Because nothing and no one would ever compare to her.
With that thought I plunged back in hard and deep and fast, not giving her body time to adjust to the penetration.
I forced my thick dick into her, tunneling it in and out, holding on to her hips to keep her steady because she was moving forward from my primal fucking.
Feral sounds reverberated out of my chest and surrounded us, and I knew I wasn’t going to last.
I was going to come and fill her with so much of my seed it would seep from her little pussy when I pulled out.
She tipped her head back, her hair falling over one shoulder. I could smell how close she was, her orgasm, this saccharine scent that made me feel drunk.
With a hand between her thighs and my fingers rubbing her clit, I waited until she started to convulse, her pussy clamping down and milking my cock for my cum.
Only then did I bare my teeth and lean forward to sink my fangs into the column of her throat, pushing them in deep, knowing it hurt her but also sensing how much her orgasm rose because of it.
And with my mouth latched to her neck, I came in hard, thick, pulsating jets, filling up her womb. The only thought in my head was getting her pregnant.
I wanted to watch her grow big and round with my baby. I wanted to keep her close and protect her, to provide for her so she never had to worry about anything.
I wanted to fucking kill anyone who even thought about Ada.
And I fucking would. Because she was the only thing I cared about. She was my priority.
I came. And came. And came. Unable to stop myself, my first real orgasm seizing up my entire body so I wasn’t able to function aside from letting the pleasure take control of me.
It was when I was finally sated that my body fell forward on its own. I was mindful enough to slam my hands down on the dirt on either side of her body, caging her in as we both caught our breath.
I lifted my head just slightly so that I could see the expanse of her back. Her alabaster skin sported scratches and bite marks, hickeys and smeared blood. I stared at the scars along her shoulder blades and found myself leaning forward and dragging my tongue over them before kissing her gently. I wanted her to know that even if I was a brutal bastard when I fucked my mate, she was the most precious thing to me. She was my everything. And a bastard like me would need to prove to her every single day how worthy I was to have her as my mate.
I kissed the center of her back once more before rising and reaching around to grab her chin. I turned her head so she was forced to look at me.
I pierced my tongue with one of my fangs, tasting the blood that coated the inside of my mouth before I leaned in and kissed her, making her take the very essence of me inside of her body.
When I broke the kiss, she leaned in as if she wanted more, her gaze heavy.
“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” I gave her one more kiss, my lips rubbing back and forth against hers, the blood being painted along her cheeks and chin.
“Gods,” she whispered. “What did you do to me?” She laughed softly.
“I made you mine, sweetheart. Now say it.” The scent of our body fluids coexisting as one caused my softening cock to jerk inside of her and get hard all over again.
She squirmed beneath me, and I clamped my hand flat on her belly to keep her still.
“Fucking say it.” It was a demand. I wouldn’t let her go until she admitted it.
It took her long seconds before she responded. She didn’t need to say the words to seal her fate to me, but I still wanted to hear them whispered from her lips.
“I’m yours, Sebastian.”
Yeah, she fucking was.
Chapter
Twelve
Ada
I was sore everywhere, and I felt the combined fluids of what we’d just done smeared between my inner thighs.
My body ached, my flesh covered in bite marks and scratches.
It should have horrified me. Instead it made me feel a certain kind of way, one that had me aroused all over again.
Sebastian had made us a little pallet and had me draped over his chest and fed me from his hand, making sure I’d had enough to eat and drink before he allowed himself sustenance.
We’d stayed like that for so long I’d dozed off, only to be woken up by him gently giving my face kisses.
“It’s nightfall,” he’d whispered and kissed me long and slow and thoroughly. “As much as I want to stay here and hold you, hell, fuck you a few more times, my mate needs actual sustenance. You can’t live off protein bars.” He’d kissed me soundly, murmured he needed to hunt something down for me, and off we went.