She panted as he increased his pace, filling her completely. His teeth scraped over her shoulder, and her pussy clenched around his rock hard shaft, quivering in arousal.
"Please … please … " she begged. So close to coming, she skated on the edge. Her tongue darted over his delicious skin, kissing her mark.
"Always mine, Kai. My lover. My mate … Forever," he promised.
Kai screamed his name at the twinge of his bite on her neck. Her beast roared, accepting her mate and she sunk her fangs into his soft flesh. He pounded inside of her, his potent blood running down her throat. The power of her Alpha sizzled throughout every cell in her body, hurling her into a delirious oblivion of pleasure. His power twisted through her veins as the hottest orgasm of her life tore through her, leaving her shaking in its wake.
"My Alpha," she breathed, licking her lips, as he thrust into her one last time. I love you, my little pixiu. Kai closed her eyes, immersed in the sensation of his love. Alone for so long, she'd been blessed by the Goddess with an incredible man, a wolf who'd forever love her. My Alpha.
I love you, he heard her whisper. Buried deep inside Kai, Jake claimed his mate. Her golden blood rushed down his throat, infusing him with the mystical fortune she'd collected over a lifetime. Like a tsunami, her energy smashed over him, their souls entwined forever.
Luck. Serendipity. Destiny. For over a hundred years, he'd thought he'd known his place in life, yet his rise to Alpha had been an unexpected fate he'd perhaps not have chosen without the push from his fierce pixiu. Kai had taken him on a dangerous adventure, one that led him to claim both his mate and his pack.
Jake glanced to the breathtaking sunset, knowing that for the rest of his life, he'd happily lead Anzober Wolves as their Alpha. As he brought Kai into his embrace and her soft lips brushed his chest, his heart bloomed with love. Kai's body fit perfectly within his arms, her palm resting on his chest. Their hearts beat in rhythm as they celebrated their newfound mating. Jake knew in that moment that home wasn't a place. Home was a state of mind and he'd always be there, leading his wolves with Kai by his side.
Epilogue
As Quintus lay immobile on the cold slab of concrete, his mind spun, recalling his living nightmare. It had been seven days since the battle. Seven days since he'd last materialized. Seven days since he'd been poisoned, seen the light of day. How the hell he'd ended up in New Orleans, he couldn't be certain, but he suspected his bond with the Alpha had flashed him to the Big Easy when he'd rescued Cassandra. He'd managed to get her to St. Mary's, dropping her off in the dead of night at the emergency room exit.
Unable to manage a second transformation, he'd stumbled several blocks before finding his way into a blood bar. The seedy establishment had been long forbidden by Kade. Within the walls of the underground microcosm, killers roamed, cloaked within the safety of darkness. Rarely did the vampires of this type venture into sunlight, only leaving to feed when necessary. More often they employed donors or paid a steep price to drink imported blood.
Quintus blinked, his gut burning with the demon essence. It'd been days since he'd last fed. Although the barkeep had insisted he feed from a virgin donor, Quintus had been unable to keep it down.
He'd traveled deep inside the small subterranean village. In exchange for a few hundred dollars, he'd rented a crypt, sealing himself inside. Praying for a miracle, he'd suffered starvation, his body slowly deteriorating.
Three days he'd been alone and no one knew his whereabouts. The vampires had avoided him, the taste of death in the air. With no internet or cell reception, he'd been unable to reach anyone.
Quintus' mind roamed to his long lost pixiu. He'd failed her, beaten as his sire killed her. He'd never recovered from the loss, had sworn he'd never fall in love again. Falling for a supernatural would have never been wise, as he suspected he'd forever need a human to sustain him. The very nature of feeding brought an intense sexual instinct. His pixiu would never have accepted him feeding, touching another human. To ask her to do so, to watch him feed off another woman, would have been intolerable.
Humans were entirely too fragile creatures, emotional beings who were easily broken. In contrast, Quintus lived for the battle, and thrived on the edge of danger. While he'd lived in New York City, most days he'd reveled in his freedom.
Quintus sensed Death's angel coming for him. The visions of his mother and father reminded him of his mortal beginnings. The voices spoke to him, imploring him to give in to the fight, let the Goddess take him.