Samantha

Dean crossed the distance between us in a heartbeat. He pulled me against him, lips crashing into mine. His tongue sought entry for a seductive dance.

Before I knew it, Dean spun us around and got me trapped between his body and the door.

It was a trap I didn't want to escape from.

I let my hands explore the hard lines of his chest the way I'd dreamed of doing ever since I'd seen him shirtless for the first time. He was so toned it should be illegal, and the aroma of his skin was enough by itself to make me dizzy with lust.

Dean's hungry little noises at my touch seemed to have a direct line to my clit. At this rate, I would come before I had even gotten a look under the blue towel. My fingers went for the flimsy knot.

Dean caught my hands to stop me. "No peaking at the goods yet," he said through a naughty smile.

Then he spun me around, this time to get me to face the wall. He positioned my hands over my head, palms on the wooden surface.

"You know what happens next, sweetie?" he said in my ear, his body caging me in. "I'm going to frisk you."

I bit my lip and nodded. What he was suggesting was... mmm...

"Spread your legs for me, Samantha. I must make sure you're not armed. Just dangerous."

How he could still talk and crack jokes was beyond me. I was capable only of gasping and moaning as his hands roamed my body first with my dress on and then without.

My bra disappeared to allow for a 'thorough check for weapons' underneath. Only after he had teased my nipples into stiff little buds did Dean slide my panties down my legs.

I should be shy about suddenly being so exposed to his gaze, but I was too desperate for his touch to care.

When that touch didn't come, I looked over my shoulder. Was he taking the darn tower off already?

Unfortunately no. Dean was too busy devouring me with his gaze. Catching me looking at him, he smiled sheepishly. "I love well-shaped booties. And yours, sweetie, deserves to be worshiped."

He knelt behind me.

"Dean, what–Ahhh!"

My knees nearly buckled at the long lick he delivered between my legs.

He hummed appreciatively. "A sweetie indeed."

Then he began alternating between licks along my slit and teasing bites at my butt cheeks. He also stabbed my pussy with his tongue periodically for good measure. I was a dish spread out for his pleasure and he clearly intended to eat his fill.

He also clearly intended to kill me with his foreplay.

"Dean!" I cried out as the tip of his tongue reached my clit.

"Just a little more exploring..." His tongue delved between my folds again and I dug my claws in the wooden door to keep myself upright. "I need to know my way around for what comes next."

What came next was me.

"Dean!!" I screamed as he sucked on my engorged nub, triggering my climax.

My legs gave out.

Dean caught me around the waist before my butt could hit the floor.

"Hell, Dean..." I mumbled, trying to catch my breath.

He chuckled and nipped my shoulder.

The mating mark! Was he going to place it now while I was still on cloud nine?

As if he'd read my mind, he said, "You ready to be marked, sweetie? Because if not, we must stop immediately, before I completely lose my wits."

"I'm ready." I had known what I was getting myself into when I had chosen to stay.

As Dean had once said, resistance was futile. I had done my best to resist but now it was time to face the music. The other way lay madness, as my behavior from earlier tonight had shown. Heartbreak, too. As for what lay ahead... There was only one way to find out.

"I want your mark, Dean," I told my fated mate. "Do it."

He shuddered against me. "Hot damn, Samantha, when you say it like that... But no, not yet." He started walking backwards, bringing me along with him. "I'll be deep inside you when I mark you as mine."

Boy did I like the sound of that!

As soon as we reached the bed, Dean sat on the edge and brought me down with him. It was the same position from our previous sexy time together, with one crucial difference: we were both naked.

At some point during our progress towards the bed, Dean had ditched the towel. So when I ended up in his lap, there was nothing between us but our hot skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, was pressed against the cleft of my butt.

Dean lifted me with an arm around my waist, his other hand fisting his length to guide it to my center.

I pushed his hand away and took hold of 'the goods'.

At last!

His cock wasn't very thick but was so long I bit my lip. Could I take the whole of him inside me?

"We'll go slow initially," Dean assured me since I had paused with the tip of him at my entrance.

I turned to the side and gave him a kiss. He nipped at my bottom lip.

Okay, enough torturing us both.

I gasped at the sensation of his pulsing shaft sliding between my folds. I was so wet he slipped right in and in no time I had Dean balls deep inside me.

At. Last.

"Damn, sweetie," he groaned, "you feel so good."

Dean took over after that. With his arm around my waist and his hand on my breast, he made sure I met each of his thrusts, slow at first and then faster and harder. He was bouncing me on his long cock, reaching deeper inside me than anyone ever had, all the while his fingers were playing with my aching nipple.

I could only make sounds too primitive for words and hold on for the ride. When his hand slid down my body to go tease my clit, I reached back to dig my fingers in his hair. I guided his head to my neck: if he wanted to mark me as I splintered apart, he had to be ready because I was darn close.

My walls rippled around his cock as he moved me up and down his hot length. Up and down, up and down, his thumb pressing on my pleasure center – I was done for. My mouth opened on a silent scream as I was about to crest–

Suddenly, Dean slowed down his thrusts. "Damn it!" he exclaimed in clear exasperation. Then called, "Come! Now before I lose it!"

Come? How the hell was I supposed to when he had stopped thumbing my clit and had lost the perfect rhythm in the very last second?

"Dean, why in the world did you–"

The bedroom door opened.

The words died on my tongue and my eyes nearly popped out of my head.

There, standing at the door, was Sebastian.

His gaze locked on me and Dean.

He walked in.