by Bianca Cole
I shrug. “Marriage in general. Do we have to marry to prove our love?” I slip off of the bed and kneel in front of him, cupping his cheeks in my hands. “I love you more than anything, but marriage won't change anything. We're mates, that should be enough.”
He draws in a deep breath. “Man, it's going to be embarrassing explaining to the pack my mate refused to marry me.” He smiles, though, and I know he gets it.
“I know what you mean. If you don't want to marry, we won’t.” He grabs my hand and lifts me to my feet. “At least accept this ring as my vow to you. “He holds the box and opens it, pulling the ring out. “A gift and a promise that I will love you forever.”
I smile and nod, holding my hand out for him to slip it on.
“Maybe one day, you'll change your mind.”
I look at the ring on my finger, smiling. “Maybe, but I wouldn't count on it.”
His bright blue eyes brighten with those golden flecks, and I instantly know what's on his mind. We're alone in our bedroom. The chance of him not pinning me to that bed and having his way with me is zero. My thighs clench at the thought.
It's been two weeks since we met, and he's been increasingly adventurous every time we fuck. I've got a feeling he's trying to work me up to something that both scares and excites me, claiming all of my holes.
“I can hear what you are thinking, baby,” he groans, pulling me against him. His cock throbs against my tummy as he digs his fingers into my hips. “Is that what you want? Do you want to feel my cock stretching your tight, little asshole?”
I shiver in his arms, trying to keep hold of my urges. It's impossible. I do want it. It's so fucking wrong that I want him to fuck my ass, but I do. He's too fucking big, but it doesn't stop me from wanting it.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His cock swells against my tummy, making me even needier. “Dirty girl,” he growls, lifting me and carrying me toward the bathroom.
“I’m going to blow your mind, princess.” He sets me down on the side of the bathtub and starts to run the taps.
I watch him as he quickly pulls off his shirt and then his pants.
He smiles at me as he moves to his boxers, pulling them down slowly to reveal his huge, hard cock.
Fuck.
I'll never get tired of seeing him naked. He's pure perfection.
“Your turn, baby.”
I feel heat pulse around my body, filtering into my cheeks. This man can turn me into a molten pot of fucking lava with his stare. He's so perfect, and I'm so ordinary. I wonder if he ever wishes he had mated to a woman more beautiful.
“Don't fucking think like that,” he growls, charging forward. “You are the single most beautiful woman on this planet, don't fucking forget that.”
He tilts my head and captures my lips, his tongue roaming every inch of my mouth desperately.
I find it hard to believe his claim, but I submit to him, letting him plunder my mouth.
My body needs him more than it needs oxygen. I arch my back, wanting to feel his skin on mine, but he holds me tightly. His fingers slip to my throat, choking me gently.
When we first started fucking, I found his dominant ways scary. Now, they are just exciting.
He pulls his lips from mine. “Undress,” he barks.
It's a one-word order that I instinctively obey. My fingers can't move quick enough as I unbutton my shirt.
Rhys is impatient, though. He is quick to tear it, popping the buttons off entirely.
I groan, staring at the buttons on the floor. He's ruined more shirts than I can keep count. “Was that necessary?”
He smirks. “I’ll buy you as many shirts as you want. You just take too long, and I had to see those perfect breasts,” he purrs, moving in and cupping them with his hands.
I moan as he kisses my breasts. He pulls off my bra and sucks on each of my nipples, making them hard peaks.
“Fuck,” I say, letting my head fall back as ecstasy overwhelms me.
“That's it, baby, give yourself to me,” he breathes, slowly moving his hands down my hips and then up to lift my skirt. As always, I follow his rules. No underwear.
It seems to drive him wild whenever he reveals that I'm being his dirty little girl and going commando.
“Fuck, I love that you are always naked for me under your skirt,” he groans, sliding a finger through my soaking wet folds.
“Always,” I moan, as he dips his finger inside of me, hooking it just in the right place.
Rhys starts to work his finger in and out, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. His lips press against my shoulder at the same time. I don't know how this man gets me so worked up, he just does.
He turns off the taps once the huge bath is full and gets in, turning to me. “Sit on the edge and spread your legs for me, baby.”
I do as he says as he kneels in front of me, eyes wild. His eyes are almost entirely gold, as pure lust takes over. His canines are sharp and at full length.
He moves closer, gripping my thighs with his large hands. My knees shake in anticipation as he inches his face closer to my pussy. I want to feel his tongue, teeth, lips all over me.
He teases me at first, letting his breath fall against my center.
I moan, arching my back and thrusting my hips nearer to him. The move earns me a satisfying spank on my thighs, making the need inside me increase.
He licks the area he'd spanked, making my body quiver.
My nipples are so hard they hurt, as he licks a path right across my aching pussy to the other thigh. “Fuck, Rhys.”
I lace my fingers in his golden-brown hair, trying to guide his mouth to where I so desperately need it.
He's too strong. “I’m in control, princess,” he growls, moving fast to grab both my arms and hold them in front of me. “No moving.”
I whimper, the need so acute it feels like if I don't find release soon, I'll cease to exist. It's crazy how much this desire can drive me wild—the emotion it entices.
His tongue dips inside of me, and my mind turns to a blank mess of pure, flaming hot desire. I moan deeply, trying and failing to buck my hips for more.
He moves his hands and holds both my hips, keeping me still. He plunges three thick fingers inside of me and starts to work them in and out.
My breathing is heavy and labored as his tongue works marvels, focusing all his attention on my aching clit.
His hands move to my thighs, pushing them up higher to reveal my tight hole to him.
I groan, knowing precisely what he's about to do.
His tongue probes at my ass as he continues to fuck his fingers in and out of me. “Yes, just like that,” I moan, feeling utterly gone with desire.
Rhys growls as he continues to probe my ass hungrily, getting me ready.
Fuck.
Are we going to do this?
He grabs a bottle off the counter, not even looking away from my pussy—a bottle of lube. As he does, I notice his hand brush against one of the pregnancy tests.
Shit. I haven't even told him yet. I try to push it out of my mind, knowing this isn't the time.
He squirts lube all over my hole before sliding his fingers out of my pussy—a sudden empty feeling making me long for something to fill it. My eyes instantly go to his cock.
I groan as he slides one finger into my ass, keeping his other hand on my thigh to support me.
“That's it, baby, I know you love me fingering that virgin asshole.” He keeps fingering me but moves his mouth to my collarbone, biting down softly.
A spike of unparalleled lust kicks through me as he fingers my ass, making me needier. Before I met Rhys, I'd never even thought about the kind of dirty things he likes to do to me. He's changed me. I long for him night and day—being with him continually isn't enough.
We could spend all our waking time fucking, and it still wouldn't satiate the hunger inside of me.
“Do you like that, baby?” he asks, before closing his lips around my hard nipple and sucking.<
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I let my head fall back as he continues to work me into a frenzy, sitting on the edge of the bath.
“Answer me,” he growls, spanking my thigh gently.
I nod. “Yes, I-I love it.”
He smirks at me before slipping another thick finger into my ass. He's trying to stretch my tight hole, getting me ready. “You are my dirty girl, aren't you?”
I nod, feeling my breath hitch in my throat as he slips a third finger inside. The slight sting quickly turns to pure pleasure as he fingers me.
I almost die the moment he moves his mouth back to my aching pussy. His tongue slides through my wet lips before bumping my clit gently. “Fuck,” I cry out, gripping onto the side of the bath so hard my knuckles have turned white.
A powerful orgasm rips through me, and Rhys is quick to lap every drop from me, licking and sucking as though he is starving.
“Fuck, you are so sweet,” he groans, sliding his fingers from my virgin asshole. “Time for me to see how good that ass feels stretched around my cock.” His eyes dilate to bright blue, flecked with metallic gold.
His canines appear longer somehow as he fists his thick cock in his hands.
I watch as he lies down in the bath, his thick cock standing to attention above the water.
“Come and straddle me facing away from me,” he orders.
Excitement is all I feel at that moment. We are about to do this. Rhys's big, rough hands settle on my hips the moment I straddle his wide thighs with my back to him.
He squirts cold liquid all over my hole, using his fingers to spread it inside. Then, he lathers his dick in it.
“In this position, you've got control of the speed and depth,” he purrs, slapping his cock against my newly stretched hole. “But, don't get used to being in control, princess, you know I'm the boss around here.” He spanks my ass cheek to reiterate his point. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I say, waiting to feel the thick girth of him pressing against my hole.
He guides me up and then down against the swollen head of his cock, pressing into me gently.
I groan as he's so thick. My asshole slowly giving way as he continues to keep the pressure, until it pops past the tight ring of muscles. It hurts. There's no denying it, but it also feels good.
I try to breathe, focusing on relaxing the muscles around his shaft. Slowly, I press my hips down and allow more of him inside.
He groans a low, guttural noise. “Fuck, your ass is tight.”
I keep going, feeling my pussy get wetter as I allow his entire cock to slide into my tight channel.
He spanks my ass. “I’m all the way inside, baby.”
My nipples harden painfully as I start to ride his cock. The splash of water with every movement increases as I increase the speed.
Rhys digs his fingertips into my hips and starts to move me, unable to give over control for long. Lifting me further off his cock and forcing me down harder. “Damn, your ass is perfect,” he growls.
I try to take back control.
“I told you I'd let you get used to it. From the way you are riding my cock, you are perfectly used to it,” he murmurs, before sliding his hand around my waist and lifting me.
I'm still impaled on his cock as he lowers me down to all fours, remaining behind me. Luckily this bath is more like a hot tub. Otherwise, we'd be struggling to move.
I hold my breath for a moment, knowing I'm totally at his mercy. He spanks my ass as he thrusts back into me in this position. It's even better. The depth he gets with each thrust sends an illicit thrill through my body—white filters my vision as he plows deep and hard into my ass.
I glance back to see Rhys's canines fully out and sharp. His light blue eyes flicker with power as he lets his wolf take the front seat. I groan, loving the roughness when he allows the beast to come to the surface.
The pleasure builds, increasing the pressure deep inside of me. It's beyond anything I've ever felt before, sending a shudder down my spine.
Every muscle in my body begins to tense as he continues to fuck me hard.
“That's it, princess.” He spanks my ass cheek. “I want you to come with my cock deep in your ass,” he growls, spanking me again. “I want to fill this perfect, tight as hell asshole up with my cum.” He leans over my back, nipping the skin at the base of my neck with his canines. “Then, I'm going to breed your perfect pussy until you can't fucking walk.”
A shiver races down my spine, as he's gone full beast now. His voice is deeper and darker than it is usually. I feel myself coming apart. Every muscle in my body starts to shake and spasm underneath him.
“Fuck,” I cry out as my ass clamps down around him, milking him for all he is worth.
Rhys roars against my skin, letting his canines sink into the flesh of my neck slightly. It stings but feels good. I feel him unleash deep in my ass, spilling his seed and marking me as his. He's claimed me fully now. Every part of me belongs to him.
He moves away from me, slipping his cock from my stretched hole. I don't dare move, scared I'm going to shatter to pieces any moment. My orgasm still spikes through me even now.
“Don't move. I've got something I know you will love.” Rhys gets up and moves to the sink counter, opening the cupboard door. Whatever he had gone to collect drops to the floor, and that's when I remember the pregnancy tests.
“Are these what I think they are?” Rhys asks.
I glance up to see him staring at me with wide eyes. “Yeah, I was going to tell you and then…”
He smiles, rushing toward me.
My heart skips a beat at the joy written over his face.
He grabs me and lifts me from the bath, still dripping wet, and carries me to the bed. He lowers me onto it, kissing me softly. “This is amazing.”
I raise a brow. “Really? We've only known each other for a two weeks.”
He smiles. “You are my mate. I've wanted to put my pups inside of you since the day I saw you in that bar.”
“Pups?” I shake my head. “I won't give birth to a litter all at once, will I?” A sudden horror passes through my mind. The thought of giving birth to multiple babies at once makes me sick to the stomach.
He shakes his head. “No, but you know what I mean.” He wraps his arms around me. “I’m so happy. I can't wait to start a family with you, Anastasia.”
I've never felt so overwhelmed as tears flood my eyes.
Rhys is quick to brush them away with his knuckle, planting kisses where each tear falls. “Don't cry, princess. I want you to be happy.”
I nod. “I am, these are tears of joy.”
Rhys smiles and pulls me close, holding me against him. I've never been happier than I am right now. I've never been more complete.
I nuzzle against his hard, solid chest and fall into a peaceful sleep, hoping our future is as bright as I feel right now.
21
Epilogue
Anastasia
I step into the council chambers, trying desperately to still my nerves. Who knew three years after turning New York City into a free zone for shifters, that we’d be here?
A long table stretches down the middle of the room. At the head of it sits the king of the Fae, Flynn. We are great friends now, but the first couple of meetings we had were tense. Wolf shifters and fae have been enemies ever since the truth about the paranormal broke.
In the end, we managed to agree on a truce between all fae and North American wolf shifters, but today we’re trying to take this one step further. Flynn’s ambitions know no bounds when it comes to uniting races.
Lucy sits by Flynn’s side, and she smiles at me. We’ve become great friends during all of this, finding we have a lot of things in common.
Rhys takes his seat at the opposite end of the table. Vlad, the ruler of the vampires, is sitting on the left-hand side of the table. He doesn’t reside in North America but is the outright leader to the entire population of vampires. A couple of vampires sit either side of him. I can’t deny Fly
nn’s wish to allow vampires to mix with the whole community worries me.
Humans are prey to them. I know they can feed without killing, but it still worrying. Opposite him sits Aiden, king of the dragon shifters. He’s yet to take a wife, but his father died recently. I’ve heard he has come under pressure from his people.
Rhys takes my hand and squeezes gently.
Flynn is the one to stand, towering over the table. I always thought Rhys was tall, but he is a little taller. “Thank you all for gathering here today.” He claps his hands together. “Today marks a special day in history. A day when we put our differences behind us and move forward.”
A knock at the door sounds, and he stops speaking.
“Come in,” he calls.
The door swings open, and the most stunning woman walks in. I’ve never seen her before. “I feel you are missing someone out, your majesty.” She bows her head. “I don’t see representation here for witches.” Her eyes meet Aiden’s, and the spark there is unmissable.
Flynn nods his head. “Of course, miss?”
“Ilsa.”
He smiles. “Ilsa, take a seat.”
She talks a seat beside Aiden, but he doesn’t reach for her. The look he gave her suggested they are familiar in the most intimate way, but maybe I misread it.
“We have all species here that I am aware of. Rhys will speak for the shifters of the globe, as will Aiden.” He glances at Vlad. “Vlad is the king of the vampires, and such our alliance is with you, be it an uneasy one.”
He grins, bearing his fangs. “I’m not sure what you are worried about, faerie, scared I might get a taste for faerie blood?” His mere appearance is enough to freak anyone out. He’s heavyset and covered in tattoos that snake up the side of his neck and head.
Flynn shakes his head and moves on. “Now, I invite Ilsa to speak for the witches in our council. To align our people and allow integration between all our kinds.”
She bows her head, smiling.
“Lastly, Lucy and Anastasia will represent humans. They have as much a right as any human in my eyes.”
Vlad shifts uncomfortably but doesn’t say anything. Flynn and Rhys are the only ones who have human mates, so it makes sense. Vampires don’t have mates, so he will never have that issue. Not that he’d be able to keep a human alive for too long if she were attractive to him. Vampires are driven by one thing only—blood.