Chapter three
Banshee
Holy fuck, she was standing right in front of me.
“Hey.” She shrugged her shoulders when I continued to stare. “Okay, I know you’re mad at me for not coming with you when you asked,” she began.
Her rambling knocked me out of my stupor. I grabbed her backpack straps, hauling her into me, and stopping her talking with my mouth.
“I should’ve gone with you.”
“You’re right. you should’ve come with me. Now, shut up,” I said to her, knowing that if she was still able to talk, I wasn’t doing a good enough job. I kissed her deeper, pouring everything I felt when I rode away from her into it.
Still holding her straps, I brought her into my house. She kicked the door closed with her foot.
“Clothes off,” she commanded into my mouth.
We broke apart, our breath heaving in and out. I watched in awe as she dropped her backpack to the floor. In one fluid movement she whipped her shirt off, her bare tits bounced from the quickness of their reveal. My mouth watered as my soul screamed, Mine.
She cocked an eyebrow, a silent request for me to start stripping too. I slowly inched off my shirt, savoring the lust that clouded her eyes. She inventoried everything available to her, and I was proud of my six-pack, and tattoos. If anything she saw made her happy, I’d gladly do more, just to keep her with me. Her perusal almost brought me to my knees.
My chin jerked up, telling her it was her turn. She unbuttoned her jeans, pulling the leg-hugging denim off. Then she did it. She turned around presenting her firm round ass with a scrap of lace gracing her slit. If I wasn’t already completely hers, that little move cemented it.
“Fuck.” I moved toward her, no longer wanting to play this game. Needing her more than anything I’d ever thought I needed.
She stood up quickly, naked except for the tiny bit of white lace I wanted to destroy with my teeth. “Stay there, Hulk.”
I groaned and undid my jeans, pushing them off as quickly as I could. She laughed when my cock sprang free.
“Commando, I should’ve guessed.”
“Easier to fuck you with, little pixy.”
I stalked toward her as she stared at my cock with fascination, her bottom lip sucked in her mouth. “Are you scared?”
Her eyes moved up to me as I reached her, snatching the lace off her with one tug.
“You’re big everywhere.”
My chest swelled at her assessment.
“It’ll fit, and it will be the last one you’ll ever need.”
I waited for her to argue. When she let me leave without her, I doubted that she felt the same pull toward me. It hurt. It was agony. If Zeus hadn’t ordered Doc to make sure I stayed in the compound. I’d have either kidnapped her, or picked a fight with some unsuspecting asshole.
“Do you really mean that? You don’t have to lie to me. I promise you’re going to get laid. I’m a sure thing.”
For the first time since seeing her bare tits, my mind wasn’t on my dick. It was important for her to understand she was not getting rid of me. She was mine and I would make sure she was protected, loved, and never left my side again.
I wondered if Zeus and Marshal felt this way with Clara and Billie. The need to possess, and that need to protect was overwhelming. The raw need was consuming.
I took her chin and tilted her face toward mine, making sure her bright blues took in what I was saying. “I’m not lying. I promise I’m a sure thing, too. I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll never want another cock. I’m going to protect you, you’ll always feel safe. And I’m going to love you so you’ll never go looking for anyone else.”
“Fuck. You sure know how to make a girl’s panties wet.”
“You’re not wearing any panties.” I swiped my finger over her soaked slit. Her knees buckled, and I pulled her in.
We kissed deeply. By her joke, I knew she wasn’t ready to accept me just yet. Just as long as she didn’t go anywhere I’d win her over eventually. It was inevitable.
