Free HYBRID by Charlene Hartnady

argue, but Garrett lowered himself between her thighs using his broad shoulders to push her legs wide open and fastened his mouth on her clit which pretty much stopped the oxygen from going to her brain. Coherent thought, a thing of the past. Soft tugs together with gentle laps from his tongue had her clutching the sheets. She groaned trying hard not to make too much noise, but failed dismally. She looked down. Garrett was watching her, he picked up the pace and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Just when she thought her heart might explode from overuse, he lowered to her entrance and proceeded to fuck her with his tongue. It felt incredible. So much so that she wriggled and squirmed beneath his ministrations, needing more wanting…Garrett grabbed her hips locking her in place, and he moved back to her clit.
    “Oh God, Garrett I’m going to….”
    He straddled her thighs using his hand to carry on where his mouth had left off. The orgasm started in her core exploding through her entire body. She grit her teeth, her back arching off the bed, her hands tearing at the sheets. He slowly eased off and she collapsed, a panting, sweating mess. The best orgasm she’d ever had and he hadn’t even had sex with her.
    He cursed.
    “I’m sorry, Garrett.” Aside from a light tingling of her gums, her demon had given her no sign of appearing.
    “It’s not your fault,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.
    “It sort of is.” His dark eyes flashed to her. “It wants you to fuck us. Won’t come out until you do.”
    “That’s your fault how?”
    “I want you to fuck us too.” She wasn’t normally this brazen, but he was hers and if he didn’t see that…yet…then it was his own problem.

Chapter 8
     
    His already hard cock hardened up a whole lot more.
    “You were marking me by the way.”
    He shook his head trying to follow what she was saying.
    “With your semen. You were trying to mark me as yours. That little piece of dragon inside of you instinctually knows what I am.”
    Garrett opened his mouth to tell her she was crazy and then shut it again. There was some merit to what she said. Even now, he felt a driving need not only to fuck her, but to spill himself inside her over and over again. To mark her as his. He moved away. Why would he be feeling like this? Unless, unless she was right. They were mates. Even though he didn’t want it to be true, everything in him told him that it was.
    A string of curses left his mouth as he paced. “This is worse than marriage. How the hell did this happen? Brice this means you’ll be dependent on me. I can do a lot worse than just break your heart, my indiscretions could end up hurting you, killing you. Mates are physically and emotionally dependant on each other…”
    “Listen to yourself Garrett, you said ‘each other’ you would be just as dependant on me. We would be in this together.”
    She was kneeling on his bed, naked, so beautiful, so pure and innocent. Brice had no idea what he was all about. If she did, she would leave and never look back and it was up to him to educate her. He needed to come clean about his past… but also about Evelyn .
    Garrett had wondered how the hell she had managed to control the hybrid demon inside her. It was unheard of for a hybrid not to go on a killing spree. The amount of sheer will power it would have taken. She would have to have concentrated twenty four hours a day, every day since the hybrid inside her had come into its own. Since spending some time with her, he knew that she was too good and cared too much about others to have let her guard down even for a second. She was special, unique, trusting and he was not about to fuck her up in the long run. He had to explain to her why he would never be a suitable mate. This couldn’t work.
    “Like father like son right? At least that’s how the saying goes. My father liked to screw anything in a dress. From my childhood I remember having to listen to my mom cry herself to