“Look in my eyes when you come for me, mate!” he demanded, roaring out.
I snapped my mouth open before the orgasm washed through me.
“Take from me,” he growled and tipped his head to the side as he continued to kiss and lick at my throat.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, hanging on as he plowed into me, my orgasm peaking and then cresting, throwing me over the edge at the same time I opened my mouth and struck his throat.
My fangs slid into his flesh seamlessly, easily; his rich, intoxicating blood bursting along my tongue and filling my mouth before sliding down my throat. I cried out against his skin, the sound muffled and filled with pleasure. And when he growled once more, his lips parting against my shoulder, I knew this was a moment where we would forever be tied.
His canines sunk into me as easily as a hot knife through butter, the mark he was giving me something that would heal over time but would forever be branded into my skin and into my very body.
We were latched together in one infinite circle.
My fangs in him.
His canines sunk into me.
His cock filling me up.
And when he gave a harsh grunt, refusing to relinquish his bite, I knew he was going over the edge and coming.
His thrusts started getting harder, faster. I knew he was bearing his peak. The sound of wet flesh slapping together mixed with the combined erotic noises leaving our mouths.
Once. Twice. And on the third powerful surge into me, Luca stilled and pumped me full of his seed. I felt the hot jets of his cum coating every single inch of me, spilling into my womb. It set off another powerful orgasm in me, and I cried out, finally letting go of his neck, my hunger satiated, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long. I was insatiable for this male. Would forever be starved for him.
Only him.
And it was only when I felt his body relax against the tree, when he pulled his canines out of my neck, that I rested my forehead on his shoulder. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t even think straight. I tried to slow my breathing, but it seemed an impossible feat.
He ran his tongue over his mark, lapping at the blood no doubt covering my flesh, using the properties in his saliva to speed up the healing process. I gave a weak moan, exhausted but happy beyond measure.
“You make me deliriously happy,” I thought I heard him murmur. “My perfect little mate.”
It was when I shifted slightly on his body that I felt how hard he still was. Despite his massive orgasm he’d just filled me with, Luca was still ready to go once more.
That had me pulling back and looking into his face with no doubt a drugged expression. I certainly felt high at that moment.
He looked... rapacious. For me.
He was voracious for me, and I was more than willing—and eager—to accept him into my body every single time.
But with that reality came another one. I was going to have to call my family sooner rather than later and let them know I wasn’t letting anyone come between Luca and me.
I was his. The same as he was now mine.
23
Lennox
We’d come back tae the estate from the airstrip an hour before, and nothing had been resolved, worked out, or plotted to try to get the Luca/Ainslee situation figured out. Mainly, the time had been spent with Adryan and Da butting heads, each one ultra-alpha and trying to take control of the situation.
The air was so thick in the room we’d congregated in that it was like hands around your throat. It was fucking uncomfortable.
Tavish and I stayed back. Watching. Listening. Knowing if we had to intervene between our Da and uncle, it would be a losing situation. They both were too hardheaded. Too powerful.
I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest, trying to focus on the fire, trying to tune out the conversation and commotion all around us.
My Da had called in the sentries that had been patrolling the grounds before shit hit the fan, but when nothing was being figured out fast enough for Da, he sent them away and went to pacing the length of the room.
Adryan and the cousins stood back, watching as if they thought this entire situation was humorous. I scrubbed a hand over my face, and when I let my arm fall to my side, Adryan was pushing off the wall and striding toward Mam.
“He’s got a fooking crazed look in his eyes,” Tavish said under his breath.
“What’s new?” I muttered.
Adryan looked like he had something up his sleeve.
Da kept pacing as Adryan pulled Mam to the side and started speaking with her too softly for even my supernatural hearing to pick up on.