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“Hello kitty.” I whisper as I stroke his face and run my fingers through his hair.
“Don’t tempt him Myra, he’ll try to claim you. You’re not ready yet.” He punctuates his words by thrusting into me over and over again. My nails raked down his back as any argument I might have had against him claiming me gets forgotten completely. All of my attention is focused solely on the feel of his body against my own as he rams into me over and over again. Our voices raise as we both edge closer to the edge together.
“Fuck Myra.” Dax growls out, his lips going to my neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping. Suddenly he changes positions, placing my legs over his shoulders, his finger strumming against my clit.
“Dax. Dax. DAAAAX!” My orgasm barrels through me with the power of a freight train and I feel Dax’s whole body tighten as he groans out his own release.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Dax stutters as he drains himself into me. “Shit I didn’t. We didn’t. Fuck.” He mutters as he pulls out and our shared releases gush out.
“No worries I’m on the pill. Although I should be concerned with what kind of cooties you have from being a man-whore.” I assured him with a wave of my hand and his body relaxed. Not that I’ve needed my birth control for some time, but I have irregular periods, and they help. While I’m extremely attracted to him, children are the furthest thing from my mind at the moment and I’m sure he is too.
“Hey, I was a man slut, I didn’t get paid for it. Besides I’ll have you know I have never had sex without protection since I started having sex. It’s your fault you made me throw caution to the wind. I lose my head where you’re concerned. Also, shifters can’t get sick or carry diseases. We have a natural immunity. So, no risk of cooties from me love.” My mouth hangs open as he gives me a smirk as though he has won some grand argument. My brain can’t come up with a response to this information.
“Careful love, a fly might get trapped in that honey pot of a mouth of yours.” His finger taps my chin in a gesture for me to close it. Closing my lips I swallow hard gathering my thoughts before I respond.
“Okay then, so we’re covered for no cooties and pregnancy, good to know.” I nod profusely, not knowing what else to say in the quiet of the moment. His fingers dance across my skin creating a warmth everywhere he touches. I arch into his touch and a growl rumble in his chest. Just as he moves to capture my lips there is a whoosh of air and the air mattress starts to deflate quickly. We both look at each other wide eyed before we burst into laughter.
“Guess that’s the air mattress's way of telling us that he wasn’t going to survive another round.” He punches out between laughs.
“I think that’s my sign that I need a proper bed before we have any more sexcapades.” I grin back at him with a nod of agreement.
Chapter Thirteen
Dax
“Why don’t you get the shower ready, and I’ll go grab my spare clothes out of my truck. Then we’ll head out and get your lists done.” I suggest, giving her ass a swat as I move to stand. Her shriek of indignation brings a smile to my lips. If it wasn’t for the damn air mattress I would have taken her again, hell I probably would have stayed buried inside her all day if I could have. Which probably would have resulted in me claiming her, something that was harder than I thought it would be.Alas busted air mattress means postponing more boning at the moment.
I reach for her hand to help her up and I’m tempted to throw her against the wall and have my way with her again, fuck needing a proper bed. Her hair is sticking up in every direction, looking thoroughly fucked. My animalistic side wants to climb the highest tower and crow loudly that she is mine. A blush stains her cheeks as she stands in front of me. Damn, how did I get this lucky in life, she’s perfect.
“Does this? Does this mean you’ve claimed me?” She asks hesitantly looking down at her feet as though they will have the answers. Putting my finger under her chin I tilt her face to look back up at me.
“No, my love.” I say simply and a look of despair crosses her face before she masks it.
See we should have claimed her. She wanted us to claim her.She doesn’t understand what that means, there’s no way she wants that yet.
“Oh. I thought. That is well we...” She leaves it hanging as though she’s unsure how to finish what she wants to ask.
“Beautiful, beautiful Myra. To claim you I must bite you here.” I gently touch the spot I nipped at with my teeth before pulling away. It’s still slightly red from my attention and my tiger growls his approval at seeing her marked by us.
“Bite? Like breaking the skin kind of bite?” She squeaks out.
“Yes, my love, as in break the skin kind of bite.” I answer cautiously.
“Is that why you pulled away? You didn’t want to claim me?” Her voice trembles as she asks.
She thinks we don’t want her. Fix this!I know dumbass I’m working on it. This whole mate thing is new to me too dipshit!
“Yes, it’s why I pulled away, but not in the way you think. It’s not because I do not want to claim you. Believe me, it took everything in my power to pull away. I want you, no I need you to know exactly what you are getting when I claim you. You need to accept what will happen before I give in and claim you.” The neanderthal part of my brain is screaming at me to claim her, but the more modern version knows she needs to understand first.
“I don’t understand. What will happen if you claim me?” Her eyes plead with me for answers. I was hoping for more time to make her fall for me before revealing what happens when I claim her, but in for a penny in for a pound.
“When I claim you, it will change you. You won’t just be Myra anymore, you’ll be more. You’ll be considered other, no longermerely human. It will give you a tiger.” My voice cracks as I explain everything to her. Her eyes fill with fear as she takes a step back from me. Exactly what I feared would happen is happening. I’m going to lose her before I’ve ever truly had her.
“So, I’d be a shifter if you claimed me? Like you, Chase, and Alia? Would I get special powers? Like x-ray vision or bullet proof? Or something cooler?” My head snaps up in shock at her questions. When our eyes meet her smile blossoms into a mischievous grin.
“Yes, you would be a shifter. The only special powers you get are excellent hearing and smell. No superpowers I’m sorry. You’re truly okay with the idea of becoming a shifter?” I ask cautiously. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
“Will it hurt? I’m not good with pain. Like at all. In fact, just FYI, I plan on having all the drugs when I give birth. Not that I plan on doing that anytime soon. You don’t want kids soon do you?” Her voice rambles on as though she’s nervous. She’s so fucking cute when she’s flustered.