Mating Brand (Mating Heat Book 3) Read online

  He groaned and closed his eyes.

  “You are bigger,” she leaned forward to lick the skin beside his nipple. Her teeth nipped him. His cock jerked in response and seemed to harden even more in her hand. “Sexier. So hot, baby.”

  She aligned the crown of his shaft under her and sank down. She purred as his cock filled her, adjusting her legs to wrap around his hips and gripping his shoulders with both hands. She used her hold on him to lift up and drop down on his cock. Brand snarled in response and his hands cupped her ass. He squeezed both cheeks and pulled her against his hips.

  His head lowered, black eyes opened, and he rose to his knees. Brand moved them, Charma wrapped around him, until the padded headboard bumped her back.

  “Ride me. God, I love it when you do.”

  She smiled as he released her ass and clung to the top of the headboard to brace his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she used her thighs, locked around his hips, to slowly slide up his chest, her butt moving up and down, riding his cock. She purred louder while kissing his throat, jaw, and finally his mouth.

  She avoided his fangs as their tongues met. He growled when his knees shifted a little under them and his hips bucked up, driving his cock into her deeper. She tore her mouth from his to avoid biting. She did that to his throat instead, her teeth closing on the spot she remembered he most loved to be nipped.

  Hair broke out over his skin where her hands touched and she knew he was losing control. She didn’t care. He’d never totally shift on her. She never minded when he lost some of his skin, appreciated being able to turn him on that much, and she’d half expected it when he’d slammed her back against the padded headboard. His hands released the top of it to grab her ass instead. He wildly fucked her, rough and deep.

  The headboard slammed against the wall, their breathing turned harsh and she bit him harder, drawing a little blood, even with her flat teeth, further sealing the bond. She wished she were in heat. Some fangs and claws would really send him over the edge. The climax tore through her and Brand growled loudly as he came too. Her muscles twitched strongly around his driving cock.

  They stilled, panting, and Charma licked at the wound she’d inflicted, marking him as her own. This time she wouldn’t feel guilt if she scarred him. He was her mate, and he’d never have to explain to another female about who had put scars on him.

  “Mine,” she whispered against his skin.

  “Fuck yes,” Brand rasped. “I’m all yours.”

  The door to the bedroom exploded open and Brand snarled. His head whipped around to face the intruder. His entire body tensed, preparing to attack to protect his mate.

  He glared at his cousin who stood in the open doorway. Braden wore jeans, nothing else, and was out of breath.

  “What do you want?” Brand made sure Charma’s body was hidden by his own.

  Braden’s eyes widened as he gawked at them. His gaze darted to Charma and he swallowed hard. “I thought you were under attack. I heard furniture breaking and you yelled.”

  Charma cleared her throat. “I take it this is your cousin? Don’t move unless you make him turn around first, and hand me something to wear, please.”

  Brand muttered a curse. “Turn around, damn it. Stop gawking at my mate.”

  The guy actually blushed and spun on his heel. “I’m sorry. I thought someone broke in. I was coming to save you. Shit.”

  Brand resented withdrawing from Charma’s body and having to release her. He grabbed a pillow, held it up, and she clutched it against her body. He got off the bed, shot another glare at his cousin’s back, and picked up the sweats from the floor where he’d dropped them earlier to yank them up his legs.

  He tore open drawers, removed a T-shirt and threw it at the bed. A pair of drawstring shorts followed. Then he walked to his cousin, slapped a hand over the curve of his shoulder and pushed him forward into the hallway. He would have closed the door but it was broken from Braden’s entry. He settled for pulling it near the busted frame to give Charma some privacy.

  “What did I say about not coming up here?”

  Braden sighed, turned his head and met his gaze. “I’m sorry, man. I really thought you were in trouble. It sounded like all hell was breaking loose.”

  Brand released him. “I appreciate the concern but as you could see, the only one in danger is you.”

  “Me?” Confusion clouded Braden’s features before he stumbled back a few steps. “Hey, that’s not funny. I thought I was coming to the rescue.”

  “Tell you what, don’t do it again unless I yell your name.”

  “Your neck is bleeding.”

  Brand grinned. “I know.”

  “Freak.” Braden backed up more. “You let her bite you? Really?” He stared at the marks. “She’s got smooth teeth? I thought she was half shifter.”

  “She’s my mate.” He touched the tender spots. “Wait until she’s in heat.” His grin spread. “It’s the only time she grows fangs.”

  “She doesn’t totally shift?”

  “Nope.”

  “I guess that’s good. I mean, that would be too weird if you tried to fuck out of skin. I don’t even think that would be possible. It would be—”

  “Shut up. You’re rambling.”

  “Sorry.” Braden sniffed. “Lucky bastard,” he whispered. “I need to go to the running. I need a woman.”

  “No, you’re not going.”

  “My hand is tired and you only gave me three porn videos. I’ve watched them a dozen times.”

  “Switch up. Remember what I told you. It’ll help you keep your muscle tone balanced in both your arms.”

  “That’s not funny, damn it. You’re getting some. Why can’t I? I’m—”

  “Not going out,” Brand ordered him. “Rave specifically told me to keep you in. Charma said the prides have called a joining.”

  “What the hell is that? It sounds kinky.”

  “It’s where the prides get together to pool their resources and they plan to attack us tomorrow night.”

  “No shit? Why would they do that? It’s stupid.”

  “They’re angry that we took Shannon back and killed some of their males in the process.”

  “They shouldn’t have taken her.”

  “I agree.”

  “They were going to do some seriously fucked-up shit to her. That’s not cool. Only a douchebag would force a woman.”

  “The prides are angry that we killed them. They also don’t know it’s mating heat and probably the worst time ever to pull this stunt. Charma came to warn us. She thinks they’ll hit town tomorrow but you’re not going anywhere without me. That’s why you’ve got to stay inside.”

  “Fine, but I can handle some pussies.”

  “They’re sending a few dozen and I’m betting they’ll stick together. They know we’d win in a fair fight.”

  “Great.” Braden grinned. “I can at least fight if I can’t fuck.”

  “I hear you, man. I was really happy to get the call there was trouble in town.”

  “You should have taken me with you.”

  “There wasn’t time and besides, you’re the baby.”

  “Screw you.” He frowned. “I’m twenty-five years old.”

  “I know, Braden. That’s young. You’re still learning how to control your aggression and it’s so much worse now. We sometimes need to knock some heads together but you might end up killing someone by accident. Trust me when I say you have no idea how easy it is to lose control.”

  Braden hesitated. “Your back?”

  “My back,” he confirmed, turning enough to show his cousin the scars. “This was youth and stupidity. I’m lucky to be alive after taking on that group of rogues. I’d have been dog food if Rave hadn’t shown up when he did.”

  “Fine. Can I at least have more porn flicks?”

  “Hang on. I’ll grab my favorite five. I kept those for myself.” He grinned widely. “I don’t need them anymore. I have a mate.”

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