Page 14 of In the Line of Fire
He fisted the base of his cock as the tip nudged my entrance. “I’ve been yours since the moment your scent hit my nostrils, and it was long before then that I did anything other than fuck my fist for relief.”
His admission made my heart melt. It was a heady feeling knowing that fate had paired me with such a powerful male who would truly be mine. Twining my arms around his neck, I whispered, “Make it official. Take me now.”
Needing no additional encouragement, he lowered his head to capture my mouth in a deep kiss while he started to rock into my core, coating his hard length with my arousal. My nails dug into his shoulders as he inched into me. It took a little while for my inner walls to stretch around his girth, but my body didn’t tense up because I was lost in the sensation of his kiss.
After Damien worked his full length into me, he trailed kisses across my jawline and down my neck, sucking over my pulse hard enough to leave a mark. “See, beautiful. There was nothing to worry about. You were made to take my cock.”
“I feel so full,” I moaned as he circled his hips, somehow slipping even deeper.
“I’m sure you do.” My inner walls fluttered around his dick as he pulled back until the crown was notched at my entrance. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. Fucking perfection.”
He pounded in and out of me like a madman. The headboard of his ridiculously oversized bed rammed against the wall, and his balls slapped against my butt. Over and over again.
“Close,” I panted, barely able to get the word out.
His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered,“Et vos mihi in mate posthac in perpetuum.”
I had no idea what those words meant, but they triggered something deep inside my soul. My vision darkened as my climax crashed over me, scorching my body from the inside out and leaving me a different person. I felt the moment when my release triggered Damien’s. Anchored deep, his cock jerked and filled me with his come.
Our combined releases were dripping down my thighs when he scraped his teeth over my shoulder, setting off another mini-orgasm and making me shudder. “Are you ready to accept my mark, mate?”
I twisted my neck to the side to give him better access. “Beyond ready.”
“Mine,” he growled, his body temperature rising as his fangs lengthened. My phoenix pushed toward the surface in her desire to be near her mate. Her cry of satisfaction echoed in my head when Damien’s teeth sank into my flesh. I hadn’t thought it possible, but his bite triggered another orgasm—stronger than the two he’d already given me.
My heart still thundering in my chest, my teeth ached with the need to mark my mate as mine. “Need to mark you, too.”
“Fuck, yes.” Damien cradled the back of my head, supporting my neck as I stretched up toward his chest. Choosing the skin directly over his heart, I bit down hard. Mind-numbing pleasure roared through my body, almost more than I could stand. The bond between us snapped into place as my mate rode me through another orgasm, leaving us both drained and panting when he dragged his cock from my body and dropped down on the mattress next to me.
Cuddling into his side, I asked, “What did you whisper to me toward the end? It sounded so beautiful.”
“Taking it from Latin to English, it loosely translates to, ‘I claim you as my mate from now to forever.’” His finger traced over the mark on my shoulder, making me shiver. “They’re mating words that tie me to you forever.”
I’d never heard of such a thing, but since my family had kept to themselves while I was growing up, my knowledge of shifter traditions came from my dad. He hadn’t shared a phrase I was supposed to use to tie myself to Damien, but the lack of one hadn’t seemed to harm our bond. “I wish phoenix shifters had similar mating words so I could have said something profound back to you.”
“Having you in my arms with my mark on your shoulder and yours on my chest is all I’ve ever wished for, beautiful. The mating rules are different for each species of shifters. Not all breeds have the same traditions. The wording can even change depending on the family or pack.” He stroked his hand down my spine. “For dragons, it’s only the males who speak the mating words.”
I pursed my lips, narrowing my eyes. “That sounds more than a little misogynistic to me.”
He flashed me an apologetic smile as he shrugged. “We’re dragons. We can be archaic at times.”
“As my mate, I expectyouto do better,” I warned with a poke against his eight-pack abs.
“I will.” His tone rang true with his promise, and I was struck by the depth of my trust in this man who I’d only met hours before. Our mating bond already ran deeper than I would have expected. I could only imagine how much closer we’d become during all the many years we’d have together. For the first time in three years, I felt the thrill of anticipation for what was to come in the future.
