But he didn’t stop.In and out he thrust, riding her hard and deep.Her ample wetness eased his glide as he fucked her, his hips smack, smack, smacking against her reddened ass.
Amaros groaned in pleasure, as his world narrowed to the feel of her snug walls fisting his cock and the sounds of her cries.
Michaela pleaded with him not to stop, begged him to take her harder.
Their fingers remained entwined, giving each of them a lifeline, an anchor to the world as it seemed that everything shattered around them and inside them, and the ground dropped beneath their feet.
Still, he thrust into her, taking all she had to give, giving her everything he was.
When her pussy seized up around his shaft and he could sense she struggled to reach nirvana for the fifth or sixth time, he whacked her across her tender ass.
Once.Twice.On the third time, she was coming, screaming until her voice only came out as a whisper.
Amaros’s balls were full, heavy inside his sac, drawn tight against the base of his cock, but the burning in his gums as his fangs extended reminded him, he couldn’t let go until he ensured their mating—his beast demanded a blood-bond.
Leaning over her body, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back and to the side to expose the slim column of her neck and the fierce beating of her carotid artery.
“Please, Amaros...”
His height gave him the perfect advantage.He responded by sinking his fangs into her vein and drinking heavy and deep of her piquant-sweet blood, as silky as chocolate coating his tongue.
He brought his wrist to her mouth.Drink.
She did, breaking through his tough skin with ease, licking and sucking him down.
Mine.He drank more.You’re mine, little angel.
I’m yours, Amaros.
Once his dark beast was satisfied and rejoicing within him, Amaros then fucked his mate harder, faster, a blur of movement quicker than humanly possible.
Michaela came again.Her pussy milking his cock and pushing him over the edge.
All he saw was red, as they continued to drink each other in as their orgasms flowed from one to another, then another.
His seed bathed her womb, already sealed.Now, she carried babies who were transformed into his image through a bite, and he would love and teach them, but one day...one century his seed would take, and his little angel would carry a child of his loins.
Finally, spent for the moment, Amaros retracted his teeth from her skin, but he didn’t lick the holes closed.The wounds would mend before they returned to their room, but the scars would take a few days to heal completely.They would be visible long enough for anyone to see and know she was claimed.
When her mouth went slack, he pulled away from her, allowing his holes to gape.However, he could feel his body stitching closed even as he straightened up.No scar would remain for even a minute.He was too old for it.
Stepping back, he pulled his pants up, shoving his semi-erect cock inside and zipping his slacks closed.They weren’t done by a long shot, tonight.
She was his.
He admitted that seeing his mate in such a debauched way inflamed his core and ignited his dominance gene.Her ass fiery red from his hand, her pussy wet and swollen from his cock, and her legs trembling beneath from her many releases she’d find it hard to stand in a moment.A wicked smile curved his lips.
But there was no need for her to stand.Amaros gathered her in his arms.
Micheala curled into his chest then pressed her blood-stained lips against his neck, his tie still within her grasp, and whispered, “Are we done?”
“Oh, no, mate, we are just getting started.”
Sherman, open the door.
In the back of his mind, he had sensed when his Prime showed up outside the door moments ago, and heard Sherman dismiss another who had stood guard there.Since he had permitted Sherman to take his pleasure with Juli, Amaros had not expected to have him around so soon.But he should have known, because his attendant was always efficient if nothing else.
Right away, Sire.
