Taming the Beast

Encouraged, I slid my hand back along his length, increasing my grip. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” he bit out, his hips thrusting forward.

I experimented, adjusting my grip and speed until his eyes rolled back in his head and his stomach clenched with every flick of my wrist. I had him exactly where I wanted him. Under my—

Oomph. My back hit the mattress, my ass bouncing high in the air. Strong hands cleaved my thighs apart, shoulders bracing them there, then his hot—really hot—wet tongue licked straight through my core, tracing each slippery fold and lapping at my center. My fingers dug into the bed, clawing at the comforter as he tortured me relentlessly, his dark hair flopping forward and hiding his face from view, shielding his intentions until all I could do was feel.

His hands slid around to my ass, lifting me up and holding me open like an all you can eat buffet, the noises ripping from his chest leaving no doubt in my mind that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

Well, maybe not quite as much, I amended, as a shudder worked its way up my spine, crashing into me with the force of a hurricane and leaving me gasping in its wake. A taste of the real event, I discovered, as a wave of pleasure rippled through me, curling my toes and arching my spine, gibberish falling from my lips and coloring the air with screams.

He lifted his head, the cocky expression I’d expected after such a performance absent, and in its place raw, naked hunger that drove his earlier words home. He licked his lips. “You taste like tart cherries. I want more.” His head dipped.

I grabbed a chunk of his hair, giving it a yank. If he went down on me again I would probably pass out, and I was too eager for the main event to even consider it right now. “Later.”

He was kneeling between my legs before I’d even drawn breath, his cock teasing my slick opening with feather light glances. Large hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. “You sure? Because once I’ve made you mine, there’s no going back. I’m a selfish bastard.”

“You’ll be mine too.”

“I’m taking that as a yes please, fuck me, Bastian,” he decided, sliding his thick length inside me with one smooth stroke of his hips, not pausing until his pelvic bone bumped against mine. A hiss fell from his lips, his jaw clenched in sweet agony. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he half mocked.

But he was right. The moment he’d entered me, stretching me wide and filling me completely, I’d forgotten everything. How to breathe, how to think, how to … see? Everything! I wasn’t even making sense in my head!

I sucked in a deep breath, grounding myself in the moment, letting every detail sink in: how the scratch of hair on his thighs brushed against me as he rocked back and forth, and the tiny twist to his mouth as he bit the inside of his cheek. The unbelievable feel of him sliding back and forth inside me, brushing against nerve endings I never knew I had. The smell of the fabric softener from the comforter below me tangling with his raw, masculine scent, puffing up in clouds invisible to the naked eye.

The bed creaked beneath our weight and the power of his thighs as he quickened the pace, thrusting into me with a wild glint to his eye. His thumbs stroked tender circles around my hip bones, at odds with the way his nails dug into my behind, imprinting himself in my skin.

Hoarse sounds filled the air, along with soft cries as he drove himself harder inside me, faster, loosing all finesse as his body demanded one thing of him. To join us as one.

Heat rolled inside me, stretching my bones in that tingly-good way that signaled my impending launch to the stars.

Bending at the waist, his mouth sealed against mine with an urgent fervor that I matched, our tongues lashing out in a teeth bashing, skin slicked tangle of a kiss that needed no soft words to help translate.

My hands slid up his back, hugging him to me, fingers clawing and hips bucking to meet him stroke for stroke as I stole his breath, and he stole mine.

Breaking free, he locked his eyes with mine, his swirling with silver heat. “You’ve made me whole again, Faye, my true mate. I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. How much I love you. You won’t regret choosing me.” Without warning, he ducked his head, sliding his teeth into the base of my throat.

Pleasure rolled over the sharp pain, blotting it from my memory.

Rearing back, his back arched as he shuddered, cursing under his breath, but his hips never slowed. They sped up, plunging back and forth, pushing me higher.

“What was that?” I gasped out.

“The true mate bond—soul to soul. My part, anyway.”

It sounded … magical. And I wanted to be bonded to this man, I’d never been so sure of anything before in my life. “What do I do?”

“Tell me how you feel and claim me as your mate.”

“That’s it? No…” I mimicked biting, gnashing my teeth together.

Deep laughter erupted from him, but it didn’t dislodge the strain lines that stretched out from his mouth. “No biting needed, my love.”

Phew. Though I’d have done it for him. Probably. I cleared my throat, the feel of his cock still plunging inside me throwing off my game. “I love you and you’re my mate,” I blurted out as the orgasm appeared out of nowhere, throwing me straight past the stars and into oblivion. Heat hit me in the chest, the soul bond carving a spot in my heart as emotions poured into me, his, mine, ours, they were one, sending me even higher, not letting me drift back down, another wave crashing over me again and again until my vision blurred and my body was weak with spasms.

He thrust harder, a roar tearing its way out of his chest, his hips jerking and thighs trembling as he reached his own climax, freezing as he found his completion deep inside me.

Collapsing to the side, he dragged me against his chest, smoothing my now wild curls away from my face with a trembling hand.