A Curse of Fate (Shifter City Fated Mates #1)

Chapter 36

Chapter

Thirty-Six

H unter dragged his hand over my breasts, kneading them through my hoodie, and I groaned at the sensation his rough touch stirred inside me. He cupped my throat, and when I caught a glimpse of the MINE with those claiming wolf’s teeth, my core clenched hard. The primality of his claim was enough to have me slick and in need of my alpha’s touch.

Against my skin, he whispered, “I’m going to strip you bare now, Emme. Then I’m going to taste and mark every inch of your perfect skin to assure my wolf you’re here and safe.”

He wouldn’t get a protest from me.

Desperation guided my actions as I reached out and wrapped my hands as far as I could around his thick biceps. Which wasn’t far at all.

“Taste me, Alpha Hunter. Just no claiming bite.”

His growl ripped through the room, but he didn’t fight my command. “I promise, little omega. No claiming. Everything else is on the table though, so let me know right now if you have any hard limits.”

I didn’t. Just no claiming.

“Do your worst.”

The final sliver of his patience snapped, and within seconds my clothes were torn away, scattering in tatters around the shower stall. His mouth was on my breasts before I caught my breath, licking and biting across the smooth skin until he sucked my right nipple hard. His teeth pressed around my areola firmly enough to leave a mark, but he didn’t break the skin.

He moved on to the left and I cried out at the sensation, my hands buried in his hair. He marked my body as he nipped and sucked my skin into his mouth. All the while his hands gripped my ass hard enough to leave bruises.

My body was on fire, Hunter’s scent filling me along with his branding touch. The pulsing throb in my core was enough to undo me, and I had to squeeze my thighs together to try to ease the ache. It barely scratched the surface.

Apparently, there was only one touch that would make a difference today: Hunter’s .

My head filled with a pleasant haze as he dragged me from the shower and, soaking wet, headed in the direction of his bed.

We didn’t make it.

He took me down to the carpet, his massive body covering mine as he licked up the side of my neck. The feel of his weight pressing me into the floor, along with the scrape of his five o’clock shadow over my throat, had me hovering on the edge of an orgasm.

Hunter was savage, devouring every inch of skin he got his mouth on. He marked both sides of my throat, and he was the one rumbling when his hand wrapped around my neck, collaring me with his claim. “Mine.”

That snarl vibrated all the way to my center, and I was sobbing as I clenched around emptiness. “More. Hunter. Please… I need more.”

He slid his mouth slowly down my chest and onto my stomach as his gaze remained locked on me. “Eyes on me, baby,” he commanded, and I was helpless not to obey. “Tell me what you want.”

“Hunter.” A whine escaped as I clawed at his arms.

“Say it, Emme. You’re going to have to use your words .” His kisses slowed, even as my nails bit into his shoulders.

“Please touch me. Please, for the love of everything holy, make me come.”

A low rasping laugh was my response. “You want my mouth on your cunt, baby? You want me to devour that sweet slick dripping down your thighs? You want me to eat you like you’re the last shifter on Earth?”

This alpha and his dirty dirty mouth. I fucking loved it.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes. Please eat me like you’re desperate for me.”

“I am desperate, my sweet omega.” His entire body rumbled so hard it vibrated me into the soft carpet, and then his mouth was on my core. As he flattened his tongue and licked me from my ass to my clit, I cried out and held on for fucking life.

He slid his tongue inside me and lapped at my arousal, devouring me like he’d die if he had to stop. He was frenzied, a purring rumble of satisfaction seeping from his chest as I screamed through my first orgasm. The pleasure slammed into me with such force that I lost my breath, and dots danced across the edge of my vision.

“Fuck, baby,” Hunter growled. “This perfect, pretty pussy belongs to me.” My core clenched violently at those words, extending the orgasm, but Hunter didn’t give me a chance to recover.

He slid two thick fingers inside me and curled them up, fucking me hard and fast, while his tongue circled my clit. It was a maddening stroke round and round, and I wanted to thrust in time with his fingers, but his weight kept me pinned until my bruised ribs ached from the force. Not that I cared, I wouldn’t have asked Hunter to stop even if one of my ribs popped out of my skin.

Using the hand not fucking me into my next orgasm, Hunter played with my nipples, rough calluses biting into the sensitive tips. I choked out guttural screams as deep spurts of pleasure built with each circle of his tongue.

His free hand moved higher, and when he wrapped that big palm around my throat again, a heavy, heady feeling pushed low in my body. I wasn’t sure I’d survive the next orgasm, the building pressure more than I’d ever felt before.

Hunter was playing my body to the edge of sanity, and the fall might destroy me.

His pace eased up, keeping me hovering on the edge as his grip around my throat tightened until darkness streaked my vision.

I hovered and hovered, gasping and crying, until Hunter was once again thrusting hard and fast, curling his fingers, while his teeth pressed against my clit.

I exploded screaming his name. My release drenched my lower half, and for a second I wondered if I’d peed myself, but was too far gone to panic about it. When Hunter groaned and lifted his head, I noticed how shiny his lips, chin and chest were.

“What… what happened?”

He ran his tongue over his lips, closing his eyes with a look of absolute bliss. “You squirted, little omega. You fucking covered me in your sweet cum. Now I’ll accept nothing less when I’m eating you.”

He dropped his head again to lap at my core, and he was so thorough on my sensitive pussy that I was actually starting to build to an orgasm again.

When I was cleaned to his satisfaction, he kissed across my thighs, marking me with each touch, and at this point I no longer cared if these alphas killed me, I wanted his claiming mark. I wanted to be owned by them if it meant I got to feel this pleasure again, and drown in the complete consumption of my soul.

Hunter slowly slipped his fingers free, and my core clenched in an attempt to keep him inside. “Open,” he commanded, and I mindlessly obeyed as he pushed his fingers inside my mouth. “See how fucking good you taste, sweet omega. Now you’ve got me hooked.”

I did taste sweet, a hint of musk and sugar on my tongue, and now I needed to know Hunter’s taste.

“My turn,” I said, pressing my hands against his chest, and getting absolutely nowhere because he was a giant brute of a shifter. “I want to taste you as well.”

He dropped his head to kiss across my tits once more, slower this time, without the burst of frantic need from before. He laved one nipple and then the other, over and over, until they were hard, sensitive peaks.

“What do you want to do to me?” he rasped against my marked skin. “Tell me exactly.”

Oh goddess. My head spun, but I managed to find the words for him. “I want your cock in my mouth, Alpha. I want to mark and taste you as well. I… I need to.”

He pushed off me, his arms braced on either side of my head. “Mark your alpha. Claim me so that no other does.”

He flipped our positions fast, and I ended up sprawled on top of him. The scrape of our bodies, my soft curves against his hard muscles, had me craving a life that wasn’t for me.

But at least I could hold on to these moments when it all went to shit.

Following Hunter’s style, I pressed my lips to his throat, tasting him as my teeth scraped over his skin. He tasted so fucking good, a hint of coffee spilling into my mouth, and I whimpered, barely stopping myself from breaking the skin.

I marked him as he’d done to me, leaving bruises and bites across his skin. His hands draped over my back in firm touches, then he tangled his fingers in the wet strands of my hair, as if he needed an anchor.

I continued down his hard body, licking and kissing over his many abs, and when I reached his thick cock, it was velvet steel spanning halfway up his stomach.

“Goddess,” I breathed, taking in the full length and width. “I’m going to choke to death.”

For the first time since they’d rescued me, there was a lightness in Hunter as he laughed. “You were made for me, little omega. You can take it.”

Wrapping my hand around his thick base, my fingers made it just over halfway as my tongue darted out to lap at the beads of pre-cum on the head of his cock. I moaned at how sweet he tasted. “Hunter, fuck. You taste so good.”

He groaned and tightened his hands in my hair. “Baby, I’m not going to be gentle.”

That was okay with me. Relaxing my jaw, I sucked on the tip, slowly moving my way along as much of his length as I could take. Which, granted, was not that much.

“Relax your throat,” he ordered as I gasped with his thrusts. “Let me in, Emme.”

Needing more, I relaxed my muscles, and another inch slid down my throat. I’d never had much of a gag reflex, which could be helpful, but not at his size.

Hunter’s hands tightened at the base of my hair. “There’s my good girl. You take me so well, baby. That’s it,” he crooned, and the soft praise traced down my spine like a warm embrace, surprising me with how much I liked it. Hollowing my cheeks, I rocked against him, sucking and licking his length. My eyes watered with his thrusts, and I barely managed to gasp in small breaths around his girth. “That’s it, little omega. Oh, fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

He rubbed his thumbs across the back of my neck, encouraging me to take more and more as he fucked my mouth. When I was sure I was about to pass out, he eased up, giving me a second to breathe. His pre-cum flooded my mouth, and I was desperate for more.

He started to thrust again. “I want you in my bed for the rest of our lives,” he murmured with each pulse. “You’re so fucking perfect, Emme. There’s never been a shifter as perfect for me, and I already crave you. Actually…”

He released my hair to grip my thighs, and I pulled off his dick as he spun me around until my cunt was in his face, and he was licking and finger fucking me once more.

Returning to his cock, I tried to focus on giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me, but half of my attention was on riding his face into another orgasm.

“Hunter,” I gasped around his hard thrusts, which choked me again. There was no stopping for either of us though, and I cried out around his cock as it grew harder, thickening and spilling into my mouth. His release slid down my throat and I took it all while my body shook apart into my own orgasm.

Cleaning him as thoroughly as he’d done for me, I realized that I was in big fucking trouble. One taste of Hunter would never be enough, and I had a feeling it’d be the same with all the other alphas.

If I walked away, I’d be leaving large parts of myself behind.

Parts I wasn’t sure I could live without.