Finding You Bk. 02: Paradigm Shift

Tabby was still shaking through tremors from her own climax when Marcus belted out a strangled curse, arched his hips up and drove his shaft into her with one final, brutal thrust. She cried out in pain as his cock collided with her cervix, but he was deaf to all but the roaring of his blood in his ears. His body went rigid beneath her and in the space of seconds that stretched into hours; Marcus thought that he was going to die.

Sound and sensation returned with jarring speed and all of the tension coiled in his body released with volcanic force, sending warm jets of semen shooting up inside her as his cock pulsed and jerked like an angry beast. His fingers slipped and shuddered in her ass and the wave of pleasure triggered another orgasm to rip through her, making Marcus utter a deep groan as her canal rippled and clenched around his sensitive cock.

"Jesus fucking Christ, angel." He growled, removing his fingers from her ass and wiping them on the bed sheet. "You're going to be the death of me!"

Tabby had collapsed onto his legs, her breasts squashed against his thighs such that Marcus could feel the hard nubs of her nipples pressing into his skin. She just panted for a few moments, barely moving, and then she started to giggle.

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"Something funny, angel?" he asked, his mind having a WTF moment. Marcus was definitely not used to women giggling after having mind-blowing, out of this galaxy type of sex with him.

"We're even then because your cock is probably going to be the death of me too, Sir," she laughed, giving her ass a pert wriggle and feeling him twitch inside her pussy.

He gave her ass a light slap, taking care not to spank her on the bruises he'd left earlier. "Cheeky." He rubbed his palms over the globes of her cheeks then circled her rear entrance with a fingertip. "With training, you will soon be able to take this cock into this tight little hole, angel. Does that scare you?

He felt her nodded against his legs. "Yes, Sir. It does, a little. Your cock is much thicker than your fingers and it hurt just taking two of them."

"Will you trust me to properly train you, angel, knowing that when I do fuck you here," he pressed against her asshole and the muscles quivered and flexed under his touch. "...the only thing you will feel is unimaginable pleasure?"

His mind completed the rest of the unspoken thought: and one day, you'll take both of us into your body, my sweet angel and your life will never be the same again.

She propped herself up on shaky arms and regarded him solemnly. "Yes, Marcus, I will trust you to train me. I want to learn to please you, Sir."

He pulled her up, turned her around and laid her across his chest, letting his softening cock slip from the warmth of her body. "That's my good girl," he said, kissing her soundly.

"Now, how about we get a few more hours of sleep, angel? I think I'm finally tired out!"

She snuggled into his neck and kissed him, feeling the rasp of his beard scratch her forehead. "Somehow I doubt that you'd ever be too tired to fuck, Sir. But I definitely need to rest before we go again," she yawned sleepily.

"A bit presumptuous to expect more, don't you think, my greedy little angel?" he chuckled, kissing her again.

"Yes, but not untrue. Good night, Sir."

Tabitha would be terrified if she knew just how close to the truth she was. Marcus intended to wear his cock out fucking this woman and then he'd still probably find a way to keep going. In fact, if he could have his way, he would keep her naked and leashed to his side for every minute of the day. It was going to kill him when he took her home in the morning. Even the thought of being separated from her, now that his cock had gotten a taste of her, make his gut churn with anxiety.

He would have to make sure that he found ways to bring her to him and Cooper, whether it be at the club or at his home, it didn't matter, so long as he had access to her. She was going to have to get used to having him inside her most of the time that they were together and once Cooper got involved, she'd be contending with both of them. He had a feeling that once his brother got a taste of her bit of heaven, he'd become just as addicted to Tabitha as he was.

As he fell asleep with Tabby's small body covering his, Marcus' last thought was that every time his cock entered her body, it was going to put another nail into his coffin until he found himself trapped inside that pine box.

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Tabby slept like the dead until warmth on her face woke her up. She opened her eyes to bright sunshine streaming into Marcus' bedroom from a bay window through a crack where the curtains didn't meet. At some point after falling asleep, she must have rolled off Marcus because she now lay on her side beside him. He was on his back, one arm thrown up over his head and was snoring soundly.

She smiled and felt herself blush, remembering what she had done with him the night before. Having him beside her, unconscious and naked, was the first opportunity that Tabby had to study his huge, gorgeous body. Every other occasion, she had been too distracted or facing away from him look at him beyond more than a few quick glimpses.

Curiosity piqued, she propped herself up on one arm and carefully pulled the sheet off him, exposing his broad chest and the rippled landscape of his abdomen.

She sucked in a sharp breath when the exquisitely detailed tattoo inked onto his chest slowly appeared. She'd only caught hints of it earlier and this was the first time she'd had a chance to see it in its entirety, or mostly, as portions of the scene disappeared around his sides, down past his waist and onto his back. The images depicted on his body were breathtakingly beautiful and disturbingly graphic at the same time.

From the point where the sheet lay, a huge black dragon with green belly scales seemed to be climbing the rungs of his ribs, covering most of Marcus' broad chest with his body. The artist had done such a detailed job that the torn flesh from the beast's claws digging into Marcus' body, was so vividly rendered that she could see muscle fibers and white bone amidst the gore of the simulated wounds. Mildly grossed out, Tabby shifted her eyes to the line of sharp spines that ran along the back of the creature. She lost sight of the trail where the tattoo disappeared under the sheet. She stared at the white cotton, debating if she should risk moving the sheet and chance waking him.

Cautiously, Tabby lifted the edge of the sheet to reveal more of the fantastical tattoo, amazed at how large the piece of artwork was. Raising the sheet revealed more than just Marcus' tattoo and Tabby found her attention suddenly diverted from continuing her appraisal of the ink.

Seeing it lying there, which even in its flaccid state was an impressive sight, Tabby couldn't help gawking with trepidation and curiosity at Marcus' inert cock. It looked so innocuous resting over his heavy sack but a burning heat blossomed in her core as memories flooded back at how much it had grown when he had been aroused and the exquisite damage he could inflict with it.

She tore her eyes away from his manhood, feeling like she was violating his privacy somehow. Shifting her attention back to the tattoo, her eyes resumed following the ridge of spikes along the dragon's tail. Here, part of the tattoo disappeared from her view as the tail of the beast wrapped around his left hip and reemerged, coiling around his left thigh, effectively anchoring the beast to Marcus. She held her palm over the wide, spade-shaped end of its tail and found that they were almost a perfect match in size.

She let the sheet drift lightly back onto Marcus's hips and he sighed in his sleep, startling Tabby. Curiosity overcame her fear of waking him and she moved her inspection to his upper body where the tattoo continued. The artist had inked the dragon in such a way that it looked three dimensional and Tabby had to blink several times to refocus her vision - for a moment, it had actually looked like there was a living beast clinging to his chest.

Riding on the back of the dragon was a figure of a brown haired woman in a white dress, a set of feathery wings folded against her back. She was resting her cheek on the tip of the beast's snout and cradling the sides of its massive head in her hands. Tabby had actually overlooked the woman because the dragon's wings furled around her, embracing her to his back and partially obscuring her. She would have to come back and study the figure better later, wanting to follow the path of the dragon's body first.

The beast's scaly, sinuous neck covered Marcus' left shoulder, and a paw with long talons embedded itself in the muscle of his bicep. The dragon wrapped around Marcus' neck, disappearing underneath of him. It reappeared over his right shoulder, bringing its reptilian head all the way around to slither across his collarbone. The giant head extended over his pectoral muscle and came to rest in reach of the mysterious angel.

A hemisphere of blue-green shone from beneath a hooded eyelid, regarding the woman with a familiar, sultry possession glowing in its depths. Tabby felt the power of that gaze spark something inside her and she shivered with an uncomfortable sense of recognition. Long, ivory fangs extended from a jagged slash of a mouth that could have easily consumed the angel, but instead, the dragon seemed almost drugged into somnolence, tamed by the woman's touch, an unmistakable yearning hiding in the shadows of its one visible eye.

The scene gave her a surreal déjà vu sensation that unsettled Tabby as much as it intrigued her. She moved closer to his chest, hoping to see more detail, but could only see the woman's face in profile. There was something about her small, delicate frame and flowing chestnut hair that gave Tabby the eerie sense that she was looking at a picture of herself.

It wasn't possible she chided herself. Tabby knew that she was just letting her imagination get away from her. The immense size and detail of that tattoo would have taken months, if not years to complete and she had only known Marcus for barely a month. Some sections of the ink had feathered and blurred, giving the colours a faded, blended look that tattoos tended to adopt as they aged. The visual evidence told Tabby that this tattoo had to be a least a few years old, yet the uncanny resemblance between her and the winged woman was just too striking to attribute to coincidence.

The diminutive image of the angel kept ahold of Tabby's gaze and she couldn't peel her eyes off her. She kept catching herself unconsciously reaching out her hand, wanting to touch her and see if she was as real as she appeared, only to pull her hand back just before she actually touched the image.

With her snow-white wings and gossamer dress, she practically glowed in the dark embrace of the dragon's wings. The colour of the dragon was rich and shone like polished ebony on Marcus' skin, extending out from where the glow from the angel's light touched its scales. It suddenly struck Tabby that it looked as if the beast was absorbing that light, feeding off it in some way, as he protected her from danger with his mighty bulk and massive wings.

One kept other captive by a symbiotic need for something that only the other could provide; a feeling that Tabby was beginning to feel with Marcus.

The powerful allure of the dragon called out to her and something deeply hidden in her secret heart, responded. A hum of electricity flowed into Tabby, making the hairs on her arms and neck prickle and stand; the hum turned into a bass rumble that reverberated into her bones, completing a circuit that now linked her to the beast etched onto the skin of her new lover.

She had seen the dragon and now the beast was letting her know that he had seen her too. A single word echoed in the far reaches of her mind and Tabby swallowed hard against the seductive pull she felt.

Mine.

The possessive way that the dragon held his wings around the woman and the gentle tenderness in his expression while she touched him, seemed to call to Tabby.

You're missing something important here! Pay attention!

Tabby scrutinized the scene with more intensity and realized with a shock of recognition that she knew this beast - rather intimately now. She'd seen glimpses of the barely restrained fury and desperate passion in Marcus' own eyes and had personally experienced the heart-rending tenderness and consuming need every time he'd touched her. As impossible as it sounded, somehow the artist-rendered dragon and the flesh and blood man were the same, somehow bonded together through ink injected into living skin.

Did Marcus know what the dragon would come to represent when he had originally had the tattoo done? Tabby suspected that the hands of fate had intervened, leading him to the beast that would not only represent his warrior's soul but had become a familiar instead of just a mere symbol decorating his body.

He insisted on calling her his angel and now having seen his tattoo, she thought she understood why.

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Marcus' alter ego, depicted on his flesh, gave Tabby insight into the dark intensity and fierce possessiveness that had attracted and frightened her when she had first met Marcus. That he was all alpha male, dominant and confident, there could be no doubt, but there was always a degree of edginess that ran just beneath his calm surface - a dangerous, volatile energy, composed of raw lust and power that had caught her in his gravitational field.

She had witnessed the battle he had fought not to give in to the dark abandon that pulled at him, had felt it in her most private place when he'd been inside her, slaking his need in her body. She had also felt the wild release in his body when he had finally succumbed to that pressing need. As much as she feared that aspect of Marcus' personality, Tabby found herself craving the beast inside the man as much as she desired his gentle side.

Marcus was a man that loved hard and true and would fight to the bloody end to protect what he deemed his. However, even Superman had his kryptonite and the more Tabby pondered the image of the angel perched on the back of that dragon, the more she feared that she would become Marcus' weakness.

She glanced up and flinched when her eyes locked with Marcus' intense blue-green stare blazing back at her from under sleepy, half-lidded eyes, so like the eye of the dragon on his chest that Tabby felt a frisson of arousal zing through her with a shiver.

"I'm...sorry," she babbled, embarrassment turning her cheeks a bright pink, easing away from him.

She didn't get far. Marcus stopped her by grasping her wrist and bringing her palm down onto the figure of the woman, pressing her hand to his warm skin. Confused, Tabby stared at the back of her hand and thought she could feel movement under her palm. It took her a second to figure out what it was that she was feeling, but once she did, she sucked in a surprised breath.

"Oh!" she exclaimed softly, amazed that she hadn't noticed the correlation sooner. There was indeed movement under her palm, but it wasn't the phantom angel coming to life, it was the strong, steady thud of Marcus' relentless heart beating hard against the inside wall of his chest. She looked back at Marcus to see him smiling introspectively at her.

"She commands both of our hearts, my sweet angel," he whispered and pulled her up to meet his lips. "Good morning, little one. How did you sleep?"

Tabby blushed. "Very well, Sir. I'm...I'm sorry."

Marcus' brows knit together in confusion. "For what?" He thought he knew what she was apologizing for, but he wanted to hear her admit to it.

Her pretty face turned an even brighter shade of pink and she dropped her gaze. "For staring at you...while you were sleeping. I just wanted to see your tattoo."

He laughed and hugged her to him, brushing back a stray lock of hair off her forehead and planting his lips onto the spot. "Oh love, if you only knew how much I adore having your eyes on me. You have my permission to stare, ogle and lust to your heart's content." He tilted her chin up so that he could see her face and his voice grew husky. "Tell me, angel, did you like what you saw?"

She tried to look away, but Marcus held her chin, preventing her deflection. "Yes," she nodded. "It's incredible." Her finger traced the outline of the dragon's wedge shaped head, leaving sizzling trails on the skin around Marcus' nipple.

"Was it only the tattoo that caught your eye?" he smirked knowingly at her and the emerald green of her eyes darkened with lust as she flushed in embarrassment. He'd never noticed the deep blue that crept into her irises when she was turned on, it was an interesting bit of information that would help Marcus learn how to read his new submissive's moods.

Tabby had thought she'd been careful, but now she knew that he'd been surreptitiously watching her the entire time. "You saw?" she whispered and dropped her gaze to focus on his dragon tattoo.

He nodded. "I think I would be able to feel your eyes on me even when I'm dead, beautiful." Her guilt only seemed to make her vulnerable and his beast responded, sensing a weakness in his prey that he could exploit. His cock swelled under the sheet and he growled deep in his chest as burning desire flowed into his nether region and took up residence in his stiffening shaft.

The light touches from her fingertips on his tattoo were driving him crazy and it was taking all his self-control to hold still and feign a calm his beast was not about to let him enjoy. Marcus may have liked having her eyes on him, but his inner beast absolutely, fucking loved having her hands on him and wanted her touch to move further down. The strain of resisting caused tiny beads of sweat to dampen Marcus forehead and he had to squeeze his eyelids shut in an attempt to ward off the throbbing pressure building in his skull. Combining that with the growing pressure in his cock, Marcus was fighting a losing battle on two fronts.

Thankfully, for him, Tabby was oblivious to his growing arousal, too intent on his tattoo to notice the sheet lifting as his cock stood to attention.

The rumble Marcus was making sent a thrill rushing to her core and Tabby shivered as nerves began sending off a flurry of pleasurable impulses to her brain. She felt herself grow wet and her muscles loosened as her body responded on a primal level to Marcus' arousal.

"I'm hungry, angel," Marcus said, staring at her in that all-consuming way a wolf would regard a cornered rabbit.

Before she had a chance to react, Marcus flipped her over and had her pinned onto her back, his huge body forming a cage made of muscle and bone holding her captive beneath him. He lowered his head and kissed her roughly, parting her lips and probing into her mouth with his tongue. He stole her breath and gave her his while he explored and sucked at her mouth.

When he'd taken his fill, he lifted from her and had to admire her deep red, kiss-swollen lips. Her irises had turned a deep blue and locked onto him, making her irresistibly sexy as she waited to see what he was going to do to her next. He wouldn't keep her in suspense for long, besides which, Marcus was eager to claim his prize and wasn't in the mood to wait either. Giving her an evil grin that sent a visible shudder racing over her skin, he slid down her body, licking a path along her curves as he went.

Parting her legs, Tabby held her breath, quivering at the greedy way Marcus' dark eyes roved over her exposed pussy, reminding her of a starving man staring at a feast. He licked his lips and dove down, covering her entire core with his hot mouth, making Tabby yelp in surprise. That yelp quickly became a primal moan as his tongue delved between the folds of her labia and found her entrance. He swirled his tongue around her opening before plunging inside, fucking her with his tongue until she was squirming so much that he had to hold her down with a hand pressed to her stomach to keep her in place.