. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he rasped out roughly. “I will gladly start every morning with you just like this,” he murmured, shifting to slide free of her body. “We should bathe and then go and get back into bed for a while.”

  “Oh, I love how you think,” Chrissy murmured happily. “Especially if it means that I will get to taste you like you were able to taste me. I really, really want to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you until you come. I then want to get up on you and ride you until we are both screaming. These are things that will happen in bed, right?”

  “If we get there before I decide to bend you over and take you again, it will,” Tryg told her honestly with a chuckle. “Better wash up, darling, because with that image in my head your chances of getting out of here without prune toes are dropping quickly.”

  “I can handle prune toes,” Chrissy told him with a smile. “In fact I really think that we should try this with you behind me. I would love to feel your hands on me when you are fucking me from behind. I’m up for anything your mind can come up with, darling.”

  “Oh, babe, you shouldn’t tell a Cat as old as I am that,” he purred out softly with a wicked grin. “I am extremely creative and have been alive long enough to have learned a lot of things. You may very well regret telling me to have my way with you.” Not really what she’d said, but to hell with that. Turning her around, he put her hands to the wall and bent her over as he rubbed his cock against her silky wet body.

  “I don’t think that I can ever regret anything with you, Tryggr,” Chrissy admitted to him and pushed back. “I just need you in my life, Tryg, now and for a very long time.” Forever would be nice. It was so cliché and so dumb. She knew that it was, but she was in love with him. That fast, she loved him.

  “Well, darling,” he breathed out against her neck lightly. Pressing into her slowly, he rolled his hips. “You are mine for the rest of time,” he murmured, licking her throat lightly. “You’re my bond-mate, Chrissy, more than marriage, and it’s permanent, no divorce. You are my other half, my heart and soul. Two pieces of the whole forever linked in body and mind. Your needs, your pain and your fears are mine and vice versa.”

  She gave a body wracking shiver. “I get to keep you?” she asked when she arched her back to let him slide deeper, her eyes closed with absolute ecstasy on her face.

  “Forever,” he whispered, softly nipping at her ear. “Which is a hell of a lot longer than you may believe in my world, Chrissy.” Grinning, he thrust
deeper and flexed his cock before rocking back slowly and forward hard flexing once more. Sliding his hands over her ribs, he cupped her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples, and tugged, rolled, and flicked them as he fucked her slowly.

  “Oh God,” she cried out and bit her lower lip. “I will take every second that I can get with you, Tryggr.” She panted and leaned forward, her teeth biting into her lips as she did so. “Harder.” It was a demand, pure, simple, blunt, and to the point.

  “When I’m ready, not a second before,” he told her with a grin, smacking her ass lightly before returning to playing with her nipples. “You have such pretty breasts, pink and perky nipples that just beg to be sucked and played with for hours.”

  “And yet you have me faced away from you,” she grumbled after jumping from his smack. “You are killing me slowly here.” Her hands were still on the tile where he demanded she leave them, even though she wanted to drop them to cover his hands on her breasts, something, anything to feel as if she was an active part of this lovemaking session they were having.

  “Well, you will have me all to your pretty little self when we get out. But you did insist I have another go at your sexy little body, after all,” he pointed out with a chuckle. “I was all ready to be giving and generous, but you did insist, and when I’m not super horny, I’m nothing if not a gentleman.”

  Chrissy’s head dropped and she moaned. “God, I hope that you are super horny every day for the rest of our life!” she admitted and pushed back on him once again. “Please,” she begged softly. “Just a bit more. Please, Tryggr.”

  Cupping her, he rubbed his finger over her clitoris. “I’m always super horny, sugar, especially when I now have a mate in my life to play with. And, darling”—he nipped her shoulder as he thrust in hard—“I’m a Cat. I love to play with my treats,” he whispered, moving quickly, riding her for everything he was worth.

  Chrissy’s back arched and she shuddered. A scream poured from her lips when he pushed harder, faster, deeper into her body. Her fingers curled into tight fists until she was finally whimpering.“Tryggr, Gods, please.”