Shifter Domination Complete Set Page 4

  He sees Mike rushing them and his instinct to protect is kicked into high alert, swallowing all of his other senses until the only thing he knows is that he needs to keep his mate safe from the attacker. He has the man down before he can even blink and then when he turns back, she's gone too.

  Her name is April Snow and she has been working in their company for the past several months. He waits for her the next day with strict instructions for his men not to let her escape this time.

  And then he has her in his grasp. She's soft and small, afraid even though there's nothing to be afraid of. He is struck again by how gorgeous she would be when she's not hiding so much. Her features are soft and sweet, the gold in her eyes hidden by black contact lenses that he vows to get rid of the moment he can. There's an angelic sort of air about her that he wants to shelter and protect.

  When he finally has her in his lap, he is filled with the need to possess, to breed and mate her, make sure she is his, that everybody knows it.

  But she's afraid. He catches her chewing her tail and he pushes down the instinct to pin her over the table and breed her because it's clear she's not ready for something like that.

  She reminds him of his youngest sibling. He was a Cat Shifter like her too, incapable of hiding his ears or tail. His parents told him that Daniel is 'special' and that he needs extra care. He used to cry a lot and they never quite figured out what sets off his crying fits. He's afraid of his own shadow and when he's anxious, he would chew on his tail until the fur there is tacky and pulled out in places. He never did grow out of that habit and he never had a chance. Most shifters with outward characteristics like her had been killed. It's a miracle she survived.

  "I'm not going to hurt you," he promises the little thing and watches the gold in her eyes flash through the dark contacts.

  When it's clear that she's not going to bolt, he loosens his grip on her waist and tries to get some work done. He normally goes to his own office for this but he has a feeling the open space would make her feel less trapped.

  She's tucked in his chest, looking perfectly adorable as she's grooming her tail. The tip isn't as bad as his brother's had been, but the fur there is matted and thinner than the rest of her fluffy tail. Poor thing. She's a beautiful little thing, firm large breasts that seems a little too heavy on her small waist without her tail wound so tightly around herself and lovely round hips perfect for childbearing.

  Her eyes are his favorite features on her, wide and trusting even though she knows nothing about him. She has angel-like features, soft cheeks tinted pink and lovely lush lips that he longs to kiss and bite. He wants her so much it aches like a physical pain in his core.

  He manages to retrieve her sandwich from her bag without having to untangle from her. She has a few slices of lettuce tucked between two pieces of bread and a generous helping of what smells like canned tuna. He'll have to work on her diet, feed her something more nutritious. But when he tries to feed her a bite from his own lunch, a freshly baked salmon, she refuses to even open her mouth.

  "Have some," he gently instructs, bouncing her on his lap the same way he remembers doing to his younger brother.

  "No," she replies meekly, looking unsure as she watches the fork hover at her lips.

  "I insist," he presses calmly, used to handing out orders that are obeyed immediately. "You can have another bite of your tuna sandwich after," he offers.

  She eyes the sandwich on the plate hungrily and licks her lips. "Promise?"

  "Of course," he answers lightly and she nods, flushing and nervous. She's going to be the death of him. She looks so sinfully tempting like this, pliant and sweet in his lap. He wants more than a taste of her on his lips. He wants all of her. He watches her carefully as she takes a small bite, closing her lips around his fork like she's ingesting something vile instead of the finest fresh fish money can buy.

  She makes a face at the taste and texture but chews and politely swallows all the same. Then, she reaches for her sandwich immediately and looks like she's trying her best to mask the taste of the salmon.

  He can't help but smile a little at the behavior. She trusts him enough to feed her. That's a good thing. That means she will be his by the end of the evening. He would see that done to secure himself a pretty little mate.

  She will be able to bear his children, his kits. They're both Cat Shifters so their children would be Shifters as well. He truly doesn't care if their children take after her or him more.

  The more he feeds her, the more he sees how she's growing uncomfortable. She shifts in her spot, unknowing rubbing against his erection. Pearls of sweat gathers on her brow as her eyes dilate subtly. It's subtle, but he's been looking for it since he caught her that morning.

  She barely notices when his men come in to delivery his work or when he tells them to leave and make sure he is not disturbed for the rest of the day.

  Keeping her close, covering her in his scent, feeding her... all these are his efforts to push her into heat and it's working.

  "How're you feeling?" he asks, feigning concern as he gives her another sip of his water. He rests his palm on her forehead, noting how her temperature has increased. Her eyes are a beautiful golden shade now that he's managed to convince her to take the contacts out.

  "I feel funny," she whispers. "You're warm."

  "Perhaps a little," he agrees. Hard not to feel warm with her writhing in his lap like an animal in heat.

  "Too warm," she whimpers, pushing herself off him.

  He lets her struggle in his grasp for a few minutes without putting any resistance except to hold his arms loosely around her waist so she doesn't fall from his lap. She fights like a kitten, mewling and twisting, swiping at him with his paws with movements too lethargic to be any real danger to him.

  "Too warm," she complains again, toeing her shoes off as it that would make a difference. He helps her take her socks off, and then her skirt as well. Unbeknownst to her, he had taken the liberty of adding a light sedative in her drink to keep her more faint and open to advances. The first mating is usually the roughest time for the female. It's the same reason why he hasn't taken a mate in all his thirty five years. When he was younger and there had been more cat shifters in the world, he would travel great distances to mate. He hasn't found one like him for so many years that it is hard to not strip and fuck her right then and there.

  He forces himself to be patient. Mating between cat shifters can sometimes be unpleasant and he has a feeling that she hasn't even had sex before.

  A virgin, all for him.

  She gives a few meek struggles as he starts to strip her completely, taking off her large shirt first, letting it fall onto the floor beside them. The rest of her clothes follow suit quickly, joining the pile of clothes on the floor. Her clothes are all too big for her, possibly to keep her tail from being seen. She is lovely without them, smooth curves and soft, unblemished skin, if a little pale.

  She is even smaller without all the clothes in the way. He can't help but palm her breast, feeling the softness of her skin through his palm and the give of the flesh. Natural breasts always feel a little different from artificial ones. Hers are as natural as they come and he has a feeling that with proper feeding and nutrition, she can grow even bigger. She lets out a lovely little whine and struggles. He's not sure if she's trying to free herself or press her breast into his palm.

  "You'll look lovely when you come into milk," he comments, already able to imagine it. He plucks the little nubs until they're stiff and pink, pulling on them until the girl whimpers and mewls a little. It's such a lovely noise, going straight to his groin. He can hardly help himself from leaning in over the young shifter and stealing a kiss, using a finger to pry her mouth open when she struggles to keep her mouth close so he can deepen the kiss. Twisting her on his lap so that she has no choice but to straddle him, he kisses her until she is breathless and her eyes are glazed with desire.

  "Mr. Kenzo?" she whispers.

  "Mateo," he
corrects, turning her head to slant their mouths tightly and take as he pleases. The sedative is working on her. She blinks hazily at him, lost between wakefulness and sleep. He noses into her hair, rubbing his cheek to her ear because she seems to find it soothing, even if she doesn't say it. His hands trail down her belly, the movement raising goosebumps on her skin. The muscles of her stomach clenches and trembles and he vows to feed her more because she is too skinny now, the size of her waist dainty enough that his fingertips can touch if he were to wrap his hands around her waist.

  "Mateo?" she whimpers, wriggling around a little more.

  He hisses at the friction of his pants on his hard cock.

  Cat shifters don't mate with others because they can't take their cocks without hurting. While his cock isn't barbed in the same way a feline's penis is, it will still grow to a point that would lock their bodies together and he would still feel inclined to fuck up to a hundred times a day in order to impregnate his mate. The first time he had done so to is lover unwittingly, spurred by his desire to breed and mark, his lover had packed up and left the very next day, unable to satisfy nor understand his ridiculous sexual appetite.

  He knows he wouldn't have that problem with her. Her body, however small, is designed to take his cock. He would be able to fill her as much as he wants without having to worry about hurting her more than what's natural.

  With her drugged with the sedative, there is no need to be delicate with her, but he still finds the desire to kiss every inch of her skin that he can reach, licking up her breasts and kissing her nipples, plucking the sensitive pink buds until they're nice and pebbled and she is a whimpering mess on top of him. He wants her to come undone in his hands, wants her to surrender herself to him willingly.

  "It's okay, baby," he coaxes softly, nuzzling her skin. "I'm going to take care of you now," he hushes when she starts to fight weakly. Still drugged, he manages to catch both her wrists easily and tie them with his tie again, pinning her arms behind her. He rains soft kisses on her face as she starts to cry. It's an adorable sound, a soft keening sort of cry that kittens make. "Shh... It's okay darling. There's no need to be scared."

  She shakes her head, whimpering sweetly. "No, no," she cries and he knows she doesn't mean it. She's just scared right now because this is new to her. Despite her protest, her body is reacting to him, releasing mating pheromones that makes her even more desirable. She tries to sit up but he holds her by her hips, keeping her sitting on top of him. When she is finally too tired to fight, he lets her rest her head on his chest so he can free his cock. Virgin that she is, he knows that she wouldn't be able to take his cock straight away, not if he wants her to enjoy it. So, he begins to fingerfuck her, working one digit at first into her tight channel, and then a second and a third.

  Even though she continues to whimper protests, her body betrays her by opening up to his fingers, letting him stretch her wide enough that he can splay and stretch his fingers inside her pussy without hurting her. She rocks into his fingers, breathing hard against his neck as she struggles to understand what's happening.

  "Mr. Kenzo, it feels- it feels weird," she whines.

  "I know, darling. My fingers don't feel as good as my cock. I'll make you feel good in a little bit, okay?" he promises.

  "Promise?" she asks.

  "Promise. You just have to trust me, okay?"

  Sweet innocent thing that she is, she nods against his chest and trusts him completely.

  He grins and slicks his cock up with her arousal fluid and lifts her up to line her opening to his cock. "Slowly, baby," he says as she tries to sink down into his cock all at once, and then grimaces at the pinch of pain that is him taking her virginity. She whimpers out and squirms feebly, lifting herself off his cock as though she's changed her mind about wanting him inside of her.

  He can hardly blame her. She's such a small thing that it would be akin to fucking her with his fist. Still, her heat is getting to her head, making it hard to think. "Feels empty," she whimpers, crying a little as her body aches for something she doesn't understand.

  "I know, darling. I know," he coos, kissing her brow as he pushes his cock head insistently up, forcing her way inside her small form. It goes in with a give, stretching her to her limits.

  She cries out loudly then and he closes his mouth over her pale shoulder, sinking his teeth in to keep her in place.

  He's thankful that the sedative is fast-acting and makes it so that she doesn't tense when he begins to fuck her. At first, he had thought the position would be better, letting her have control of the pace, but it is clear that she is too overwhelmed to move at all, so he takes control, grabbing her hips and bouncing her on his cock, thrusting into the young shifter and enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around his cock. He growls in delight as she keens and collapses against him, sinking all the way in.

  He feels his cock beginning to fill out, the head of his cock fattening inside of her. The stretch makes her more awake, her eyes more aware she blinks. He growls at her, hips slamming her now, grip on her waist tight and fucking into her with a goal in mind. He feels the rise of climax and chases it ruthlessly, pounding her cunt. Something terrible in him likes it when she pushes at his chest weakly, confused as she blinks down at their bodies where they are connected.

  "M- Mr. Kenzo?"

  The sweetness of her words makes him come. He drives home one last time, taking her hips and holding her in place so he can sink in as far as possible inside of her and fill her with his seed. He holds himself there as he groans out, feeling his cock beginning to throb.

  "Ah, ah," she gasps softly, shaking above him as he locks their bodies together.

  "It's okay, darling," he hushes when she tries to pull free. Still drugged, she shouldn't be feeling any pain from having his thick length inside of her, but it's a foreign sensation nonetheless. It must be disorienting for her. He kisses her face when she begins to cry again. "It's alright. I'm going to take good care of you, darling. I'll love you and make a nest for you, somewhere safe. You won't ever have to be alone again," he says, trying to win over the more animal part of her that calls for stability, for a strong mate capable of giving her a family and taking care of her.

  She whimpers sweetly and tries to lift her hips away. She lets out a cry of pain and sinks back against him. The penile spines in jaguars are relatively small and the pain serves as a trigger for ovulation, so he lets her struggle a little knowing that the pain would make her stop and she would sink back in. She sobs harder from the pain and his heart clenches in empathy.

  "I'm sorry, baby," he says. "It'll be better if you stay still. We have to make sure my seed takes and you'll be carrying my baby by the end of the day."

  "No, no," she whimpers. "I don't want you," she begs, eyes so lovely with tears.

  He kisses her to quiet her, knowing she doesn't mean it. Cats are loners and resent company even when it's absolutely necessary. You can hardly procreate without a mate. He kisses her until there is no air left in her lungs and she's pushing against his chest hard. He lets her back and gasps for air. "Why don't you want me for a mate, darling?" he asks.

  She looks far away, face flushed with pheromones and the sedative. Sweat gleams on her pale skin and she blinks at him as though considering the question. And then she blushes and hides her face in the nape of his neck. "I don't know you," she mumbles.

  "I'm your mate now," he says. "I'm going to take very good care of you, love. There's no need to worry. Not need to worry about anything at all."

  Chapter Eight: Filled

  April's brain is a little fuzzy and she doesn't feel her best at the moment. She knows it has something to do with Mateo, who is holding her so close and smells so good. Mateo who looks like some sort of god in his suit and looks at her like he would gladly burn the world down if she asked nicely.

  Her body feels too hot and she clings to him desperately, wanting something she doesn't understand. And then, she's feeling him inside her, filling her with
a sort of ease that should frighten her, but makes her feel safe instead. When she tries to pull away, it hurts and she collapses back against him. The pressure inside her relaxes and she breathes against his neck, drinking in his scent that reminds her so much of home and safety.

  He must have moved her at some point because when she opens her eyes next, they are no longer squeezed together on a couch.

  She is on her back, stretched out long and lean with her arms above her head and both of her wrists encircled in one of his large hands. She's naked. She had been naked since that morning and she thinks she should worry about it more but she can't bring herself to mind, not when the idea of synthetic material rubbing against her oversensitive skin makes her want to tear and shred it.

  She's pinned to the bed beneath the larger man's weight and he's biting down on her throat, growling and sucking bruises there, keeping her down and talking about how he's going to take care of her and how she's his now. He's going to claim her, mate her and breed her until she's heavy with kits.

  Confusing emotions war inside her head. She thinks she would struggle more if it didn't feel so good. He rubs his cock at her opening, brushing the hard length over her pussy lips again and again, occasionally bumping her clit and making her keen.

  "That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" he coos.

  She nods without thinking.

  "Want Daddy inside you?"

  She freezes for a second because it's such an odd thing to call himself. She's pretty sure she had a Daddy once upon a time and he's not him. Still, she knows enough about sex to understand that it's just a turn of phrase. He's not actually her Daddy. Riding on the edge of pleasure pain where the oversensitivtiy is almost too much and not enough, her mouth parts and the words come unbidden from her lips. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpers.

  He stills too, evidently not expecting her to respond in like.