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The Mac Ti`re Clan

Complete Box Set

Biting Obsession: Book One

Catching His Obsession: Book Two

Reckless Obsession: Book Three

Claiming His Obsession: Book Four

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Ceannaire: Leader

Athraigh: change, shift, turn

Minach `alainn: Beautiful mine

Mac ti`re: wolf

Chara: Friend

Uan beag: little lamb

Deartha`ir: Brother

Biting Obsession

By Keely Tate


Beautiful, headstrong Annah Kavanagh was on the run from trouble. She ended up in a small town with a big secret. She was fierce about keeping her independence when she should have been watching out for her heart.

He was an alpha, dominate and stubborn, heir to a clan. Jarrott Mason fought as hard as he loved. He was happy with his life and didn’t want or need any changes. Until his wolf catches her scent.

One sniff was all it took to change two lives forever. She will fight him at every turn, but can’t fight the attraction between them. There isn’t anything he won’t do to get one bite of her sexy, curvy body. But one bite will never be enough.

When the trouble she’s running from catches up, it threatens to destroy their chance at happiness forever.

The words to bind mates for life…

T`a tia m`anam mo neart mo theaghlach, mo shaol go dti mo anail dheireanach, go deo croi daor.

You are my soul, my strength, my family, my life until my last breath, forever dear heart <3

Chapter One

What the fuck? Jarrott didn’t know who was calling but they could damn well wait. It was the first night of the full moon, he was balls deep in Emily Richards, and it wasn’t even dark yet.

He stepped out for a quick run to clear his head and she just happened to be in the woods, for whatever reason. He didn’t ask, he didn’t care, all he wanted was fuck her.

She was more than willing to toss her skirt up and let him have her when she saw him stripping to shift.

She started moaning and begging him to move, he slapped her ass in warning, she knew better then to push him. His phone stopped ringing, but just for a second and it started ringing again. He leaned over to grabbed his pants and pulled his phone free.

Damn, it was his mom, and it didn’t take two guesses to know what she wanted. He dropped his phone onto his pants and grabbed her by the waist. There was no way he was talking to his mom while he was balls deep in a woman. He would call her back.

Liking the view of her bent over with her round ass in the air, begging to be fucked, but she had better get a better grip, because this was going to go hard.

“Brace yourself, this is going to be pretty quick.” He said, and started thrusting hard and fast. He wasn’t worried about hurting her, she was pushing back against him whimpering for more.

He was sure she was about to cum, he hoped so, because he was. He reached up with one hand and fisted her hair, using it to pull her back on his cock. He knew this particular bitch liked it rough.

"That’s it, take me!” He growled slamming into her. He felt her cunt squeezing his cock as he slammed in to the hilt. He held himself still as he filled her with cum. He pulled out and started dressing while she slumped against the tree looking at him with adoring eyes.

“You going to Jaspers tonight for the meeting?” She asked.

“Don’t I always?” He smirked at her. She was a beautiful girl, but she wasn’t a shifter, and she wasn’t his mate.

There was a lot of non-shifter humans in town, and some shifters had taken some to mate. Fate chooses your mate, but his wolf hadn’t agreed on any of them, hasn’t found the one that was his.

“Come I will walk you back to town.” He said as he helped her to her feet and straighten her cloths. As they walked he pulled out his phone and called his mother.

Hello mother.” He said.

Where are you at?” She said, getting right to the point.

I’m on my way back into town, I went for a run to clear my head.” He told her, which was true, just not all he was doing.

So, that’s what you’re calling it now?” Jarrott was glad Emily wasn’t a shifter and couldn’t hear what his mother had said.

Is there a problem mother?” He asked.

Don’t sass me!” He could hear the growl in her voice.

I’m not, just wondering why, you were calling. Is everything ok?” He told her. No one, and I mean no one, sassed his mother.

Your dad is wondering where you are at, your brothers are already here.” She said to him.

The meeting starts in two hours’ mom; I will be there in ten minutes.” He said.

Ok, I’ll tell your dad, and honey? Don’t bring your little friend to the meeting.” She said.

She hung up before he could say anything to that. He had not planned on taking her to the meeting, but he knew she would be thereafter. He would find her then.

He left Emily at her house and walked towards Jaspers, the bar, where they held their monthly meeting. His dad was the ceannaire, leader, of the clan Mac Ti`re. He liked to have a meeting before the run of the full moon, just to see everyone, and make sure all was going well. Not that he didn’t do that every day, but it got everyone in the clan together all in one place.

As he walked through the door of the bar, his wolf sat up and started whimpering, almost demanding to be let out. I know mac ti`re deartha`ir, (brother wolf), I smell her to. Speaking to his wolf, while scanning the room. There was a scent, barely there, but it was there, and it screamed mate.

He prowled into the room, ignoring even his mom and dad, who were trying to get his attention. He had to find his mate before any other shifter found her first.

He walked to the bar were the scent was stronger. Jasper, the bar’s owner, looked at Jarrott, he knew that look and he scowled. He sure didn’t want to do this tonight, he knew what was coming.

“Where is she?” Jarrot growled, his wolf close to the surface. He rounded the bar and headed for the door that led to the apartment’s over the bar. Jasper stepped in front of him.

“You know the back is off limits during the full moon chara, friend, I can’t let you back there.” Jasper said, putting his hands out to stop him. But he knew that wouldn’t stop him if he decided to go through him.

“Either get out of my way chara, or I will go through you.” Jarrot growled stalking towards him. “My mate is back there; I will go to her!” His eyes glowing amber.

“Not tonight you won’t, see her tomorrow.” Jasper said. His head bowed in accession.

Jarrott growled at him, a rumbling sound that could be heard all over the bar. His father and brothers, Dominic and Uilliam suddenly appeared at his side.

“What seems to be the problem mo mhac?” His dad asked quietly, in a calm voice.

“Jasper seems to think he is going to stop me from going through that door.” Jarrot’s guttural voice showed just how close his wolf was.

“You know there are non-shifter humans back there, we don’t go back there for their safety on this night.” His father replied in a hard voice, letting his authority seep through his voice.

“My mate is back there!” Jarrott growled. His brother Dominic put his hand on Jarrott’s shoulder, in a calming way, he was really close to challenging his father.

Jarrott tried to shake the hand off and his other brother, Uilliam, flanked his other side, putting his hand on his other shoulder.

“And she will be there tomorrow, the moon is riding you hard already, you would scare her.” His father growled back.

Jarrott, was straining against his brothers but as his dad’s words sunk in, he relaxed a little. He looked to Jasper as he pulled from his brothers and walked over to Jasper.

“I’m sorry chara, you are right to watch over her.” Jarrott said. He wouldn’t say ‘protect her’ because that was his job now.

“I will guard this door tonight.” Jarrott pointed to the door behind Jasper as his words gained no argument. Jasper looked to Jarrotts father, the ceannaire, at his nod, Jasper relaxed. He slapped Jarrot’s shoulder and blew out a breath.

“You had me worried for a minute.” He laughed, his voice still nervous. He pulled a bar stool over to the edge of the bar for Jarrott to sit, and watch the door. His brothers pulled up chairs and sat with him.

Their dad moved to the center of the room and started the meeting. But all Jarrott could think about was the girl upstairs. Was she curvy? What color were her eyes? Her hair? He couldn’t wait to tangle his fingers in it, he didn’t care what color it was. He motioned for Jasper to come to him.

“What is she like?” Jarrott asked him. Uilliam choked and coughed as he had just taken a drink of beer, he looked at Jarrott in astonishment. Jasper gulped and turned pale.

“Seriously, you want another man to tell you what he thinks of your mate?” He laughed out.

Jarrott scowled at the thought, he looked at Jasper and shook his head. “Sorry I asked. I wasn’t thinking, best keep those words to yourself.” Jarrott said in apology.

Chapter Two

Annah Kavanagh wondered what was going on down stairs, it sounded like a party. The owner of the bar, Jasper, told her to come upstairs and lock her door and not to open it for any reason or anybody. Sounded kind of sketchy, but Annah needed the job, so she would try to do as she was told.

Try being the operative word. She was a very curious person, and prone to trouble. Which was how she ended up in this small town, in Oklahoma, and on the run.

She heard this was just a quiet place, and there were even rumors of shifters in the area. She hoped so, she would love to meet one. But Hopefully no one would think to look for her here, she wouldn’t even think to look for her here, she figured she was good for a while.

A noise from down stairs brought her from her thoughts and she looked to her door again. Jasper ran her out before the bar got busy so she didn’t even see who was coming in. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just open her door a little and see if she could hear what was going on.

That’s how she found herself at the bottom of the stairs leaning against the door leading into the main room of the bar. It sounded noisy, but there was a lot of laughing so maybe it was a bachelor party. She turned the knob on the door and opened it a crack, just a little peek she thought. She looked out and her eyes met a startling pair of amber eyes, heat coursed through her body at his look. She shut the door quickly.

“Whew… I hope that wasn’t the groom.” She muttered to herself, feeling all hot and achy. She went and sat down on the bottom stair, she couldn’t bring herself to go back to her room yet.

Jarrot was waiting for her to open the door again, he knew she was waiting outside the door. He knew when she came down the stairs, his wolf could scent her, and he wanted out so he could get to her. Now.

“Easy mac tire. Soon. We will have her soon.” Jarrott said softly. His wolf prowling just under the surface of his skin.

“Was that pink hair I saw just now?” Dominic asked. Jarrott growled.

“Easy dearthair. I didn’t mean anything by it, I like pink hair.” Jarrott growled louder.

“Not her hair- There is nothing wrong with her hair I was just commenting on what I saw!” Dominic said, he held his hands up as Jarrott growled even louder. Damn his brother was touchy tonight.

“And don’t kill me, but I can smell her- I mean I can smell her desire. She needs to go back up those stairs, because I know I’m not the only one who can smell her.” Uilliam said, as he pointed to where other shifters had moved to the bar and were watching the door. Jarrott jumped up from his stool and rounded on the men.

“She is mine! Back the fuck off!” He roared. The shifters scattered from the bar. Jasper moved towards the door and Jarrott bolted over the bar, blocking it.

“Easy, I was just going to open the door and tell her to go back up the stairs.” Jasper said calmly, backing away from the man standing in front of him. Fur was starting to cover his arms, his face taking on the shape of his wolf.

“I’ll tell her; she is mine.” Jarrotts guttural voice growled.

His mother appeared beside him, putting a calming hand on his arm. She could always calm him; it was the mother bear in her. Literally. She was a bear shifter, calm and not easily riled as his dad and brothers, who were all wolves.

He had a little sister, Aisling, they were unsure what her sister animal would be yet, she wouldn’t have her first shift until she hit her first heat, which was usually around eighteen. She had five years to go before she shifted. For males, it was around sixteen or about.

“If you go in there and tell her to go back up the stairs in the condition you are in, you will frighten her.” She told him gently. “Calm my son or you will frighten my new daughter off before I even get to meet her.” she patted his arm before she moved back across the room to where his dad was sitting, just talking to some of the elders of the clan. Her magic had worked on him, he was back in control and ready to meet his mate.

When he opened the door, she jumped up, looking at him in a mixture of weariness and attraction.

“Are you the groom?” She blurted out. Jarrott looked confused. How could she possibly know, she wasn’t a shifter?

“Yes I am.” He answered, walking into the room and shutting the door behind him.

“Then shouldn’t you be out there?” She asked, disappointed.

“No, I should be here; I’ve come to take you back up the stairs.” He said as he moved towards her.

“You aren’t taking me anywhere; you should be back in there with your bride you pig!” She yelled at him, the room behind the closed door got quiet at her outburst. She really hoped no one heard her and an angry bride came running in the room.

“I’m not a pig, I’m a wolf.” He stammered. Was this woman crazy?

“Ha! Wolf in sheep’s clothing.” She retorted. He stalked up the stairs as she backed up them, he had enough of her crazy talk, she needed to get up those stairs now. Her anger mixed with her own sweet scent was intoxicating. And he knew every male on the other side of the door could smell it. Fuck.

She backed up the stairs as fast as she could, trying to get away from the angry man coming at her.

“I don’t have a bride waiting for me in the other room, I have a woman in front of me who is trying to make me crazy and one’s more than enough.” He said as he backed her all the way into her room. He stopped in the doorway, when he stopped she stopped. They just looked at each other. He suddenly reached out and cupped the back of her head, brought her face to his and tasted her lips.

“Mmm- just as I thought, sweet as a cream filled doughnut.” He murmured against her mouth. At his words, she jerked back her hand going to her mouth as she stared at him. Wonderful tingles taking over her body. She grabbed the door, he caught it just as she was about to slam it.

“Keep your ass in this room, don’t come back down stairs.” He said with a pointed look and closed the door quietly.

He was grinning as he walked back into the main room of the bar, everyone was looking at him in astonishment. He frowned and they found something new to look at. Except his family his brothers were smirking, his mother was beaming, and his dad was looking pleased. Damn they all heard.

His dad stood up and announced to the room that the run would start in thirty minutes, the anticipation went to fever pitch in the room.

The non-shifters had been allowed into the bar while he was upstairs and he seen Emily was among them. She came sideling up to him as soon as he regained his seat at the bar.

She leaned into him and her touch turned his stomach, there was only one women allowed to touch him now, and she was upstairs.

He pulled away from her touch. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, after all he did fuck her earlier today, but he had not found his mate then.

Emily not getting the reaction she wanted grabbed his face and kissed him. His brother Dominic started pushing him on his side as he reached up and grabbed her arms and pulled her back.

Annah prowled her room furious, how dare that man tell her what to do, after he kissed her. She growled low in her throat, she didn’t know if she was mad about him kissing her or the fact that she let him kiss her.

If she wanted to go back down those stairs he couldn’t do a thing to stop her. As a matter of fact, she would do that very thing. She went to the door and flung it open, she stomped down the stairs and went to the door and opened it, she could have sworn she felt a tear in her soul at the sight.

He was kissing another girl. She growled and catapulted herself across the bar, tackled the other women and took her to the floor. Jarrott grabbed her as his brother grabbed Emily. Annah tried to push away from Jarrott but he wouldn’t let her go. She turned on him in a ball of fury.

“You kiss me upstairs then come down here and start kissing this tramp! Is she your bride? Is she the reason for this party?” She screeched at him.

Emily gasped at the name she was called but, before she could say anything Uilliam picked her up and carried her out of the bar.

“She isn’t my bride, you crazy women! I told you to stay the fuck upstairs!” He snarled at her.

“Who are you to say what I can or can’t do? Do you even know who I am?” She yelled at him.

Mine!” He growled. “You are mine!” He took her mouth in a kiss, his wolf snarling at him, for her being in a room full of shifters on full moon unclaimed. He was about to change that. His dad was in front of him before he could set thoughts into action.

Mo mhac, you need to let your mother take your women upstairs. Go run and let your wolf calm down.” He said calmly. The wolf howled in protest, the man agreeing.

“I will take her.” He replied to his dad.

“No, you won’t, you will do as I say.” His dad said in a hard voice. His mother came up beside him and took Annah from him.

“Listen to your dad my son, he is right. Go calm down.” She said as she led Annah from the room.

As they reached her bedroom, Annah turned to Jarrott’s mother.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your son’s bachelor party, I would ask you to apologies to that women but I’m not really that kind.” She said as she wrung her hands nervously.

“Oh, my dear, please call me Ellan, and that was not Jarrotts bachelor party. That women isn’t anything to him.” She said smiling.

“She didn’t look like she was nothing sitting on his lap kissing him!” Annah said strongly. Realizing what she said and tried to correct herself.

“Not that it matters to me, he can kiss whoever he wants.” She said with a stubborn look on her face.

Ellan laughed outright. She took Annah in her arms and hugged her. She was going to be such a joy to the family. And all her luscious Pink hair, she couldn’t wait to go home and tell Aisling.

“If it’s not to forward, might I ask about the pink hair? It’s beautiful, I’ve never seen a shade like it.” She asked her. Annah pulled a strand out of the bun she had it in on top of her head, and wound it around her finger, making a funny face at it.

“It’s Miss Clairol, shade all wrong, trouble in a bottle.” She laughed. Ellan looked at her in confusion.

“My hair is actually a fiery red, but I decided a change was needed so I dyed it. This is what I got. It’s a brilliant lie; redheads just can’t go blonde.” She smirked, they both laughed. Then a noise from downstairs stopped their laughter. Ellan patted Annah as she hugged her.

“Well dear I’m sure Jarrott will be by shortly to explain it all, and I would like to invite you to dinner tomorrow night, dress casual. See you at seven.” She asked, but it really didn’t feel like she was asking, more like telling her to be there.

“Please stay up here and keep the door locked, there are a lot of men down there. And they sometimes get a little rowdy.” She said as she turned for the door and walked out.

Annah closed and locked the door. What a strange family, but she liked strange.

Down stairs Jarrott watched his mother lead Annah from the room, fighting the urge and the wolf to go after her. His dad clapped him on the back.

“She is in good hands, be at ease. Now let’s allow our wolves out to run.” He said as they walked out the door and towards the woods.

There was already a crowd, some in animal form and some in human when he got out there. Jarrot started stripping his cloths. He saw Emily in the crowd, but it looked like she was content with Uilliam and that was fine with him, he couldn’t deal with anymore drama right now.

He called to his wolf and felt the change take him. Before his dad even called start to the run he was already in the woods. He wouldn’t be looking for any females this run. He knew where the only one he wanted was, and with that thought his wolf circled back and headed for the bar. Jarrott knew he should try to stop him, but he didn’t want to, he wanted to go claim is mate.

Chapter Three

Staring out of the window, Annah watched Jarrott and his dad walk into the woods, she wondered what they were doing, but quickly decided she didn’t care and with that lie she decided to try and distract herself with a book.

After she read the same line, what seemed like fifteen times she knew it was no use, she couldn’t get him out of her head. She was in the middle of scolding herself about a man she didn’t know when she saw a very large dog come out of the woods and walk right up to the back of the building. She watched it set down almost under her window and look up at her. She opened her window to get a better look. The dog whined at her, she thought it might be hungry, a stray that comes begging for food regularly.

“Hold on boy, stay right there, I’ll come down. Now don’t move.” She said to the dog. She could swear the dog looked at her with a confused look, but she was sure that she was mistaken.

She hurried down the stairs and went to the kitchen to hunt up some food. She found some left over chicken and bread and swiped them up and headed for the back door. She opened the door and there sat the dog, a big damn dog. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, she thought and started to close the door when it let out a mournful whine. Oh, its hungry she thought and opened the door and stepped out on to the porch.

“Well it seems your used to this, aren’t you boy?” She laid the food down and reached out her hand to let the dog smell it, that was what you are supposed to do, so they can see that you are friendly. The dog looked at her hand then licked it from fingertip to wrist.

“Ugh… a simple sniff would have done.” She rubbed her hand on her pants.

“I’ve brought you some food.” She said as she tried to show him the food, he just kept sniffing her and crowding her till she fell on her butt.

“Ok, I get it, you just wanted company, maybe I should keep you. Do you think Jasper would let me keep you?” At the other man’s name, the dog growled.

“Ok well if you stick around until I get on my feet, with my own place, I will keep you, but for now, I have to get to bed, it has been one crazy day, love.” She said to the dog. After another stroke of his fur, she stood and made to go back in the door.

The dog, walked into her and pushed past her, walking into the building to the stairs, she shut the door and followed the dog trying to decide how she was going to get this big animal back outside.

“No, no you can’t come in here; you need to go back outside.” She cried. Trying to grab him as he walked up the stairs and straight to her room. She chased after him and as she got in her room she seen him laid up on her bed.

“Nope that is my spot, if you stay you sleep on the floor. And you are out, first thing in the morning. I can’t risk losing this job.” She told the dog. He just looked at her and scooted to the other side of the bed.

“That’s not the floor, oh what the hell, fine.” She said and locked the door and started to get undressed. The dog whined and seemed to watch her with penetrating eyes that glowed a rich amber.

“Well this is awkward; I don’t want to undress in front of a dog.” She said to it. The dog brought his head up at her words. He didn’t seem to like being called a dog, she thought her thoughts crazy.

She got her cloths together and walked into the bathroom to change. When she came out the dog, was still laying on the bed, but he had moved to watch the bathroom door. She shook her head at him and crawled into bed. Crazy day she thought as she fell asleep cuddled to a dog.

Jarrott waited until he knew she was deeply sleeping before shifting. Running his fingers over her face he couldn’t help but marvel at the miracle that made her his mate.

Leaning down to the curve of her jaw he ran his nose from her jaw to her neck, just scenting her. Stopping before he lost what little control he has, and settling down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. Telling himself he had to get up early and shift so he doesn’t frighten his mate.

She woke the next morning with a man in her bed. What the hell? She was being smothered, he was wrapped around her like a blanket.

She knew who it was without even looking at his face, but she looked anyway. Then wished he hadn’t, he was awake and looking at her.

“Good morning, mianach `alainn.” He whispered huskily, she jerked away but didn’t go far.

“What are you doing in my bed?” She asked.

“Watching you sleep.” He answered, like it was the most natural thing to do, wakening up in her bed.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” She whispered.

“I would be nowhere else.” He whispered back. She melted at those words.

He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She wrapped herself around him without thought or hesitation. He reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head. He broke the kiss to roll her under him, so he could look at her.

“I knew you were beautiful baby.” He said reverently. He sat up and pulled the covers off them both, she saw he was already naked, his thick shaft jutting out the juncture of his thighs.

She should make him get out of her bed and leave, but there was no way in hell that was happening. All she wanted was her lips wrapped around his cock, which was odd because she has never done that or even wanted to. With this man though, she wanted to do everything.

“Baby you keep looking at me like that and this will be over before it starts.” He growled and ripped her shorts and panties from her body, then dove his face into her. Pushing her thighs apart. “I’ve got to get a taste of this pussy.” He muttered as he parted her neither lips and started feasting.

As he pushed his face into her, all she could do was grasp his head and hold on and moan his name over and over again. He nipped her clit, with his sharp teeth, running his tongue down the seam of her pussy and thrust his tongue into her opening.

She went wild thrusting her hips into his face, begging for more, she was on the verge of having the best orgasm of her life. She could feel it building, knew it would take over her whole body, pulling it apart. It hit with the strength of a tsunami, wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her and she arched her back and screamed out her release.

His mate had showered him in her sweet cream, he lapped it up, loving her taste. His wolf wanted to bath in it, cover them in her scent. He gave on last lick and crawled up her body, settling between her legs, pushing her knees out, she felt a little pull in her thighs. He set the head of his dick at the entrance to her body then reached up and fisted her hair.

“You are mine, Minach `Alainn!” He said as he thrust in, stopping when he felt her body jerk. He looked down at her and seen the little flash of pain in her eyes.

“You should have told me!” He grated out, pissed because he hurt her, pissed because he was so lost in her scent and taste he didn’t take the care his mate needed. If he had paid attention to his senses he would have known she was innocent, would have taken better care with her.

“Why? Would you have stopped?” She asked, her voice husky with desire.

“No, but I would have been easier.” He growled and she just smiled at him.

He pulled back and thrust a little more of his cock into her, small shallow strokes until he was buried to the hilt. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size, he would not be causing his mate anymore discomfort.

He took her mouth in kiss, nipping he bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Her tongue came out to touch his lip, licking before dipping in to touch his before backing out. He groaned and covered her mouth with his and dove in, his tongue tangling with hers.

He felt her thrust her hips and knew she was ready and started gently thrusting his hips, holding back, he would not hurt his mate again. She was singing out her desire so he gave in and started a driving rhythm but angling his thrust so that he hit her clit with every downward thrust.

She was already whimpering at him to go faster and harder. Wrapping her legs around his hips and pushing up to meet his thrust. He gripped her hips, slamming into her, harder and faster, hitting bottom on every stroke. He could feel the tingling in his spine warning him he was getting close to coming. He reached down and started rubbing her clit. His balls where drawn up ready to explode, he could feel his teeth elongating, getting ready for the mating bite.

He pushed his wolf back. He still needed to tell her about that before mating them, explain how she was his forever.

She suddenly stiffened under him, screaming out her release. He could feel her pussy sucking at his cock and he let himself go, giving one last driving thrust and holding deep. His seed filling her up until it was running out, coating them both, mingling with hers, combining their scent, marking them both. He kept making shallow thrusts causing little aftershocks to zing her core.

He gently separated their bodies and lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight, like he was afraid she would try and get away from him. That was the last thing on her mind, all she could think about was how fan-fucking-tastic her first sexual experience had been. If she had known, it would be that good, she might have tried it sooner.

But then she had three very large over protective brothers that would never have let that happen. Matter of fact if they knew what was going on now with their friend shit would hit the fan. Jack was like a brother to them so there was no way in hell she was going to let them find out. She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt him pull her tighter.

“What’s got you so quiet baby?” He asked, as he kissed her softly on her head, not liking the look on her face.

“Nothing bad, I was thinking about my family.” She answered, she reached up and pushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, then smiled at him. He frowned at her, he knew she was lying, he could smell that and a little fear on her.

“You know I am supposed to have dinner at your parents’ house tonight, right?” She said, trying to distract his so he wouldn’t ask her anymore questions.

“I know, I’m the one taking you there.” He said with a laugh. “But I think we have time for more fun.” He whispered as he took her lips.

“You heard me say dinner, didn’t you? That is several hours away. We have time for more than just a little more fun.” She teased him.

“Oh baby, I have so much to show you.” And proceeded to do just that.

Hours later she was puttering around her apartment, Jarrott had been called to his parents’ house for some problem so she was on her own for a while.

Jarrott said he would be back to pick her up to take her to his parents for dinner, but she had a few hours before she had to get ready for that. She figured she would do a little exploring.

Jarrott told her he thought it would be best if she stayed in her room until he came back, but she took it as only a suggestion. Well actually that was a lie, he was really good at telling her what to do, she just wasn’t as good at listening to him. Her lips turned up in a half smile at her thoughts.

She decided to find Jasper to see when she had to work again, he didn’t tell her yesterday. She went into the main room of the bar and hunted him up.

“Hey Jasper, when do I take another shift? I’m going to the Masons for dinner then I will be free to work after.” She said. Jasper looked at her funny, like he would rather have looked anywhere but at her.

“You ok? I swear your eye is twitching.” She said as she looked at him.

“Have you talked to Jarrott about working here?” He asked her.

“Why would I talk to him about it? He isn’t my boss, you are. Are you going to let me work or not?” She asked huffily.

“If you want to work tonight and its ok with Jarrott I have no problem with it.” Jasper said to her.

She nodded her head at him and then went to the bar, she figured she would grab a small bite to eat, so she didn’t look like a lion taking down a gazelle tonight at Jarrott’s parents house. Man, she was hungry, she worked up an appetite this morning, just the thought of it had her soaking her panties.

Jasper looked over at her then out at the bar, a worried frown on his face. Annah paid him no attention, she was waiting to order some food, she was starving. She felt someone sidle up to her and figured it was the waitress.

“Hey Jenny; I think I will just have a club sandwich.” She said. She heard a funny noise coming from Jenny so she turned and found a strange man standing really close to her, and if she wasn’t mistaken he was smelling her. She didn’t think she smelt bad, she had showered before she came down.

“Can I help you?” She asked him, scooting back on her stool to get away from him.

“You smell so good, want to go fuck?” The man asked and made a move to grab her. She slapped his hand.

“Back the hell off! Do I look like I want to go fuck you?” She yelled at him. He made another grab for her and in the process knocked her off her stool, she landed with a hard thump on the floor. The man just lifted her up and headed for the door, she was hitting him on his back and screaming.

“Beau, you really need to put her down.” Jasper appeared in front of the man blocking the door. “She isn’t one to mess with.” Jasper said.

“Yeah, I’m not, I’ll kick your mother fucking ass.” She was screeching, still beating on his back with one hand and trying to pull his hair out with the other.

“She isn’t claimed; I can make her change her mind about wanting me.” The man said cockily.

“She is claimed; put her down.” Jasper replied in a steely voice.

“Claimed by who? She has no mark, and she doesn’t smell like she is claimed.” Beau growled, ready to battle anyone for her.

“She is Jarrott’s mate.” Jasper said flatly. At those words, the man dropped her to the floor with no warning. He was prepared to fight anyone but him or his family.

“Oomph…asshole!” Annah said from the floor, that she has met for the second time today.

“My apologies miss.” The man walked out of the bar quickly. Jasper helped Annah up off the floor.

“Maybe you should go on back up to your room for now Annah.” Jasper stated, and started leading her towards the door behind the bar. Annah dug in her heels and Jasper stopped to look at her, he seen the stubborn set of her chin and let out a breath. Damn.

“I’m not being sent to my room like I’ve done something wrong. I just wanted to get something to eat and that Neanderthal grabbed me.” Annah stated as she walked over to the bar and sat back down on her stool. Jasper walking beside her, staying between her and the rest of the room.

“Annah I think it would be best if you went on up to your room and I will send you some food, it’s not safe for you down here right now.” Jasper said with a hint of desperation. He knew he needed to get her out of here. It would be bad enough when Jarrott heard about Beau, he didn’t want anyone else to mess with her.

Annah looked around him and seen that almost every set of eyes in the room were on her. “Jasper why is everyone staring at me?” She whispered, as she starred right back.

“Stop starring at them and turn and face the bar!” Jasper ordered, them he physically turned her.

“They are staring because they can smell you, hell I can smell you!” He said harshly. Annah got a shocked look on her face and turned her head to her body and sniffed.

“I don’t fucking stink!” She yelled loudly, mortified and pissed he would say that to her.

“No, you don’t, minach `alainn, who has dared to say otherwise?” Jarrott said quietly, in a lethal voice, staring with hard eyes at the room. Then he smelled her.

“What the fuck are you doing down here smelling like that? And Who made you smell like that?” He roared. He picked her up off the stool and headed for the door behind the bar, Jasper was already there opening the door, with a relieved look on his face.

“Have all you people lost your damn minds?” Annah said, feeling like Alice when she went down the hole to crazy town.

He snarled at her and stomped up the stairs into her room. He tossed her on the bed and started pacing the room. His wolf was howling and tearing up his insides to get out and slaughter all the men downstairs who had smelled her. She sat up and watched him trying to get control, his hands clenching and unclenching into fist but she also noticed one thing, he was hot when he was mad. Damn there goes my panties again, she thought.

He turned to her, an incredulous look on his face. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked. She figured it was a rhetorical question, because she wasn’t doing anything but sitting on the bed.

“Do you realize I can smell you, and if I can then everyone in that room downstairs can to?” He growled.

Annah saw red, she was about tired of all these people telling her that she stunk. E-fucking-nough. She would go to hell if she sat and let him talk to her this way.

“Get out!” She said, pointing to the door. He stalked towards her.

“What the fuck you say to me?” He asked in a hard voice.

“I said get out. As in get the fuck out of my room, out of my sight, out of my life!” She told him.

He pounced, one giant leap across the room and he was on her. She yelped as he landed on her, and started ripping her clothes from her body.

“You don’t tell me to get out of your life!” He snarled, as he tore her shirt down the middle and flung it from her body, her bra followed. He shredded the rest of her clothes until she lay naked before him.

She tried to set up and, with one hand to her chest, he pushed her back down. As he pulled her legs apart, she tried to close them, he looked at her. His eyes a bright amber, there was a warning in them, and if she had been smart she would have heeded that warning.

She brought her hands up and pushed at him, trying to make him move but it was like pushing against a brick wall. He got up and got off the bed, and before she could move he was back, and had something in his hands. He grabbed both of her hands and held then in one hand as he dragged her up the bed, wrapped part of her torn shirt around first one wrist and then the other, then anchored them to the slats in the head board. He sat back and looked at her.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She stammered, pulling on the bands of shirt that held her. Nervous but turned on, him in all his growly glory was hot as fuck, she thought.

“Now your punishment.” At those softly growled words she froze. Surly she didn’t hear him correctly, he did not say punishment.

He pushed her thighs apart and climbed in between. She opened her mouth to blast him and it ended on a moan when his mouth found her clit. Damn if this is punishment she really needed to find out exactly what she had done, so she could keep doing it. She moaned and arched her back at the sensations he was causing.

He was nibbling and sucking on her clit, his hand was teasing her pussy, running up and down the seam, dipping his finger in and out, but not going in deep. She felt a sharp scrape against her clit. She could feel the orgasm building, and just as she was about to tumble over the edge he backed off.

“Why did you stop? Don’t stop I’m about to come!” She whimpered.

“Now, how would it be punishment if I let you come?” He said.

“W-wait. Punishment? I didn’t do anything!” She cried out.

“Oh, but you did. Do you realize everyone in that room could smell your desire?” He snarled. “You washed my scent off then went down there smelling of desire!” He growled, getting pissed off again.

“You’re crazy! There is no way anyone smelled me!” She argued, knowing she showered before going downstairs. There was no way she still smelled like sex.

“Who was you feeling desire for?” He asked, wanting to know who he was going to have to kill.

“Who the fuck you think asshole?” she snapped then whimpered when he started playing with her clit with his fingers.

“Answer me!” He demanded.

“You! You crazy asshole! Only you!” She moaned as he thrust two fingers into her sopping cunt.

“That’s right. Me. Only me.” He said as he started sucking on her clit again. She started thrashing on the bed, pulling at her bindings. He brought her to fever pitch again and pulled back. She screamed out her frustration.

“Now, about you telling me to leave? You don’t get to tell me to leave you. You are mine!” He growled and stood up to removed his cloths. Grabbed her by her hips and turned her onto her stomach and pulled her ass up in the air. He kneaded the plump globes of her ass, then ran one hand around her hip down to her soft dewy mound, to play with her clit.

He ran a finger down the ass crack of her ass until he found her little dark hole and pushed the tip of his finger in. She moaned and tried to push against his hand.

“You like that baby? I’ll have this to, I will own all of you.” He whispered that promise. She could feel the hard-turgid length of his cock against her ass.

At his words, she whimpered and pushed against it. She was on fire, she didn’t care where he put it, as long as his cock was in her somewhere.

“Not now, I want back in that sweet pussy.” He pulled his hips back and palmed his dick, stroking it, he rubbed the pre-come all over her ass. He liked seeing his seed on her.

He thrust two fingers into her testing her readiness, she was dripping, more than ready for him. He pulled back on her hips, her arms stretched out and her head was down on the bed. He leaned over her back and fisted her hair. He pushed the tip of his cock in, she was so tight, he pulled out and pushed back in a little more, she was keening and wiggling her hips. His hand tightened in her hair.

“Please…please…” she begged. He thrust into her, pushing half his cock into her. Her little pussy was squeezing him so hard like it was trying to keep him out. He pulled back and thrust the rest of his length into her. He held himself still at the entrance of her womb.

Leaning over her back and growled into her ear. “Who do you belong to minach `alainn?” When she didn’t answer he pulled out until the tip was just lodged into opening. “Answer me, or I’ll stop.” He warned making shallow thrust, just enough to tease her.

“Yours…I’m yours!” She sobbed out. He pulled his hips back and slammed into her.

“Forever! Mine forever!” He snarled as he powered into her.

“Y-yes forever!” She cried as he started ramming into her. She gripped the bands on her wrist and started pulling herself up with the force of his thrust to push back at him. The whole bed shook with his thrust.

He could feel his teeth elongating, getting ready to bite, he tried to pull control back, the wolf wanted his mate marked so everyone knew who she belonged to, he could smell the faint scent of another man on her and it was driving him crazy.

The slats that she was tied to broke and she threw herself back against him, pushing him so deep, he could feel the rubbery ring of her cervix snap around the head of his cock.

She screamed and he pushed further into her and started thrashing. Her orgasm causing her pussy to squeeze his cock, milking his cock, trying to get his release from him. He felt his balls draw up and a tingling in his spine, his seed shot from him in a rush, the pleasure so great he blacked out a little.

When he came back he was chanting the ancient words of his people; Ta tu` m`anam, mo neart, mo theaghlach, mo shoal go dti mo anail dheireanach, go deo mo chroi daor. He buried his teeth where her shoulder met her neck, fuck, his dad was going to have his ass. He knew the rules, knew she was supposed to be told before the bite, the mating. He pulled back and licked the wound, his saliva has healing agents to help it close faster.

She was lying flat on the bed, he was laying on her back, he was worried about squashing her so he hurriedly pulled himself up, gently withdrew from her body and turned her. Her eyes were closed.

“Baby, are you ok?” He asked her, worried he had been too rough with her.

“I can’t move my legs and I think you broke my pussy.” She whispered out, not opening her eyes. He laughed and kissed her head.

Chapter Four

He pulled her into his arms, stood up and walked into the bathroom. He needed to get her cleaned up and explain a few things to her. Fast.

He sat her down on the counter and started the shower, adjusting the water then gently picked her up and stepped into the shower with her.

“Baby I need you to stand up so I can wash you.” He said and he set her on her feet, keeping his arms around her to make sure she could stand, she wobbled but stayed upright. She didn’t open her eyes, she just leaned against the shower wall and let him wash her. She didn’t know what had happened in the bedroom just now, but she knew something had changed between them.

She loved when he got all growly, but she didn’t know what was going on with them. He said forever, but let’s face it, he had his cock buried in her pussy, which could be why he said it. She was going to say that’s the only reason she agreed, until he said something different.

He grabbed a wash cloth and started washing her, when he went between her legs she jerked, her clit still very sensitive, the rough texture causing arrows of pleasure to shoot through her body. When he made a second pass she grabbed his hand and pushed it into her pussy.

“My guess would be your pussy isn’t broken babe.” He laughed huskily, his cock going from semi-hard to full blown raging hard. He started stroking it as he used the wash cloth to tease her clit.

She growled at him trying to make him stop playing around and get to some serious orgasm giving. After all, the way she sees it, he owed her after that bullshit with the punishments.

She held up her wrist and the bits of shirt still hung there. She looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders refusing to apologies for them. He untied them and threw them down. He was sure he would be doing it again.

He dropped the cloth and started rubbing her clit, she widened her knees so he would have better access to her pussy. His fingers found her cunt and thrust in while he thumbed her clit, it didn’t take long till she felt the buildup of pleasure she knew would take her over.

She came screaming, her legs buckling, he held her up with an arm wrapped around her waist. He gently thrust into her till her tremors slowed down.

She felt his cock hard against her. She slipped from his arms and got to her knees, she looked up at him as she took his cock in her hands and started stroking him. He groaned and gathered her hair in his hands and pushed his hips toward her, she took him into her hot mouth, licking and sucking, this was the first time she had ever done this.

He murmured encouragement at her as she started sliding her mouth up and down his cock. He tried to pull her off him and she resisted, she wanted to taste him. He pulled her off and up into his arms and she wrapped her thighs around his waist as he guided his cock into her.

“Next time baby.” He said as he thrust into her. He turned and put her back to the shower wall and started thrusting hard into her. At this angle, he rubbed against her clit with every downward stroke, the sensation pushing her towards another mind-blowing orgasm.

She tightened her legs and raised herself up and down on him, he gripped her hips and helped her, it was hard, fast and intense. She felt the flutters in her stomach, the pleasure blossomed out and exploded and she cried out.

He felt his balls draw up and the tingle in his spine, he started slamming into her, pushing his chest into hers and holding her like he would never let her go. His release burst from him, he growled out loudly, and kept thrusting. The pleasure so great he once again blacked out.

When he came back to his senses to his teeth were once again buried in her shoulder. Fuck. He pulled off and licked the wound. Him and his wolf really needed to get on the same fucking page, but first he really needed to set her down and talk to her.

He gently withdrew from her, she was boneless, he looked at her and she was out. He held her as he washed her once again and himself, turned off the water and carried her from the shower. He dried her off then took her and laid her on the bed, laid down beside her and pulled the covers over them. He was going to talk to her. As soon as they woke up they were going to talk.

Annah slept for a little while, till her stomach woke her up. Damn she never did get to eat. She glared at the man lying beside her in the bed, it was all his fault. She briefly considered hitting him, then decided against it, he would wake up then she was sure she wouldn’t get to eat. Well not food anyway.

She eased out of the bed and looked for her cloths, she picked up her jeans and saw how they were shredded. Damn the man had anger issues she thought as she went to the closet to grab some different cloths, a dress and some flip-flops. She looked at the clock on the table by the bed and seen the time, crap. She was going to be late getting to the Masons if she didn’t get a move on.

She glared at the bed and decided to leave him there. It would serve him right to be late. She wrote him a note telling him so and slipped out the door. She ran into Jasper as she got to the bottom of the stairs, he gave her a funny look.

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