The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 44: Chapter 44

He leaned forward, caging her in, and found her clit with his hand. Fucking her in long, deep strokes, Brayden brought her to orgasm in no time at all. And if that wasn’t enough, he bit her again. Staking his claim one more time on her shoulder, sending another, stronger orgasm slamming into her.
“Mine,” he growled.
His cock pulsed as it spewed his thick hot seed inside her already coming pussy, making it that much more intense.
Was that her third or fourth orgasm? It didn’t matter to her. She’d never been so perfectly fucked in all her life. She’d never come so hard, not even with her own toys.
Jessica lost count of the number of times she came screaming his name. But she knew one thing for sure. Jessica was never letting go of her Bear.
Mine.
Forever.
Brayden woke to the sound of someone banging on his bedroom door. He couldn’t stop a long, warning growl from escaping his lips.
His arms were full of warm, soft woman, His woman. And whoever dared interrupt them was going to have hell to pay.
Except the Neta, of course. Fuck.
“Brayden? We gotta go, bro. There’s trouble. Hunter wants us ready to leave in ten,” Mikey called from the hallway.
“Fuck. Alright,” he growled.
“Mm, what’s up?”
His sweet mate turned in his arms. His chest burned with feeling, and he thanked the universe for the gift of her one more time. He could hardly believe it was real. Damn, he was one lucky Bear.
Jessica was so fucking beautiful, sometimes it hurt to look at her. Her wild mane of red hair matched her passionate nature. Her smooth peaches and cream skin now held evidence of beard burn and bite marks, a sign she’d been well loved. By him.
Only me.
Mine, his Bear snarled.
The animal inside him had been awakened before he was ready. The beast was up now and roaring, wanting him to hunt down Mikey for pounding on his door. Brayden could not blame his animal. The Bear wanted to stay with his mate. He wanted to be buried balls deep inside her luscious heat for days on end.
Hell, maybe even for the rest of his life. Not that it was possible. But it was still a good idea.
Yesss.
“Don’t know. The Neta wants me up and out,” Brayden growled with regret.
“You’re the Pride Beta. It’s your job,” she whispered, running her hands down the side of his face.
So fucking hot, he thought and leaned down to kiss her dusky rose lips. Need pulsed through him, and his dick got hard. Or maybe it was already like that.
Fuck.
Kissing her was an addiction. One he had no intention of ever giving up. The fact that she was a powerful she-Cat who went completely submissive in his arms made him insane. Even better was the way she commanded in the bedroom. It was more than he’d expected.
Better than any wet dream or fantasy he’d ever had. Jessica was hot as fuck when she told him what she wanted and practically dared him to give it to her. She was sexy and beautiful all the time, where he was concerned.
He felt his cock stir against her soft belly. Dropping kisses across her lips and chin and neck, Brayden groaned when she opened her legs. His fingers teased her already wet slit, dipping inside just slightly, then back out again to trace her lips with her own juices. She was more than ready for him.
Fuck it.
Hunter could wait.
“Need you,” she moaned into his mouth and Brayden was a goner.
He kissed her again, sucking on her tongue as he settled between her supple thighs. No better place on earth, he decided. Her ginger spiced scent combined with his until they both smelled like the heavenly mixture that would forever mark them as a mated pair.
The same way the series of bites and scratches they’d given each other the night before would announce to the entire supernatural world that Brayden and Jessica belonged together. Forever. He would rip apart anyone who thought to stand between them.
Jessica moaned, scraping her nails lovingly over the mark she’d given him on his shoulder. She traced it with her fingertips and Brayden grunted, sliding his cock into her tight, hot sheath. He almost went cross eyed from the sheer pleasure.
It would always be this way for them. Each time they had sex it would only get better. Fated mates instinctively knew ways to please each other. It was part of the magic that bound them.
Still, he wanted more. Not just sex, he wanted what her gorgeous teal eyes promised him as she moaned his name and opened her pink mouth to slide her tongue along his. He wanted her love; he realized quite suddenly.
He wanted to bury himself balls deep inside her sweet pussy until she was carrying his cubs. Bears or Tigers, either would be fine with him. He just wanted them. Kids, a home, and family. With her. Only his sweet Jessica.
Mate.
Mine.
It didn’t take long to bring them both to the brink of that sweet bliss of pure satiation. It was more like an explosion of pure emotion. Lust and need, yes, but also something else. Something deeper that he had yet to name.
He cared for her. Craved her, needed her like he needed oxygen to breathe. Loved her.
Fuck.
As his cock found heaven inside her supple body the realization dawned with blinding accuracy. He wanted her love, but he already loved her.
Loved her so much his heart nearly beat him to death just thinking about it. It wasn’t always that way. Mates did not always find love. Hadn’t he learned that from his past?
And yet he knew in his heart this couldn’t be anything else. They both yelled their pleasure in unison. Her slick walls contracted, her pussy sucking his cum deep inside her body as she came with him.
Yes, he loved her. Deeply. Truly. Madly. And forevermore.
It was pure fact. Brayden was head over heels for his sexy little mate. He pressed one more long kiss to her lips just as another knock sounded on the door. This one threatened to break the thing down.
Fuck.
“Stop whatever the fuck you are doing and move it. The streak has attacked our Pride,” Hunter roared from the hallway.
Brayden stiffened and closed his eyes. Shit. This was serious.
“Gotta go, kitten,” he said and kissed her one more time.
“I know. Be safe,” she returned, concern flashing in her eyes.
“Always. Stay here until I know what’s going on.”
“I have to open the store,” she said.
“Just wait for me to check things out first. I’ll call you,” he insisted.
He waited until she nodded her ascent before climbing out of bed and grabbing his clothes. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he thought she was in trouble.
After saying a quick goodbye, he left. Reluctantly, to say the least. Brayden had to make it fast. He knew if he delayed even a moment longer with another kiss or touch, he would never get out that door.
His Bear wanted to stay in his den with his mate for the rest of his days and everything else could fuck off. But he was the Beta and duty was a must. He would be honorable for his mate.
Later, he would return and pick up where he left off. The idea satisfied the beast inside, even though his chest still rumbled with his Bear’s growl.
He could not help it. Brayden wanted to take her every which way again and again until the two of them could do nothing but sleep. Wrapped around each other.
Good plan.
He grunted as he hustled down the hallway to the living room, where everyone was gathered. The last thing he would have needed was Hunter breaking down his door to see him balls deep inside his sister.
Fuck.
That would have been bad. Still, he grinned to himself, unable to hide the elation he felt. And why shouldn’t he feel joy?
Brayden finally had a mate. Someone of his very own to love, cherish, and protect. She was his whole world.
“Thanks for joining us,” Hunter’s voice dripped sarcasm, and Brayden simply nodded.
He refused to disrespect himself or his Neta with any unnecessary attitude. And he would never disrespect his mate that way. Besides, he understood. If it was his sister, he’d be pissed as well.
“The streak has entered Pride lands. They defaced some property on the outskirts of town. Breaking windows and damaging some siding on the abandoned Williams’ house. Luckily, no one lives there anymore. Our sentries sent up an alert a half an hour ago. The streak was last seen on the outer edges of town in Tiger form where the forest runs into the river.”
“Are we going on foot or paw?” Reg asked.
The Tiger male was young, but he had a good heart, and he was eager to prove himself. After that debacle with their former Beta, Blake, stirring up trouble, he’d turned into one of the most dependable men they had.
Brayden begrudgingly respected the man. He couldn’t come right out and say it though, not after Reg had expressed some mild interest in Jessica. And there was the whole staring at her ass thing he had yet to deck the guy for. But it was coming.
Grrr, his Bear growled at the thought of any man coveting what was his. It was a good thing he’d already marked and claimed her, or he wasn’t sure he could hold back his beast.
“We’ll take the trucks to the service road. Then we’ll change into our fur,” the Neta said.
Hunter’s massive Tiger led the way through the woods with Brayden’s Black Bear close to his right flank. The others surrounded them in standard tactical formation.
They would be able to defend against any attack from their enemies with fluidity and superior speed since theirs was a trained unit, and the streak was nothing more than a few misled cubs.
Brayden sniffed the air. Something was wrong. They’d been tracking the streak’s movements for over three miles through the snow-covered woods.
The rogue Tiger Shifters left paw prints and clawed up trees in their wake. Not to mention a hefty amount of defecation and urine.
Fucking assholes.
It was a weak attempt to claim territory that was not theirs. Shifters rarely allowed their baser natures to run amok, but it was all these fucks seemed to know.
Hunter was not amused. He growled his displeasure for all to hear. Brayden’s Bear rumbled right with him. The streak was careless, or they were purposely leaving this trail for them to follow.
Neta?
Brayden used the telepathic connection between himself and Hunter to speak to the leader of the Maverick Pride while allowing the guards with them to hear as well.
I have an uneasy feeling. I think this might be a fool’s errand. These tracks are old. They have not been here for an hour at least.
Hunter paused, his teal eyes finding Brayden after a beat.
I think you’re right. Let’s head back to the trucks.
Hunter’s Tiger loosed a mighty roar. The sound louder than any other in the forest. He used his Alpha powers to send the message.
Wherever the streak was hiding, Hunter, Brayden, and the rest of the guards were coming for them.
Grrr.
Brayden’s Bear tore through the woods at a run. He was anxious and jumpy. The promise of battle had turned into a bust and now the beast wanted to check on their mate.
To make sure she’d stayed put just as he’d asked. For some reason, he doubted his sexy little mate was very good at listening. And he would enjoy spanking her for it.
Later.
First, he had to make sure she was not in harm’s way. He might be new to the whole mating thing, but thousands of years of evolution could not be denied. The Bear wanted his mate now.