“Don’t stop!” She tugged at my hair, her hips wiggling in protest.
“I’ll never fucking stop,” I growled. Her eyes opened even as I thrust into her again and again. “You’re mine. So fucking beautiful.”
Her emerald eyes met mine. I saw the passion and desire in them, the need to come again building like storm clouds before the lightning.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I rumbled with each penetrating stroke. She was my mate. I knew it. My beast knew it. The scent of her, the feel of her, the taste of her. Even the sounds of her coming. It all soothed the beast and made it howl in happiness.
As for me, the man, I needed to come. My balls had emptied onto my belly just minutes ago, but there was more seed for her. There always would be. And so I nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and moved my hands to cup her bottom, to open her pussy wider. I thrust as I used my hands on her ass to pull her forward and down, onto my cock.
“Come again, love. Come all over my cock,” I whispered in her ear, my voice deliberately gentle as my cock was not.
Perhaps it was the command of my words. Perhaps it was the fact that I was accepting her as my mate. Perhaps it was that I held her ass in my hands, that I held her in place, forcing her to surrender to my will.
Whatever the cause, her inner walls rippled and pulled me deeper. Her orgasm shook her body, but she did not scream. She offered no sound as I came deep inside her, filling her with my seed. I marked her, coated her with my essence.
Our orgasms put us in sync, connecting us, binding us just as the cuffs did.
She was mine. I was hers. And the beast, it was sated once more.
Chapter Eight
Deek
“How long do we have to stay?” I leaned in and whispered in Tiffani’s ear. Of course, my beast detected her womanly scent and I couldn’t help but kiss the side of her neck. “I won’t last long with you in that dress.”
“We’ve only been here thirty minutes,” she countered, turning her head so she looked right at me, but I could see the happiness in her gaze. My compliment had pleased her.
I’d have to compliment her often.
Her green eyes were enhanced by some coloring she had added to her face. Her dress matched the color of her eyes perfectly. When she’d come out of our bedroom in her dress I’d almost come in my pants. My beast had wanted to jump on her and fuck her right in the doorway.
In fact, we’d be in bed this moment, naked and sated if she hadn’t put up her hand and threatened me with death if I messed up her up-do. I had no idea what she was talking about until she pointed to the elaborate design of her thick brown hair. It was piled atop her head in a way that had taken her and Sarah more than an hour. I had no complaints, for it perfectly framed the sensual roundness of her face and made her eyes look as if they were much larger.
She looked like a fantasy. No woman this beautiful could be real.
But she was real. And she was fucking mine. Forever. I was the luckiest bastard in the universe.
She smiled at me and took my hand in her much smaller one. The small act made something tight loosen in my chest. Thank the gods, neither of us had any shame where our connection was concerned. That slight movement, her fingers entwined with mine, was as much a public claiming as the cuffs around her wrists. But she was claiming me. Standing beside me in a room full of strangers and declaring me her own.
I was a warlord and a commander. I’d been in so many battles they blurred in my mind, became a constantly running stream of agony, rage, terror and death. That had been my life. Until her.
I blinked, coming out of my thoughts to find her watching me with a tender smile on her lips. I saw acceptance in her gaze. Desire. Perhaps… did I dare hope? Love? Regardless, the look was a blatant invitation and had me shifting my cock in my pants and counting the minutes until we could leave the party so I could strip her bare and sink into her.
A mated Atlan couple approached. Carvax was their name, if I remembered correctly. I shook the warrior’s hand and introduced him to Tiffani, who was in turn introduced to his mate. It took all of two minutes, but when they turned away, my fake smile dropped.
“I hate these things. It was one reason I went into war and not politics.”
“But I thought you wanted to… show me off.” An impish smile had me wanting to spank her ass. “Those were your exact words.”
“I changed my mind. I want you all to myself.”
Her delighted laughter pleased me, as did the way her hand squeezed mine. “You are such a caveman.”
I did not know what a caveman was, but she smiled as she said it, so it was a good thing. “That dress does the showing off all by itself.”