Free Marc by Kathi S. Barton

is as well.” He glanced at her. “I don’t know that you’re a full-blood,
but you’re very close. Are your parents both panthers?”
    “Neither of them is. I think maybe I was
adopted, but I never asked and they never treated me like I was anything but
theirs. Then when I was thirteen, I became this thing and they still loved me.”
She watched the trees fly by as he got off the highway and onto a street. “I haven’t
seen them in five months. I was afraid that Roy will go and hurt them to get me
to come to them.”
    “Where do they live?” She told him that it
wasn’t any of his business. “I can go and bring them to my house so they’ll be
safe. You have to trust me.”
    “No, I don’t.” She picked up her bag
when he put on his turn signal on. She was ready to take off, but once she saw
the large gates open, then close behind them, she turned to him. This was
getting to be too much.
    When the car stopped, he grabbed her arm
and held her. He was much stronger than her, and he held her until she stopped struggling.
He didn’t let her go, but he did loosen his hand enough that it didn’t hurt.
    “You’re going to come into my house, and
we’re going to sit down and have a nice conversation. We’re going to go over
all the information you have about Dawson, and then we’re going to—”
    “You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you? Whether
or not I want to, you’re going to finish what you started at the apartment.” He
let her go and stared at her for several seconds before he got out of the car. When
he came around to her side, she thought he was going to jerk her out, but he
opened the door and held out his hand to her. She felt foolish and childish.
When she took his hand, he helped her out and reached in for her bag. When she
started to demand that he return it, he simply handed it to her. He pressed her
to the car gently and looked down at her.
    “I don’t rape women. I especially
wouldn’t rape you. You’d kill me before I got my pants down.” His lips twitched
and she watched them as he continued. “I’m your mate, and as such, I don’t want
to do anything but cherish you.”
    She licked her lips, thinking about his
being on hers. The way he’d suckled at her breast and bitten her. When he
growled low, she looked into his eyes and saw his cat just there on the
surface. Her entire body heated in response.
    “I can smell you, your arousal. Do you
know what that does to me? To my cat?” She nodded. “I guess you do. I want you,
Jonny. I could take you right here if you’d let me.”
    He rocked into her, and she moaned. Shifting
his body, she opened her legs so that he could be closer to her heat. When he
rocked into her again, she dug her nails into his shoulders to hang on.
    His mouth slid over his bite from
earlier and she felt her cat stir. When he lifted his head from her shoulder,
she watched him as he cupped her ass and pulled her up to his hips. His cock
was pressed hard into her soft folds, and she wanted more of him.
    “Say it.” She trembled at his words as
he growled them at her. “Tell me, Jonny. Tell me what you want.”
    She locked her heels behind him and curled
her fingers into his shirt collar. Watching him, she tore it from him, baring
his chest for her to touch. When she lowered her head to his nipple to bite him,
he jerked her head up by her hair and held her.
    It seemed like they were at battle. She
didn’t want to say she wanted him, and he needed her to say it. She knew it was
because of what she’d said to him about raping her, but she was afraid if she
gave him permission for this, it would never be the same, she’d never be able
to leave him. When he lowered his head again and licked at the scar he’d branded
her with, her body clenched tight, ready for him to sink his teeth into her
again. But he lifted his head and watched her. She was so close, so very close
to losing it all that she nearly said no.
    “Yes. Please, take me.” His mouth was
brutal