She gulps. Her gaze is fixated by that change. “What am I transforming into?”
“The most beautiful Fae female I have ever seen.”
“H…how?” She reaches a hand up then hesitates.
I coil my fingers around her wrist then bring it up to her ear. She runs her palm over the delicate shell-like shape.
“It’s still me.” She gnaws on her lower lip
“And more.” I cup her cheek.
“Meaning?”
“It’s the physical manifestation of our mating.” I choose my words slowly, knowing it’s important she understands what I am going to say.
“So our essences combined, when…”
“When you reached out to me through the mating bond and your energy filled me.”
She opens her mouth to speak, and I place my fingers over her lips. “You gave me the impetus to harness our joined-up energies and use it to overpower him.”
“No.” Her breath is hot against my skin.
My groin tightens. My leg muscles go solid.
“Yes.” Everything in me wants to throw her down on the floor and claim her. Tell the world that she is mine…only mine. I step back from her. “You completed the mating bond when you shared your essence with me. You saved my life, gave me the will to fight, to live.”
She wrings her hands together in front of her. “So this is how I will be for the rest of my life?” She tips her head to the side.
“It’s not that bad.” I twist my lips. “There are fringe benefits to being Fae.”
“Like?”
“Energy levels for one. You won’t stay tired for very long; you’ll recuperate fast after…” I pause. “After any physical activity.”
Her cheeks grow fiery, and I can’t stop the smirk that lifts my lips.
“And?” She juts out her chin.
“Your body will heal itself.”
She frowns, then lowers her eyes to run her gaze over the rest of her reflection. “Hence any injuries from the fight have faded?” She raises her arms, then parts her legs, surveying every inch of her body in the mirror.
Only it also affords me a view of that secret part of her between her legs. Her lower lips are pink and glistening, waiting for me, calling out to me. My pulse races. My dick hardens with the need to be inside her.
I stifle the groan that rips up my chest. “You’re not making this easy.”
“Huh?” Her gaze swings up to mine. Her forehead furrows, then her entire face turns a fiery red. “Right.” She wraps her arms around her waist.
“Don’t.” I reach for her hands and pry them away from her body. “Look at you. Human and Fae. A perfect blend of the two worlds.”
“A freak of nature.” Her shoulders droop.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. And all mine.”
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His voice sinks into my skin. My blood heats. Moisture trickles down my inner thigh. I want to look away from his face, but I can’t. Everything in me insists that I obey the command in his voice.
What is it about this man that makes me want him so much? After what we’ve been through, after mating me, after sharing my essence with him. Knowing that he can rip me apart and put me back together over and over again when there’s nothing left of me, nothing but him… Knowing all that I still want him. And I shouldn’t.
I should leave, get away from him, while I can still keep some semblance of independence. While I can still hold on to that part of me that I value most, that secret part inside me where I haven’t let anyone else in.
“I can’t do this.” My voice stutters.
“Can’t do what?” The heat of his body surrounds me. Swirls over me. His shoulders shut out the sight of the world.
“This.” I fix my gaze on his throat. “Whatever this is between us.”
I sense his smile but don’t look up.
He bends down and peers into my eyes. “I’m not asking you to do anything.”
“Liar.” A chuckle sticks in my throat.
“You’re right.” His shoulders go solid. “I’m telling you.” He straightens his spine. “I want everything from you. Your body, your soul. Every breath you take. Even as we are talking right now, I want to shove you against the wall and ram into you. I want to be buried balls deep inside you.”
His words heat my blood. It’s always like this with him. All he has to do is touch me, and all my barriers crumble. All thought dribbles out of my head. “Dante,” I breathe out his name on a sigh.
I reach out and trail a finger over his throat. The tendons bunch.
It’s all I can do not to press my nose to his chest. I want to inhale the scent of his skin.
The mating cord thumps against my rib cage. My cheeks flush. Sweat trickles down my back. Never have I felt anything quite like this. It’s not just that I need him… I want to immerse myself in him. Fuse myself with him.
I want to drop into him until there is no him, no me, only us.
Every muscle in me tenses. My skin seems too tight for my body. I raise my head and meet his gaze.
“I’m scared.” I gulp.
A hoarse chuckle rumbles up his chest. “That makes two of us.”
“I have never felt anything like this before.” A shiver runs down my back. I am hot and cold at the same time.
“Welcome to my world, acushla.” His lips curl. That smirk is so hot, so bad, so filled with promise my toes curl. My nipples tighten into aching points of need. I cannot stop myself from thrusting my breasts into his chest.
A groan rips out of him. “If we start now, there is no going back.”
“Who says I want to?” I bite my lower lip.
“You shared your essence with me. You accepted the mating bond. If we make love now you will never be able to leave me.” He takes a step back from me. “If you can’t live with that…then now is the time to leave.”
I don’t reply.
I can’t.
The truth is that I am still coming to terms with what I am. No longer just human but a creature swayed by emotions. Someone driven by instinct. Someone who sees things, feels things, on a level so deep that I’m just beginning to comprehend it.
I hesitate.
Tension rolls off him. His muscles tense. But he doesn’t move. He’s waiting for my answer. And he’s afraid that I’ll turn him down. The flash of insight takes me by surprise. Never have I felt so much with anybody else. The mating cord thrums against my ribcage. Waves of restlessness flood down the connection. The emotions slam into my chest. My breath stutters. My throat closes. I want to tell him that it’s okay. That I understand what he’s feeling right now. That I want the same. But something stops me.
“Tell me what you want, Gia.” His shoulders bunch. The planes of his chest flex. “I can give you everything you need.”
And there, right there is the problem. If he touches me now, I will combust. Everything that was the old Gia, the human Gia, will fade away. Leaving what? A woman I don’t know anything about. A Fae female who will not hesitate to take pleasure from her mate, to satisfy him, draw from him, to give in to her base instincts. And would that be so bad? Why not just allow him to have his way with me?
“You were right.” My gaze drops to his lips. “Sometimes it’s best not to speak.” It’s best to take what you want. No regrets. He is my mate, and I want him. One last time I can have him. I can sink into the feelings that have me in thrall. Can open myself up to him and he can take what he wants. I don’t say this aloud. Yet it’s as if he read my mind, for he tilts his head.
A shudder grips him, or perhaps it is me. I can’t tell anymore. Those black eyes of his glow. Blue and turquoise swirl in them. His ears lengthen and when he peels back his lips, his canines drop.
My belly quivers, an answering smile curves my lips. The tips of my ears stretch and my own canines pierce through my gums.
His gaze widens.
I can see myself reflected in the depth of his eyes. His chest rises and
falls. The breath rushes out of him. I sense his pulse race. Sense the blood pounding at his temples. Thud-thud-thud, the sound of his heartbeat fills my mind, sinks into my blood, pours through me. Every part of me seems to be tuned in to him. My eyesight narrows. The rest of the world fades away, then there is only him.
He bends his knees then sweeps me up in his arms. Turning, he stalks to the bed. The world tilts, I feel the mattress give, then the fabric chafes my skin.
My nerve endings tingle. I lie there watching as he looms over me.
His big body blocks out the rest of the room.
Anticipation tightens my nerves. My toes curl. The muscles of my thighs firm.
His gaze drops to the triangle between my legs. It’s as if he touched me there. Every part of me seems to be on fire. Moisture trickles down my inner thigh.
His nostrils flare.
The bed dips as he kneels between my parted legs. My pussy quivers. I try to squeeze my thighs shut. But he clicks his tongue then wraps his fingers around my thighs and shoves them apart.
“It’s too late, Gia. I gave you a chance, and you didn’t take it. Now it’s my turn to show you everything I want to do to you.”
He lowers his head.
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I bury my nose in the folds of her pussy. Every muscle in her snaps with tension. Her pelvis rises off the bed. I move my shoulders just enough to hold her down, pin her to the mattress. To shove her legs even wider until she is spread apart for my delectation. For my worship. For my gaze. Only mine. “Mine.”
I growl the word out against the warmth of her clit. Her hips shudder. I hook my arms under her thighs, wrap my fingers around her hips, and hold her there.
“Dante.” Her voice bleeds over me. Her chin trembles.
I sense a hesitation in her. I’d seen how she’d held herself back earlier. The myriad emotions that crept over her face before she’d given herself up to me. And yet that is not enough. She’s submitted her body. Her essence is fused with mine. Not enough. I want her will, her every thought to be one with me. I want to know what she’s thinking, what she’s going to do next. I will not be happy until she’s yielded everything to me. Until I’ve broken her all over again and rebuilt her…and again. The awareness sinks into my blood. My cheeks heat. I raise my gaze and peer up from between her legs. Her silver eyes blaze at me. The color from them has faded until they are like mirrors of lust that reflect back all her doubts, her needs, her emotions…all of which belong to me.
“Do you trust me, Gia?” I hold her gaze.
Her forehead furrows. Some of the lust in her eyes clears. “What…what kind of a question is that?”
“It’s simple. We’ve come this far, yet you’re holding back from me.”
“I’m not.” She lowers her chin. Some of the color fades from her cheeks.
“I can sense it, Gia.” I reach out to her through the mating bond. Pulse a jolt of awareness at her. It crawls toward her, through that combined silver-blue essence that is us, then fades away.
She flushes then. The color sweeps up her breasts, her throat, to circle her cheeks.
I tilt my head. “You still deny that?”
Her gaze slides away. Her shoulders push back into the mattress. Her hands go slack on either side. She shakes her head. “Do you blame me?” She bites her lower lip. “Something is changing me from the inside out. A few days ago, I was a human with the Bureau of Shifters. My only goal was to guard my principal, the leader of Moscow. And now…” Her chin trembles.
“Now you are mated to me. You are Fae.”
“I no longer know who I am.” The words pour off her.
The anguish slams into me. I stay where I am between her thighs.
“You are mine.”
“So you keep saying.” She meets my gaze, her own troubled. “What does that even mean?”
“It means I can hold you whenever I want.” I squeeze the rounded flesh of her butt.
Her thighs flex.
“It means I can scent you whenever I feel the need.” I lower my nose to the cleft between her juicy lower lips and inhale.
Her hips shudder.
“It means I can taste you, and eat you out and nothing, no one, not even you can stop it.” I run my tongue up from her back opening, all the way up to her clit.
She moans. Her fingers lower into my hair, and she yanks at the strands. Tingles of pleasure pull at my scalp, down my nape. My spine goes taut. I curl my tongue around the bud of her clit and bite down.
She mewls her approval.
Her body rises off the bed. Her knees fold up to frame my face. I slide my hand up the outside of her thigh, down her calves, then fling her ankle over my shoulder.
“Dante, fuck.” The moan drools out of her.
“And only I get to do that to you,” I growl against her swollen flesh.
My words seem to turn her on even more.
Moisture flows out from her slick channel. I lap it all up. The taste of her sinks into me. Sweet, so sweet.
I need her. She’s my mate. And I’ll do anything to keep her with me.
I lower my head and thrust my tongue into her wet channel. In, out, in. I sense her body tremble, even as another moan dribbles out of her. Even that is not enough. I will not stop until she shatters around me and then I’ll put her back together only to claim her again, and again.
I will do everything in my power to keep her with me. I bite the swollen nub of her clit, and she shatters around me. Her fingernails dig into my scalp. A trail of fire shoots down my neck, down to the base of my spine. My balls feel heavy, and I know then I must have her. But first I need to make her come. I need her to be so high on me, so full of the pleasure that only I can give her, so drunk on my essence that nothing and no one can come between us again. I thrust a finger into her weeping channel and another. Her entire body rises off the bed. I feel the trembling sweep up her legs, over her belly, feel her tense. She wraps her legs around my back, and her heels dig into my skin, and then she screams my name.
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“Dante,” I hear his name from far away and realize it’s me who is calling him. There’s a ringing in my ears. My eyes roll back. The most intense pain twists my insides…it’s so sharp, it’s like the best emotions of my life blended together. A tinge of hope, a morsel of pleasure, all of it spiked with danger.
His energy pulls at me, filling me with intense hope and need all at the same time. I feel like I am flying through the air. Blue and silver sparks explode behind my eyes, then silence.
I drift back to earth, slowly. Every part of me grows heavy. Surely, this has been, “The most intense spiritual experience of my life.”
“You’re welcome.” He raises his head. Then climbs over my inert body to block me with his arms on either side of me.
Heat burns my cheeks. I crack open my eyelids to find his face right over mine. Blue eyes flaring with lust, his skin stretched over his cheekbones. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead. A bead trickles down his temple and plops on my throat. Little flickers of pleasure radiate out over my sensitized skin. Another trembling grips me. I open my lips to tell him to stop. The skin around his eyes bunch. He lowers his head and sweeps his tongue over my mouth.
Fuck! The taste of him, musky and spicy, and that sweet, sugary scent of my arousal bleeds into me. It’s like some kind of magic potion, an elixir of our emotions. The brush of his tongue over mine, his mouth capturing my lips, the hard planes of his chest that pin me in place, the weight of his shaft that knocks against my dripping pussy, all of it is too much.
Too fast.
It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
A low burn starts in my belly. My skin crackles like it’s on fire. “I need you,” I try to form the words, but they are lost against the assault of his mouth. I’d been wrong all along. I’d thought I could fight against his complete domination, that I could go toe to toe with him and hold him back. That I could wrest back s
ome semblance of control, hide away some part of who I am from him. I’d been going about this all wrong.
The only way to survive him, survive what we were becoming, is for me to give in. Submit. Let him overwhelm me. Give myself up to him one hundred percent. Let him take me, possess me, break me. Only this time I am going to do it willingly. This time it’s me who is going to set the pace. This time I am the one who bares my soul, my mind, my body, my all to him. This time I subsume into him, to be reborn.
A shiver bleeds down my spine. Every part of me knows I am right. There’s a complete giving in to him… by choice.
I raise my chin, then hook my leg around his thigh.
A ripple of awareness runs down his back. I drag my heel over the curve of his taut butt. His shoulder muscles flex. He tears his mouth from mine then raises his head to peer into my eyes.
“What do you want?” A slow smile curls his lips.
That smirk, that wicked smirk that tugs his mouth and turns his features into that of the Devil…it sends a surge of heat tingling over my skin.
“Fuck me, Dante.” My throat feels raw. Like I’ve been screaming, which I have. Only it’s been for him. Only him. “Take me until I can’t think straight, walk straight, until I cannot do anything except revel in your essence, your scent, your taste.”
The blue in his eyes fades, leaving silver sparks behind. They flare, filling his irises with heat, with love. Lust. So much lust. “I want it all,” I breathe out the words.
“And you’ll get it.” He lowers his body, so his weight presses my smaller frame into the bed. “Every single beautiful, filthy thing that I want to do to you… You’ll take it all. And you’ll ask for more. And I’ll keep breaking you and remaking you and taking you again, until every time you are reborn, you can only think one thing. Feel one thing—”
“You. I want you inside me, Dante.”
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