Shifters Unbound: Mate Claimed Part 10

She moved to his flat nipple, teeth finding the point. Eric jumped. "Sweet girl."

Iona flicked her tongue over his nipple, liking how it tightened under her attention. He tasted darker here, the tip of the nipple smooth under her tongue. Eric's heart pounded, his breath coming fast.

His fingers furrowed her hair, his touch strong. Eric didn't gentle himself, Iona thought with rising excitement, because he knew she could take it.

She wondered what he could take. She played her tongue over his nipples a little longer, before she licked her way back to the hollow of his throat.

At the same time, she slid her hand downward, tracing the narrow line of hair that pointed to his belt buckle. Eric moved his legs apart as Iona took her hand past the buckle to the hard ridge that pressed the zipper of his jeans.

Eric's head went back against the wall, eyes half closing. He twitched her hand aside so he could unbuckle and unzip his jeans, shoving them and his underwear down before he guided Iona back to him.

Iona closed fingers around his rigid c.o.c.k. She thought again of her s.h.i.+fter-loving friends giggling that s.h.i.+fters were extra long. Eleven inches was common.

Iona found every inch while Eric leaned back and let her, his eyes green slits in the darkness.

The shaft of his c.o.c.k was smooth and firm, sleek and hot. Iona slid her hand all the way around him in wonderment, feeling the pulse beat through it in the darkness. She worked her fingers upward to the spongier texture of the tip and ran her thumb back and forth over the head. A bead of moisture slicked the tip, and Eric bit back a groan.

Iona skimmed her hand down again, liking the contrast between soft head and extra-hard shaft. Eric couldn't stop the next groan when Iona reached the base of his c.o.c.k, fingers finding and cupping his b.a.l.l.s.

"You're going to kill me," he said in a low voice.

Iona stilled. "I can stop."

"No." Eric's grip bit into her wrist. "You can't."

Iona closed her fingers around his shaft again. Eric loosened his hold a little but kept his hand around her wrist while she glided her closed hand up the c.o.c.k. Eric shuddered, his head moving against the wall.

Iona leaned into him, loving his warmth, loving that she had the powerful s.h.i.+ftertown leader to herself in her back hall, his jeans and underwear sagging around his ankles. He tugged her into the circle of one strong arm, holding her close as she stroked him.

Her hand slid easily up his shaft, the tip b.u.mping her palm, his tight b.a.l.l.s filling her hand when she reached the base again. Eric breathed raggedly as he held her, his fingers still hard on her wrist.

The music and noise went on in the other room, the stripper keeping the ladies' attention. In the darkness of the hall, Iona indulged herself touching this incredible man. Eric's body was tight with the power of him, his broad neck encircled by the Collar that gleamed in the dark.

Tall, s.e.xy, strong Eric. Iona licked the tattoo on his arm as she kept stroking.

Eric tugged her sleeveless top upward, his hand on the warmth of her belly. He slid his fingers to her back and popped open her bra, then moved to cup and hold the warmth of one breast.

Now Iona groaned softly as Eric flicked his thumb over her nipple, bringing her to life as she had him.

This encounter was different from when he'd tackled her up on the ridge, pinning her with his warmth and strength. That had been exciting but playful, Eric teaching Iona that he could take her down anytime he wanted.

This was raw s.e.x, nothing playful about it. Iona's panther watched from within her, bemused by the human need for erotic touch. Iona the woman fastened her teeth on Eric's neck above his Collar and sucked.

Eric's moan was heartfelt. His hand moved hers faster on his c.o.c.k, his hips pus.h.i.+ng from the wall, rocking into her hand.

Iona sucked harder on his neck while she stroked him through her fist, knowing what was coming.

Eric shoved her away suddenly, and she looked up at him, startled, to find herself being flattened against the wall again. He curved over her, naked in her arms, his hips still moving, c.o.c.k thrusting through her closed fist.

"I want my seed on you," he said savagely. "To mark you as mine. To keep you away from some stupid dancer dressed up like a fireman."

Iona started to laugh. "I wasn't..."

He silenced her with a kiss. The kiss was fierce, his mouth brutal, Eric biting her lips until she quieted. At the same time, his hips moved faster and faster, until he broke the kiss, his breathing hoa.r.s.e.

Eric leaned one arm on the wall behind her, bracing himself to keep his weight from crus.h.i.+ng her. His eyes flicked to s.h.i.+fter as his head rocked back, and his seed shot out to land, scalding, all over Iona's hand and her bared belly.

In the living room, the music cut off abruptly, followed by the women's raucous cheers and laughter. Eric stifled his growls, but barely, as he came and came, holding Iona, his mouth landing on hers again.

Iona caught his tongue with hers, tasting his mouth, letting her teeth sc.r.a.pe his lips as his sc.r.a.ped hers. She held six feet six of shuddering male in her arms, his skin slick with sweat as his hot seed roped over her fingers.

Eric scooped Iona's long hair back from her face, his kisses softening from fierce to tender. Iona's heart ached as he took her lips in slow, openmouthed kisses, his eyes still that of his wildcat.

When the music started again, Eric raised his head, his face relaxed, touch warm. He started to speak, but Iona put her fingers to his lips.

"Let's go upstairs," she whispered.

He gave her a silent nod then rolled away from her to lean against the wall and catch his breath.

Iona almost lost her breath. Eric's long, naked body reposed against her hallway wall, the sweat on his sun-bronzed skin glistening in the fingers of light from the living room. His jeans and underwear were crumpled around his ankles; they were the only st.i.tch of clothing he wore.

His tattoo, black and sharp, wound down his arm, his navel a shadowed indentation on his flat stomach. Below his abdomen, his c.o.c.k hung, long and dark, still half-erect, damp from his coming.

Iona could look at him forever. Feast on me, he'd said. She had-with her touch, her tongue, and now her gaze. He'd let her take what she needed of him without asking anything in return.

"Iona!" Nicole shouted from the living room. "Get back in here. You have to see this!"

Iona was seeing plenty. She grinned at Eric, who half smiled back.

Eric leaned to grab his s.h.i.+rt from the floor, then used the s.h.i.+rt to wipe Iona's hands and abdomen, then himself. He pulled up, zipped, and buckled his jeans, then he wadded the s.h.i.+rt in his hands.

"Clean up and go back to your sister's party." Eric kissed her, his mouth still hot, then turned to leave.

Iona's heart pounded. "Wait." She went to him where he paused near the back door. "Why have you been following me around?"

"Not following. Watching out for you."

"You have a whole s.h.i.+ftertown to watch out for."

Eric stroked his hand through her hair, his touch strong. "I have family to help me look after s.h.i.+ftertown. But I'm the only one who looks after you."

"You don't have to look after me."

Eric kissed the line of her hair, then let her go. "Yes, I do."

He was about to turn around again, walk out the back door, fade into the night. Iona caught his hand, for some reason not wanting him to go. "I was sent a set of the blueprints from the architect late this afternoon. I was going to call you."

Eric stepped closer to her again. "I'll come to your office tomorrow and show you what I need you to do."

"No, you won't. I'll be at a wedding all day."

"Doesn't matter. I'll go to your office and look at them. Leave them out where I can find them."

"Right, a s.h.i.+fter will go into our locked office the day the company's closed for Nicole's wedding and help himself to blueprints. Security will be all over your b.u.t.t, and you'll be in jail trying to explain yourself."

He shook his head, the light from the living room glinting on his short, dark hair. "Security will never see me. Give me a key if you want to make it easier, but I'll get in anyway."

"Eric, I see you all the time. You're not that stealthy."

His laughter rumbled as he put his face close to hers. "You see me, because you have a connection to me." Eric traced her cheek. "You're the only one who does."

He laughed again as she stared at him, then he kissed her parted lips and walked out of her house.

The shower was a sweet bite on Eric's sensitive skin. He lifted his face to the water, enjoying its warmth, letting his hands rest on the cool tiled wall.

Sweeter was the memory of Iona's teeth in his neck and her hand stroking his c.o.c.k. It was already erect for her again.

His life would be so much better if Iona were here in the shower with him, helping him soap off, her hands gliding all over his naked body. He'd return the favor and wash her, and then they could slide against each other, Eric lifting her to make love to her against the tiled wall he and Jace had put in.

Eric needed to mate-claim Iona soon, bring her in, install her in this house, and make her part of himself. No stepping aside so younger males could have their chance with her. Iona was his.

He remembered looking into the living room from the back hall and seeing Iona dancing with the stripper. Eric had taken in the smile on her face, her arms raised above her head as she gyrated and slid against the man.

Something primal had ripped through him. Instinct wanted him to grab the stripper away from her and tear his head off. Eric wanted to feel the blood of his rival running down his arms and dripping from his teeth. His brain had switched back to the days when s.h.i.+fters were wild and untamable, when they'd turned on their Fae masters and left b.l.o.o.d.y bodies in their wake.

She's mine.

Sudden pain sliced through his stomach, robbing him of breath.

s.h.i.+t, not again. Eric folded his arm over his abdomen, trying to find air. What the h.e.l.l?

The pain faded, and Eric relaxed. Weird. He hadn't been fighting today, no Collar going off, no practicing the technique to suppress it. He'd gone to DX Security to ask Xavier Escobar to, on the QT, search for Iona Duncan's birth certificate. Xavier had agreed, promising not to mention the search to any s.h.i.+fter, though he was obviously curious about the order for silence. But Xavier would keep his mouth shut. Eric had learned that he could trust him.

Eric had spent the rest of the day watching Iona. He hadn't meant for her to find him in her house during the party. But when she'd hurried, mussed and sweating, eyes wild, into the back hall, he couldn't resist the opportunity to touch her.

The pain blinked out like a forgotten dream as Eric relived her clawing at his s.h.i.+rt, licking his chest when he bared it for her. She'd tongued his nipples in delight, as though she hadn't realized men were as sensitive as women. Another bite of triumph filled him with the knowledge that Eric was her first.

She hadn't known quite how to stroke him, but he hadn't minded letting her learn on him. Eric's body relaxed even more as he thought of how she'd touched him in wonder, then the erotic pulse of his coming, his basic need to mark her with his seed.

His c.o.c.k rose with delighted memory, and Eric gave it a calming stroke.

At the same time he tried to cool down. He couldn't walk out of here with an erection, not with Ca.s.sidy and his son in the living room. The house was too small. They'd scent his arousal even if he hid it well with his towel. And they'd find it hilarious.

Eric's thoughts drifted back to Iona dancing. G.o.ddess, she was beautiful, taller and fuller figured than her friends and half sister who'd surrounded her, her body graceful as she moved in sinuous rhythm. Eric had wanted to be that stripper, with his thigh planted firmly between Iona's legs...

Out of nowhere, pain smacked Eric's entire body, as though something were trying to twist him in half. A cry escaped his lips as he fell, his knees banging the shower's tile floor.

He clenched his teeth, arms folded over his stomach, every muscle hurting, every nerve burning. His heart pounded with the agony and also with fear.

What the h.e.l.l was wrong with him? s.h.i.+fters didn't get the same diseases humans did, their metabolisms not allowing what killed humans to manifest inside them. But s.h.i.+fters had been living among humans for a while now, breeding with them, eating their food, drinking their water-who knew what had developed?

Or maybe this was the residual effects of suppressing his Collar three days ago. Eric wasn't as good at overriding the Collar as Jace was. Jace had been mastering the technique, traveling to Austin every month or so to get instruction from the s.h.i.+fters there who knew how. Jace was good at it, better than Eric or Ca.s.sidy.

Whatever was going on with Eric, it hurt like holy h.e.l.l. Eric curled up around himself and moaned.

Iona, I need you.

He craved her touch, the sound of her voice. But he was on his a.s.s in the shower, the water beating on him, and he couldn't move to crawl out and find help.

"Dad?" Jace's voice was right next to him. Eric peeled open his eyes to find his son crouched next to the shower stall, staring through the gla.s.s at Eric in concern. "s.h.i.+t, Dad, are you all right?"

"No," Eric croaked.

Jace stood up, opened the shower door, and turned off the water before he grabbed a towel and draped it around Eric's body. "We heard you moaning in here. Ca.s.s made me come in and see if you were all right."

Eric s.h.i.+vered under the towel. "I will be."

"Bulls.h.i.+t. Look at you."

"No, thanks." Eric was drained of strength, and he probably looked awful. He started to dry himself off, but his hands shook so much that Jace had to help him.

"You were with a woman tonight," Jace said, still sounding worried.

d.a.m.n it. "Can you still scent her on me? Give me the soap."

"No, I can tell because you have love bites up and down your neck."

The clenching pain receded slightly as Eric thought of Iona's mouth on him, her tongue tracing the line of his Collar. He smiled faintly. "She likes to chew on me."

"Was it Iona Duncan?"

Eric lost his smile. "Ca.s.s told you."

"Yeah. She also told me to keep it quiet. Like I'd rat out my own father."

Eric grabbed Jace's offered hand and let his son help pull him to his feet. "What would you say if I told you I wanted to take a new mate?" he asked.

Jace rolled his eyes. "I'd say it's about f.u.c.king time."

Eric growled a laugh. He caught Jace around the neck and pulled him close for a swift, damp hug. The pain finally dissolved with his son's warmth through the towel.

"That's what I love about you, Jace," Eric said. "You don't hold back."

"Why should I? You're not that scary, Dad."

Eric squeezed Jace again before letting him go. "I'll have to work on that. Go tell Ca.s.s I'm okay."

Jace returned the embrace, then dried off his hands on the end of the towel. "Better clean up in here before you let Ca.s.sidy in. And when you're done, Shane and I want to talk to you."