Page 12 of Bradi
Bradi worked his boots and pants off before reaching for Marisa’s uniform. He’d been dying to get her out of her clothes from day one, but this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. He worked her shirt over her head and did his best not to stare at the luscious pale globes before him. Her pink nipples looked good enough to eat and everything in him wanted to sample them. The faint light from the navigational controls reflected off her pale skin and he had to be closer to her.
The nasty cut on her upper arm seemed to be holding, but the fear of breaking it open left him moving slower than he should to warm her body. Working her boots and pants off, Bradi lingered a little too long near the top of her panty line.
Placing his body over hers, Bradi willed himself to be hotter. His body reacted to his command and he felt his core temperature rise. If he had to, he’d shift forms, but the last thing he wanted was for Marisa to wake and find herself under a partially changed man. Somehow, he didn’t think that would go over so well. Fully shifting wasn’t an option either. It wouldn’t make it any easier on her to find herself pinned beneath a black panther.
Marisa moaned, and he looked down to see if she was awake yet. Her eyes remained closed, but she moved her hands slightly. Bradi tensed when he felt her fingers running over his back.
“Doc?”
“Mmm,” she whispered, grinding her hips upwards.
The sweet scent of her cream filled his head. His erection, which he seemed to permanently sport while around Marisa, ached to dive into her, sample her flesh and claim her for his own. The tiny silken barrier of her panties served as a reminder that he couldn’t—or rather shouldn’t—take her.
She shifted a bit. “Mmm, I want you in me.”
Bradi froze as she grabbed his ass. “Doc, wake up.”
Cool lips met his and he fought to keep his body from responding. The minute her tongue pushed through and found his, he lost all control.
If I’m going to die out here anyway, I might as well die making love to her. Marisa is the closest to heaven I’m ever going to be.
Marisa’s hands pushed between their bodies. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he nearly came on her bare stomach. Never before had a woman’s touch brought him so much pleasure so quickly.
Reason fought its way through to him. “Doc, baby, wake up now! You don’t want to do this. It’s not right.”
Her lips fastened onto his as she pushed her panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock in her wet juices. “It’s more than right. I want you. I’ve dreamed of touching you from the moment I boarded the ship.”
Bradi wanted to take the time to love her as she should be loved before entering her, but he was no longer in control. The beast within could smell her cream, her sex, and the desire to mate with her was overpowering.
Marisa’s erect nipples rubbed against his chest as he pushed a bit farther into her. Meeting with slight resistance, Bradi hesitated. Could it be?
He stopped. She’d been with Pete for months, they had to have had sex—right? There was no way she was a virgin. Not the sexually charged doctor who made him weak in the knees. No.
Marisa dug her nails into his arms and thrust her head back. “More!”
Any concerns he had flew away at the sound of her command. Thrusting into her, she cried out as he brought himself to the hilt. Somehow, she’d managed to accept all of him, her channel fisting his dick to the point he wanted to come, and he’d only just started.
“Gods, baby. You’re perfect.”
He gritted his teeth at how tight she was. Inching in a bit more, she cried out and grabbed hold of his arms. The pleasure of her tight channel wrapped around his dick overshadowed the pain in his shoulder as he worked himself into her more.
“Oh…yes,” she whispered, kissing his face feverishly.
He savored the feel of her. “You’re so fucking tight, Doc.” This was his moment to be inside Marisa—the woman who called to him on a primitive level.
Her body eased slightly as he worked his cock almost out of her. Her pussy clenched around him like a vise as he dove back in. Each swipe, each thrust, left him growling and fighting the beast within. It wanted him to shift. It wanted to mark her.
Claim her.
Keep her forever.
Bradi had never had the urge to claim anyone as his mate before and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. He fought to stay in control as he continued to slide in and out of her body. The beast within him pushed back with a vengeance and surfaced quickly. His incisors lengthened and his fingertips sprouted claws. Bradi was able to fight a full change, but unable to resist the lure of Marisa’s milky-white skin, the pumping of her blood as it sped through her veins.
“Mine,” he growled out.
Bradi tried to fight it, but as he felt his teeth sinking into her shoulder and his cock begin to release his seed, he knew it was too late—he’d lost himself in the paradise of her body and the beast within him had assured that they would never be apart again. She was his.
Marisa’s body jerked beneath him and at first, he assumed her cries were from his teeth, but when she fisted her hand in his hair, holding him to her, he knew it was something else. Coppery, sweet liquid filled his mouth as he continued to deposit his come within her womb, filling her to the brim and twitching with each new spurt.
