He’d had one-night stands, yes. But he’d never acted on the time old tradition of shifter men to simply carry off a female he wanted to make his mate. The rules said he had to keep her and mate her for three days and nights before she’d be officially his. Maybe the theory was that if he fucked her enough, she’d have no choice but to fall in love with him and agree to be his. Or maybe she’d be too exhausted afterward to protest.
He didn’t care.
He wanted Allie and if the docile way she was sitting in his car was an indication, she wanted it too.
He hadn’t really meant to be a caveman, but once Jett had put the idea in his head earlier, it was all Dax could think about. Then the instinct kicked in and he couldn’t help himself. If she’d said no, he would have put her down and walked away. If she’d run away from him and called the cops and put him in jail for the night, it would have been her right and he would accept the consequences for being so bold.
But she’d said yes.
And the way she was looking at him right now still said yes.
The key sat in the ignition, waiting for turn of his hand. His heart beat a nervous staccato inside his chest. It wasn’t like him to feel this way. Nervousness and uncertainty were not in his repertoire, but the weight of importance on this one decision couldn’t be denied.
Allie sat softly in the dark beside him, the glow of the streetlamps casting shadows around her pretty face. Her eyes were brilliant relief against the dim backdrop as she stared at him. Just looking at her made his body ache.
“My place is just outside of town, ten minutes from here.”
“Allie — “
“Look,” she grinned. “The answer is yes. And for the record, I like the caveman thing you had going on.”
Dax started the truck and the roar of his Chevy had never been more musical. She moved as if she were going to pull her seatbelt on, but he stopped her with a tug on her wrist. She tilted sideways and half-twisted into him. Dax cupper her face with one hand, the other sliding around her body to hold her tight. She wanted caveman; she was going to get it.
Without mercy, he ground his lips into hers. His tongue demanded entrance between her plump lips. A groan pushed out of him as her slick heat welcomed the intrusion. God, how he couldn’t wait to do that to her pussy. She cupped his face between her hands and pulled him closer, meeting his kiss with abandon.
Her breasts pushed against his forearm. He snaked a hand to the front of her shirt and quickly popped the top three buttons. Allie arched into him as he slid his hand inside the fabric and cupped her full, hard-tipped breast. He loved the soft weight in his hand and with an impatient tug, ripped the remaining buttons and cupped her other breast with his free hand. She gasped as his thumbs brushed over her nipples.
They had to get out of here before he positioned her curvy body under him, and they got tangled up in the front of his truck. Reluctantly, Dax pulled away and squared himself in the seat. Allie did the same, attempting to right her shirt before putting her seatbelt on with trembling hands. He could barely keep his eyes off her and on the road as he pulled away. Her breasts were mostly bare, thanks to the ripped shirt and askew bra. He should have ripped that away, too.
Allie gave him directions and somehow, he processed them. He’d took a right, then a left and was about to speed up when she tucked the shoulder strap of her seatbelt under her arm and leaned over the center console. He glanced down as she began working the button of his jeans.
His heart skipped a beat as she pulled the zipper down and quickly opened his jeans.
“Allie.”
Like he was going to stop her. No, he wanted whatever the hell she was about to do. She didn’t respond. Her eyes were riveted to his crotch. Talk about an ego boost. Caressing him over his briefs, Allie worked the band of his underwear down and moaned as she bared the tip of his cock.
“Oh, yes,” she gushed with appreciation. Her thumb swept the top and a little spiral of heat followed the movement of her finger. Dax groaned and slid down just a bit, silently begging in his mind for her to take him into her mouth.
She was beautiful, sexy, sassy, and a mind reader. Her breasts pressed into his thigh as her lips wrapped around his dick. Her mouth closed around him, sucking in a long, deep draw. His hips thrust forward, one hand leaving the steering wheel to cup the back of her head.
“God, suck me, Allie.”
She pulled the waist of his underwear down as far as they would go, her mouth following down, down, down, taking him as much as she could. Her mouth stretched beneath his size as he hit the back of her throat. She made a small sound, her hand working his base as she mouthed him.
She pulled back and pumped him with her hand for a second. She stared at his cock with unmasked appreciation and his heart soared.
“Just think, that’s going to be fucking your pussy real soon.”
She smiled before diving back in, taking him into her mouth and riding him with a mix of aggression and softness. His balls tightened. He’d been dreaming of this so much that his body was primed for the release only she could bring.
His vision blurred, and he had to give himself a mental shake to keep steady on the road. Putting both hands back on the wheel, Dax was fighting the pleasure when something darted out into the road. He pressed the break, slowing fast but evenly. He grabbed onto Allie to keep her in place, but her head had already snapped up.
“Raccoon!” Dax said, coming to a near stop as the animal waddled across the road.
“Of course,” Allie chuckled, ready to resume the position but he stopped her with a gentle tug on her hair.
“Better let me focus.”
