Mating Brand (Mating Heat Book 3) Read online

  She threw her head back as his thick cock drove into her. He captured her wrists and jerked them above her head, holding them there as he drove his cock deeper inside her body. She screamed as ecstasy hit so powerfully that she wasn’t sure she could survive. Brand snarled as he nuzzled her hair to the side and his teeth bit into her shoulder.

  He held her down as he fucked her frantically, bit deeper, and she wrapped her legs high around his waist. She couldn’t move any other way as he furiously rode her. The heat level inside her body threatened to burn her alive as pleasure hammered her as hard as Brand did. His scent filled her nose, so sharp and wonderfully masculine. He was hers.

  The need to taste him became overpowering. She lifted her head. She hadn’t planned to bite him, but her sharp teeth sank into the top of his shoulder.

  The taste of blood sent her into orgasm. Her body convulsed from the intensity of it and her mate seemed to be seized with ecstasy at the same time, as he snarled more savagely while his semen filled her.

  They twitched, locked together, lost in passion. The sharp jolts of her climax slowly became weaker until she released him with her teeth and licked the wound she’d created. Reality returned. The mouth on her shoulder no longer bit but instead kissed.

  “Fuck, hon,” Brand groaned. “You’re in heat.”

  She panted too hard to respond but nodded. There was no doubt about what had happened to her. It was the only time she grew fangs or claws. His hold on her wrists eased as he shifted enough to stop crushing her chest under his much bigger one. She breathed easier once she could completely fill her lungs. Brand raised his head and peered down at her.

  “Sorry. I didn’t want you to tear up my back.”

  “It’s okay. I understood.”

  He searched her eyes. “You look stunned.”

  “I wasn’t supposed to go into heat.”

  “It’s not that time?”

  She shook her head, still dazed. “No.”

  A smile played at his mouth. “Was I rough enough? I realized what was happening when I saw your fangs and remembered how you needed it fast and forceful. You used to swear that foreplay was sheer torture of the bad kind.”

  “That was amazing.”

  “Yeah. It was.” He chuckled and slowly moved his hips, testing the feel of her pussy gripping his cock. “You’re so damn hot and tight. I forgot how you swell a little and get so wet.”

  Charma moaned and it urged Brand to keep moving inside her. He adjusted again and his fingers laced through hers while his elbows held his upper body off her. She arched her back and lifted her legs higher, until her heels dug into his firm, muscular ass cheeks. She could feel them flex with every drive of his cock.

  “More.”

  “You got it, hon.” His mouth sought hers.

  Their fangs brushed and she turned her head a little to avoid causing damage to either of them. His were extended, and she couldn’t control hers for anything when she was in heat. Her shifter side kind of went crazy since it was the only time it was allowed out.

  Every growl Brand made only excited her more. The vibrations in her chest returned when she began to purr. It was unsettling at first, trying to adjust to it, made breathing difficult, but she concentrated on how good it felt to have Brand fucking her.

  Her vaginal walls clenched and she cried out when she came again. Brand spread his thighs a little and drove into her deeper, fighting to keep moving when she squeezed his cock tighter.

  “Fuck,” he rasped. “Oh yeah!”

  His body tensed and he threw his head back. The howl he let loose startled Charma but she opened her eyes to watch his face as he found his own release again. His eyes closed, and the sheen of sweat on his big body and his nearly agonized expression were so sexy. Her gaze lowered to his broad shoulders and the fresh, still-bleeding bite wound she’d put on him. Her mark would leave a scar. A smile curved her lips as he stopped moving and tried to recover.

  His still-black eyes opened as his chin lowered and their gazes held. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. This time I’m not sorry.”

  One of his eyebrows arched in question.

  “For marking you.”

  He grinned. “Honey, you can bite me anytime.” A chuckle escaped. “On my shoulder. You’re not getting near my dick with those fangs. I’d be no good to either of us until I healed if you accidently bite me there.”

  “Too true.”

  “You had no idea you were going into heat? Did you stop keeping track of that stuff?”

  “It wasn’t supposed to happen. I think my emotions and being near you kind of sent me into it. I’ve heard of it happening when mates are separated for a long time, but only with long-term matings. It also might be your pheromones. You smell incredible when you’re in heat.”

  “I always said you were my mate but we just hadn’t cemented the deal by sharing bites during sex.” His smile faded. “You felt the same way.”

  “I did,” she admitted.

  “I want to kill something when I think of all the years we lost.”

  Sadness gripped her hard and she squeezed his fingers, still laced with hers. “We’ve got a lot of years to look forward to.”

  “I’m never letting you go.”

  “Don’t.”

  “I won’t.” He smiled. “When were you due to go into heat?”

  Charma hesitated. “I don’t. I mean, I haven’t in a really long time.”

  Brand’s smile faded as confusion set in. “I don’t understand. Are you saying that you don’t go into heat anymore, ever?”

  “I really don’t think you want to have this discussion right now.”

  “I do.” He adjusted his body to keep her pinned. “I know you took pills to prevent the heat but you’re far too young to have stopped naturally.”

  She was afraid to hurt him by mentioning Garrett. She gave him the short version, hoping it would be enough. “I had to keep taking the pills all the time and it seemed to send me into menopause.”

  “But you only ever took them when you started going into heat.”

  She hesitated but knew Brand wasn’t going to let it go. “Let’s skip this.”

  A muscle in his jaw jerked and his eyes narrowed. “Talk to me, damn it. Is this something to do with that asshole you were forced to be with?”

  She nodded sharply. “I don’t want to talk about him ever again.”

  “What are you not telling me? You said you’d never lie to me, hon.”

  “I don’t want you to get angry.”

  “Tell me, because whatever I’ll imagine has to be worse.”

  She studied his eyes. “I doubt it.”

  “Damn it, Charma. Tell me.”

  It was a direct order from her mate. She knew the tone, although with Brand, it wasn’t harsh or didn’t imply he’d inflict pain if she disobeyed his demand. “I just didn’t want to ruin the moment by answering. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m off the pills and obviously I can go into heat.”

  “You’re stalling.”

  She took a deep breath and prepared for his rage. It wouldn’t be directed at her, but she hated to expose him to all the horrors she’d been through. “Okay. I told you I took the pills to avoid going into heat and getting pregnant when I was with Garrett.”

  “Yeah.” His fingers caressed hers.

  “He got angry when I didn’t go into heat. I never wanted to be with him. I couldn’t stand him touching me and the thought of…” She closed her eyes. “You know how I get. I couldn’t stomach knowing I’d…” She stopped talking, unable to say it to the man she loved.

  “Shit.” He sounded unhappy. “You’d have accepted him if you were in heat. Welcomed his touch.”

  She nodded.

  “Look at me, hon.”

  Her eyes opened and she met his gaze.

  “It’s the bad part of being a shifter. When nature calls, she’s one mean bitch in that regard.”

  Tears slipped out though she tried