A Touch of Moonlight (Love Bitten)

“What if I want little Liams?” she asked with a cheeky smile.

“I’ll keep trying until we have plenty of both,” I told her with a wink. “Starting tonight, I’m going to fill you with my come every chance I get until you’re breeding.”

“Okay,” she breathed. Her eyes glistened, and I frowned at the gathering moisture.

“Is something wrong with that plan? Because—”

“No!” Amaia cupped my cheeks and smiled tenderly. “They’re happy tears. I-I had no idea I could ever be this happy.”

I sighed with relief and matched her expression. “Neither did I, my love. But it’s about to get even better.”

Sitting back on my heels, I clenched my jaw against the onslaught of desire as I pulled the ends of the bow on her top and released her gorgeous breasts. “So fucking gorgeous.” I cupped the ample globes and rubbed my thumbs over the sensitive tips. Amaia moaned and pressed her chest deeper into my hands.

I was fast approaching the end of my rope, and ancient magic swirled around the room, fluttering the curtain and making the flames on the candles flicker. Linking our fingers, I pulled her up into a sitting position and kissed her deeply. When I ended it, I released one hand and tipped her chin with a finger so her head was nearly all the way back, and she was looking directly into my eyes.

“Amaia Greene, do you accept my claim on you?”

Her violet eyes were bright with love when she answered, “Yes, Liam Bancroft. I accept your claim on me, body, heart, and soul.”

I squeezed my eyelids shut for a moment, savoring her words as my heart overflowed with love and gratitude. Amaia was more than I could have ever dreamed of as a mate for me, and she was giving herself to me forever.

Once again staring into her purple orbs, I moved forward in the ceremony. “You’re prepared to be mine from now until the end of time?”

“And beyond, my love,” she said softly, her voice trembling as she cupped one of my cheeks with her palm.

My arousal was eating away at me, and as Amaia pledged herself, I scented hers growing, and it nearly snapped my restraint. However, I was a tiny bit hesitant about what came next, I didn’t know how far Everleigh had gone in her explanation.

Before I could voice my concern, Amaia nodded reassuringly. “Keep going. I’m ready.”

The mating instinct took over, and the need to possess, to dominate my sweet consort consumed me. “To cement our mating bond, you must trust me unequivocally. Are you prepared to demonstrate the depth of your faith in me?” My tone was threaded with steel. If she agreed to this last demand, she would be at my mercy while I was ruled by my base urges, a wild and animalistic part of me that needed to bite, to mark, to fuck, to own. To fully claim Amaia.

“You are all I will ever want, Liam. Every part of you,” she replied, her gaze sincere and...excited. “Take what you need from me. My faith in you is unshakeable.”

“Fuck,” I grunted as the last shreds of my sanity snapped. “Mine.”

I took her mouth in a savage kiss, plundering and tasting as I guided her back down to the mattress. Gliding my hands down her arms, I circled her wrists and slowly raised them over her head.

Tearing myself from her lips, I panted from the effort to keep from coming right that second. Fuck, what this woman did to me. But she would come many times before I filled her with my seed.

At my command, the soft blue ties wound their way around her hands until she was securely shackled to the headboard.

My eyes swept over her curvy body, and I growled when I saw the barrier still covering her pussy. With one strong yank, I ripped away the lacy gusset of her panties. “Perfect,” I rumbled. “So pink and wet.” I drew a finger up her slit, and it came away dripping with her nectar. “Is this for me?” I asked before sucking the digit clean. I knew she couldn’t desire another, but for some reason, I was still desperate to hear her say the words.

“Yesss,” she moaned when I dipped my finger into her channel, testing how tight she was. “All for you. Only you.”

“Damn straight,” I grunted. I slid my hands beneath her and untied the bow to the sash at her hips, tossing it away. Gliding underneath her again, I palmed her ass cheeks and squeezed them while playing at the tight hole in the back with the tip of my finger.

Amaia gasped and tensed, but I sensed curiosity. “Another time, perhaps,” I told her while my hands traveled down her shapely legs and grasped her ankles. Raising them up, I kissed each one before pushing them forward until her feet were nearly at her head. The position offered up her pussy to me on a platter. I scooted my knees under her back to help support her and lift her center even more. Leaning forward, I parted her lips with my thumbs and licked up her slit from bottom to top.