Free Marc by Kathi S. Barton Page B

“You do that and I’m going to come all over you instead of inside of
you. And while that sounds wonderful, I want to feel you wrapped around me.”
    She nodded and lay back. Marc held
himself as he moved his thick cock at her entrance. She moaned each time he
touched her sensitive clit. When his head breached her pussy, she moaned and
arched up.
    “Now, Marc, Christ now.” He slammed deep
and she felt his balls at her ass. Every part of her screamed to tell him to
stop, to pull out of her because it hurt too much. But she lay very still, as
still as he was.
    “I’m going to move slowly, love. I’ve already
taken your maidenhead, but I have to mark you again.” She shifted and moaned. “Christ,
baby, if you do that again I’m not going to be able to go slow.”
    She moved again and felt his cock move
into her deeper. She watched him as he held himself over her, and noticed that
he looked to be in pain. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and she reached up to
touch him. He kissed her palm as he moved slowly.
    “You’re so beautiful. And mine. All
mine.” His words, softly spoken, seemed to touch her deeper than he was, touch
her in ways she knew that meant everything. As he moved in and out of her, she
wrapped her legs around his hips. He leaned over her, his mouth inches from
her.
    When he kissed her it was gentle and
soft, his body covered her from breast to hips, and still it felt as if he was
everywhere. As soon as his mouth moved to her shoulder again, she licked her
lips. She wanted to bite him as badly as she wanted him to bite her. When he
licked along her shoulder, she did the same to his. His body shuddered over
hers, and he moved faster. Wanting him to bite her, needing for him to, she was
startled when her release took her; it came over her like a fast moving storm,
completely obliterating everything from her mind but what she was feeling. As
soon as he stiffened above her, she pulled him closer and sank her teeth into
his muscle, tearing it open so that blood filled her mouth. Her second climax
hit her when he bit her, his roar muffled by his bite.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    Khan sat in the chair after talking to
Marc for the longest time. He wasn’t sure what to think or do. His brother had
a mate. Marc had a chance at happiness. But Khan was afraid.
    “Why?” He looked up at his own mate. “You
said you were afraid for him, why? Don’t you want him to be happy?”
    “Of course I do. What a thing to say.” He
stood up and got them both glasses and then the tea. “I’m just worried that….
What if she’s not really his mate and he just wants her to be? Where will he be
then if he’s loved twice and he loses them both?”
    “What a horrible thing to say,” his mom
said, entering the room. He looked at her. “I was with Marc the other day, and
let me tell you, young man, she’s his mate even if you don’t believe it.”
    “I didn’t say I didn’t believe it. I
only said I was worried that he might want it so badly that he thinks she’s his
mate. We all remember how hard he took it when Sonya was killed. Christ, Mom, I
don’t want to see him go through that again.”
    “She’s his mate. And when you see them
together you’ll believe it too. He just needs to claim her and it’ll all be right
there where you can see it.” He flushed when his mom glared at him. “What is it,
Khan? What do you know?”
    “He wanted me to find out about her
parents. I did and…. I talked to him a few minutes ago. Her parents aren’t
panthers. They’re humans. He said that Jonny—his mate’s real name is Jonny
Thomas—he said that she is worried that they’ll use them to get to her.”
    “What are we going to do to get them to
safety? I’m assuming you and Marc mean to bring them here.” He nodded at
Monica. “Well, what’s the plan, big boy? Don’t leave us in the dark.”
    “Caitlynne is fixing it now. She’s
taking Dylan, and she wants you to go as well. But I don’t—”
    “If you say you