"You're certain about this?" Quinn checked one last time, reminding me that I was asking for something irrevocable.
"Positive," I grinned.
I wanted him to mark, mate and claim me; I was sure of that. I'd mated and claimed him days ago, and we'd been imprinting to one another ever since. I'd also marked his neck to show the whole world he was mine the next day, and because I'm part-fairy, that had also started the type of bond fairies have with their mates forming between us, too. To let him do the same to me felt like one more step to me, not the big deal he was making it out to be. Still, I knew why this meant so much to him... and in truth, it meant a lot to me, too.
He grinned at my answer and kissed me, holding me tight to his body so I could feel that he was hard again, just thinking about claiming me. I loved the way it felt to be held like this; his arms so strong they felt inescapable, but a warm and loving kind of inescapable. I craved his strength tonight, and that streak of possessiveness he usually fought to contain.
I slowly disentangled my limbs from his, then got out of bed, pulling him with me. He kissed me sweetly again, wondering what I wanted. I told him by turning around and presenting myself to him like a tigress in heat, leaning over the bed with my ass in the air to display how wet and ready I was. We'd been fooling around for almost an hour already (and I would probably never look at chocolate pudding the same way again), but I knew I wouldn't feel done tonight 'til I'd had him inside me for a long, long while.
"Claim me," I murmured, looking over my shoulder right at him. Then more words came out of my mouth; words I hadn't intended to say aloud. "Make me beg you and beg you, and then claim me so roughly... please, John?"
He just stared at me, licking his lips as his eyes flickered from purple to amber and back again... but I only half-noticed his eyes; my own kept wandering downwards, to see how hard he was as he stared at my dripping sex, my prone position... the man would have me begging before he'd said a word or laid a single finger on me. Perfect.
"Your cock," I gasped, wriggling my ass to draw his attention to it. "Please, your cock."
"What about it?" He started stroking himself, making me jealous of his lucky, lucky hand, getting to feel that wonderful organ.
I arched my back as hard as I could, hoping he'd take the hint. "Force it in, all at once, make me feel how big you are, make it hurt..." I needed him to know it was OK to be forceful tonight, because I knew that even now, he wouldn't ever assume that.
He finally bent over me then, sliding his cock along my lips to tease me, then pressed his hot hard chest to my back and nibbled on my ear. "Are you sure you can handle me fucking you roughly?" he purred in my ear, feigning concern to stall and keep me begging.
I choked out an incoherent noise and nodded like mad, wishing he'd do just that. "Please," I gasped when I could form a single word again.
"Are you sure you can handle me," he suddenly, without warning, pinched my nipples, then tugged them sharply to pull me back against him, "torturing these as I do?"
I whimpered at the sudden pain, but was nodding again a moment later. "Yes. Please, yes."
"You really want a wild animal biting your neck and snarling at you, while he pounds your gorgeous body?" he teased.
I literally swooned in delight. "Sounds perfect." I couldn't wait another moment for it. "Enough teasing, fuck me already."
He just chuckled in my ear. "No, I think I'll tease you a while longer. You sound so hot, begging me like that. In fact, maybe all I'll do is tease you."
"Evil man," I grumbled, hatching evil plans of my own. I started wriggling out from under him, knowing just what to say to make him stop me. "If you don't wanna fuck me, there's someone next door who's always offering to -" My threat had exactly the effect I'd hoped, and before I could finish speaking, his arms were so tight around me, they forced all the air from my lungs in a rush as jealousy surged through him.
"NO!" he roared in my ear, holding me to him like he was never going to let me go. "You're mine."
"Yes," I arched my back enthusiastically, giving him easy access to my wet heat. "Please claim me, my tiger."
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, trying to regain control of himself. He was unconsciously twisting my nipples back and forth, like my body was one of those executive stress toys people use to squeeze and pinch out their frustration. It was deliciously painful, making me drip for him.
"Fuck me, please fuck me now, please John," I babbled, squirming in his arms.
"Mmmm, I'm going to," he assured me, calmer now. "Do you want me to fuck you as hard as I can? Not hold back at all?"
"Please," I breathed, dizzy at the thought of how forceful that would be.
"Then stay still and silent while I get you ready for me. Be good, and I'll fuck you so hard..."
I gasped and nodded, hoping I could manage to be 'good' enough to earn the rough, possessive fucking I craved so deeply.
"Good girl," he repeated, and the patronizing tone of voice he used made me tingle deep between my legs.
I stilled myself immediately and bit my tongue to keep silent for him. As soon as I did, his fingers were tracing my swollen lips, spreading moisture wherever we might need it. I wanted to whimper and moan and buck against him, but I made myself do as he asked. It was oddly arousing, staying quiet for him. It was like he was claiming me already, making me come for him silently before he let me scream his name while he rode me hard.
His finger slid inside me, rubbing the spots I liked best, and I had to bite my tongue harder to keep from crying out. He was moving down my body now, his chest no longer against my back. I felt sure I was ready for him to fuck me, but if he wanted me even wetter and more relaxed, who was I to argue? A moment later his teeth found the round cushions of my ass and nipped them all over. I knew the harder bites would leave marks, and that excited me even more.
He massaged me with just one finger for a while, then added a second and eventually a third. He was using his hand to stretch me open for him, and it was all I could do to keep from moaning or thrusting my hips back onto his hand.
"You smell amazing," he told me, then ran his prickly tongue along my lips for the first time. "And you taste even better."
His mouth found my hard little nub then, sucking and nibbling as I fought to stay still. He wrapped an arm around my legs and held me tight, his other hand still massaging me open. Then he slid a fourth finger inside me and I was seeing stars.
His hand was sliding deeper and deeper into me, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming in delight. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he pushed a little harder. The irregular bumps of his knuckles were right at my entrance, causing sensations I'd never felt before; sensations so intense I almost forgot to breathe. My eyes rolled back in my head and my breath came in pants; I was so close to coming my legs were trembling. He kept his fingers inside me and wriggled them, creating even more incredible sensation. Then his thumb pressed against my tighter, smaller opening and I couldn't help but gasp. He sucked my clit even harder, and fireworks went off behind my eyes. My body pumped and pulsed around him, pleasure rolling through me in wave after wave, but I stayed still and silent as he asked.
"Say it," he demanded, giving me permission to speak again.
I opened my mouth but a ragged scream was all that came out; I was still coming so I couldn't form a single coherent word. He pulled his hand out of me and stood up quickly, grabbing my breast roughly with his slippery fingers as my climax ended.
"Say it," he demanded again, more desperately this time. "Please, babe, say it."
He was pushing against my entrance now, and I badly wanted him to bury himself inside me, to claim me roughly and make me his. I pulled myself together as best I could, trying to concentrate. I knew that all I had to do was ask and he would fill me.
"Please, John," I begged. When he didn't take me, I knew I hadn't said the right thing yet. "Fuck me," I tried, but that wasn't it either. "Claim me," also didn't work, but I felt him almost lose it then. I was close. "I'm yours," I whimpered.
With that, he was all the way inside me in a single hard thrust, tiger-sized and enormous. It was heaven and hell all at once, pleasure and pain, love and violence. Perfect. I cried out loudly and he stilled himself inside me, letting my body adjust to him. After a few uncomfortable seconds, I relaxed around him, and the pain faded into incredible pleasure. I sobbed and pushed my hips back onto him, trying to take him even deeper. He started moving again, thrusting into me so hard he made me tingle all the way to my teeth. His hand/paws tugged my nipples to make me slam onto him even harder, and the contrast of soft fur against tormented breast was wonderful. I felt another climax building inside me, getting closer every time he banged against my womb.
Without breaking his rhythm, he leaned over and bit my neck, pressing tiger fur all against my back.
"Mine," he panted, as possessive as any vampire but fives times as loving.
I arched my back and he was even deeper inside me. "Yes," I gasped. "Yours."
"Then come when I tell you to," he commanded, twirling my nipples in his tight furry grasp.
"Yes," I gasped again, right on the edge of an explosive climax. I had been close already, but the idea of coming at his command turned me on so much I was having to hold back now, waiting patiently for him to give me permission.
"Sookie," he whispered in my ear. "My woman, my mate. You're mine and I love you. Come for me beautiful. I'm all yours."
I screamed as another sensational orgasm tore through my body, knocking the breath from my lungs and the sense from my mind. He didn't let up for a second, slamming into me with unrelenting force that drew my pleasure out, making me climax again whenever my body tried to come down from its high. He kept me there for as long as he could, so I would feel no pain as his claws raked my body, leaving me covered in the fine scratches shifters traditionally drew on their new mate's skin. How he could fuck me so hard and mark me so gently, I wasn't sure, but I loved that he cared enough to do it this way.
Finally, when I could feel most of my skin tingling with his shallow scratches, I decided it was time for him to finish - and I knew exactly what he needed to get there.
"My tiger," I whimpered. "All mine. Love you John."
Then he was roaring, sounding every bit the tiger he was as he slammed deep inside me one last time. I felt him fill me with his come, even hotter than the rest of him, and he pulled me over the edge again, his pleasure becoming mine. He collapsed on top of me, shaking from the overwhelming sensations.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, draped over the side of the bed. I expected him to soften inside me and slide out, but he didn't. I could tell that he needed me again; that when a tiger claimed his mate, it wasn't over quickly. I reached up to touch my neck, but was disappointed to feel my skin still intact.
"You didn't mark me," I realized, feeling something tear in my chest, knowing I had offered myself and not been taken. "Don't you want -"
He nipped my neck again, immediately silencing me. "This," he rumbled in my ear, tugging my nipples to make me twitch around him, "is too important to rush. We're gonna do this right."
I was about to ask what 'doing this right' entailed, when he abruptly pulled out of me, making me whimper in disappointment. He sat right beside me on the edge of the bed, and when I looked up at him, all he said was, "Come here." I grinned and licked my lips, loving how bossy he was being. I crawled into his lap immediately, admiring his fangs, tail and tiger fur. He was so beautiful like this; part-man, part-tiger. And so big. I knelt over him, positioning him right at my entrance so he could take me again whenever he wanted. Then, for a long moment, I was just staring into his gorgeous slanted amber eyes, waiting for him to command me. He grinned back, loving the extra-willing look on my face.
"Sit down," he rumbled at last, finally giving me what I wanted so much.
I did my best to take him all the way inside me in a single smooth movement, but that was easier said than done. He wrapped one arm around my waist and brought his other thumb to my nub, rubbing me to make me relax as he pressed me all the way onto him. I squirmed in his arms, pretending to struggle, but I couldn't stop grinning long enough to be at all convincing. I loved that over-full feeling, when he made my body stretch just a little faster than it wanted to, so I'd fully feel his size. Then he was all the way inside me again, grinding me against him as his other hand found it's way into my hair, so he could hold me still as he claimed my mouth as well. He kissed me possessively for minute after minute, his tongue almost as deep inside me as his cock, toying with my aching, dripping body. Then, at last, my body fully relaxed, opening to him completely, so it offered absolutely no resistance to him being inside me.
When he pulled away from my lips I stared at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed, desperate to give him any pleasure he could ask.
"Good girl," he purred possessively, and a thrill ran through me simply because I pleased him. He liked me all wet and open and willing, I could feel that. "Now you're ready for me to claim you."
"Please," I begged, baring my neck to him as much as I could with his hand in my hair holding my head still.
He chuckled and turned my head the other way, guiding me to the scars on his neck. As soon as he let go of my hair, I started kissing them, flinging my arms around him to hold him to me. "Mine, mine, mine," I murmured, savoring the feelings that rolled through him as I did. Belonging, surrender, absolute love... this man was all mine, proudly wearing the marks that showed the world he belonged to me.
"You're gonna feel like this, too," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll be all mine." He needed me to know that the exact feelings I could sense from him right now, would soon be mine as well.
"Oh, yes," was all I could say to that. "God, yes. Please, yes." I was still offering my neck to him, and if he'd just bite down...
He gave an almost-evil chuckle. "Mmmm, keep begging, beautiful. I love hearing you plead like that."
"No, please," I begged, "please bite me, John. I'm all yours. Please." I wriggled on his cock, so aroused I had to do something.
He chuckled again. "I want to feel how much you want to be mine," he whispered to me. "I don't just want you to offer... I don't just want you to beg me for it... I want you to make me claim you. I want to tease you 'til you can't wait a moment longer, and you force my fangs into your neck..."
I thought about it for only an instant, and my body exploded in overwhelming pleasure, milking his cock as I ground myself against him. I moaned for him, feeling my body mold to him, becoming more and more his even before he claimed me.
"Does thinking about my fangs in your neck make you come, beautiful?" he asked as I kept on twitching around him.
I shook my head. "The mark," I gasped, feeling my pleasure soar again at the thought of it. "Your mark."
He started licking and nibbling my neck, teasing me mercilessly with nips so hard I felt sure he was about to give me what I wanted, but always pulling back at the last instant. Every time he did it, a series of pleas escaped my lips as I begged him to claim me. I was squirming wildly now, writhing on his cock as he held me all the way down onto him, knowing I couldn't last much longer.
"Please," I almost sobbed. "Please, tell me I've begged enough. Please, fuck me and claim me. John, please."
He grinned at the wild look in my eye, then kissed me so sweetly I would almost have forgiven him for making me beg so much... except I could 'hear' him planning new torment for me, even as he gently satisfied my lips. My whole body shivered in arousal, loving the things he did to me. The more he made me beg, the wetter and hungrier I got, so when he finally pounded me, it would be nothing but joy.
He effortlessly stood up, using his arm around my waist to keep me to him. He was showing off his strength now, just like I wanted him to, and when he wedged me tightly against my bedroom wall, using his entire body weight to pin me there, I almost came again. I was still completely open to him, my body welcoming him all the way inside me, needing a deep hard pounding that would leave me tender for days.
He just kissed me though, and I finally realized how serious he was. In his fantasies, marking me was always my idea, with my teeth in his neck as his fangs were in mine, and me insisting he take that final step to make me irrevocably his. I shifted into fairy form and grinned at him, running my tongue over my sharp little teeth to make him look at them. As soon as I did, he thought of the feel of them in his neck, and his patience ran out. He hooked one of my legs over his arm, then the other, putting each hand on my waist as soon as he was done, to hold me up. Then he leaned right in again, pressing his furry chest to my breasts, his spreading elbows forcing my legs wide apart. In fairy form I was more flexible than in human, so my body easily went where he wanted it.
Held like this, the only part of my body I could move was my arms. My chest and legs were pinned, so there was nothing I could do but take him deeply, powerless to do anything but feel him inside me. I looked up into his eyes and smiled, loving what he was doing to me. Claiming a mate involved asserting dominance over them, taking complete control of their body and showing them how great it would feel to be yours... but having my wrists restrained was still something I found hard to handle, so he'd chosen to restrain all but my arms. If there'd been any part of me that wanted to fight this, I could, but my arms just wrapped around him and held him to me.
I was staring right into his eyes as he slowly, sensually pulled out of me, his chest still pinning mine to the wall. I couldn't move at all, and his power over my body was magnificent. He stopped just before his head would slide free, pausing to stare at me.
"Oh God, John, please," I panted. "Fuck me and bite me, please fuck me and bite -"
He slid back into me before I could finish begging, and my words turned into raw sounds of passion, more animal than human. When he was all the way inside me again, he ground against my nub three times, making his cock move within me. I moaned loudly, sounding even more desperate as he slid out of me again. It was torture-fucking, what he was doing to me, tormenting me with all the exquisite sensations he could create in me, never letting me have any of them long enough or intensely enough to get off. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my body at the sheer exertion of not coming yet, but he just kept on tormenting me. I loved every second of it.
Then I had a really wicked idea. "Rub my clit with your tail?" I begged.
He stared at me in disbelief for a long moment, wondering if I could really be that OK with his tiger parts.
"Please," I added, squirming on his cock as he pressed me against the wall. "John, please."
The tip of his tail was flicking back and forth across my nub a moment later, the soft silky fur causing the most delectable sensation each time it brushed against me, while he stared at my face to make sure I was really OK with it. I was more than OK with it; I moaned and trembled, completely beyond words as pleasure surged through me once more. He saw how close I was and kissed me, then started fucking me slowly again, so I'd feel every inch of him slowly sliding in and out of me. It took barely a minute of that for me to scream his name once more, my whole body shaking as my eyes rolled back in my head in ecstasy.
As soon as he felt me coming, he started slamming into me, fucking me hard as he pinned me helplessly to the wall, so I wouldn't be able to come down from my high. For a few fabulous minutes, my body simply trembled in pleasure, as I clung to him and stared at him, delighting in the things he could do to me. I had found a place of complete receptivity, giving myself to him more thoroughly than I ever had before - with anyone. It was only when he slowly brought me down from that high that I could even think of anything else.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked me gently, feeling how overwhelmed I was.
"Yours," I gasped. "I'm yours." I was too high on the pleasure he gave me to make any sense, but he knew what I meant: I belonged to him.
He nuzzled into my neck, finding the exact spot where he wanted to mark me, just as my fairy teeth brushed his scars. He kissed me there as he gently fucked and stroked me to one last wonderful climax, silently telling me that the moment I got there, I would be his for as long as I lived... and 'hearing' that, I couldn't hold back a second longer. I slid my teeth into his scars, and in an instant, he was there too. He sunk his fangs into my neck far harder than he meant to, muffling him as he growled, "Mine," while I felt him coming inside me as he drank from my neck.
In that instant, something that had long been closed opened up inside me, making me finally feel whole again. I belonged again, at last; belonged to him. An instant later, I felt that wave of surrender I had sensed him feeling so many times, and suddenly understood its importance. We had each chosen to belong to the other, and that meant giving up self-interest to put one another first. I willingly shed the urge to fight for my own needs above his, knowing he would gladly give me anything I needed - and never take what he needed at my expense. I now knew why it was so important this be balanced; I could only imagine the harm it would cause, if one partner stayed separate while the other gave themselves over completely. And then, all I felt was love: love for him, love from him...
My body simply wouldn't stop coming, so I pressed a hand to the base of his spine and shared it with him. His knees went weak and we slid down the wall until he was kneeling with me in his lap, as we tenderly licked each other's necks clean. Then we just clung to each other, feeling how deeply we each belonged to the other now. It was perfect: our balance restored at the instant I gave myself to him, to equalize the offering I received when he gave himself to me.
"My mate," I murmured in his ear, acknowledging what he now was to me with a huge smile plastered on my face.
He purred loudly, holding me tight, silently sharing how much that meant to him.
We shifted back to human form and kissed for so long that he fully softened inside me, then slowly hardened again as the feel of my body against his and the sound of my happy little noises turned him on once more. He pulled away just far enough to look me in the eye, saw my soft, willing smile, and pressed me against the wall again, still on his knees. He paused for a moment to see if I had any objections, but of course I didn't, so he made love to me once more up against my bedroom wall, as sweetly and tenderly as he ever had. It was perfect, being pinned in place and romanced completely; the ultimate demonstration of what his new claim over me meant to him: I was still his to love and cherish, not his to command.
I lost count of my orgasms, and when he finally finished inside me, I felt the best I ever had.
It was a long while before either of us could move, but when we finally did, he arranged me in his arms and moved me back up to my bed, tenderly tucking me in as he curled himself around me.
"I love you so much," I sleepily murmured.
"I love you too," he replied, then reached over me for the ring box I'd placed on my nightstand earlier that evening, because after seeing that ring with my own eyes, I couldn't bear to let it out of my sight.
"Now?" I asked excitedly, suddenly wide awake again. "Now?" I rolled over in his arms to face him.
"Now," he grinned, thrilled to see me reacting so happily.
