by R. E. Butler
He dropped his bag and pushed her against the wall. “Is there a camera in here?”
“Yep.”
His fingers teased the slit of her gown. “Damn.”
“Not that you’re not sexy, but I’d rather not give Robert or any of the security guys a view of my tush or any other part of my anatomy.”
“How about I just make you fall apart but you stay clothed?”
“I thought you were going to lick me for hours? I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick.”
He barked out a laugh. “You’re feisty. I like it.”
Her suite was the last on the left. Using her thumb once more, she unlocked her door and let Alaric in. She loved her place. The suite had a full kitchen, a living room, three bedrooms, and three bathrooms. All the suites on her floor were identical, but she thought the end unit had the best view. Not only did she have a balcony in the master bedroom, but the living room had a balcony as well, and both had terrific views of Belle River.
The door slammed shut. The deadbolt clicked, and the security bar – strong enough to withstand a shifter trying to get inside – was thrown, thunking against the security door. Alaric’s bag dropped with a dull thud on the ceramic tile of the foyer, and his eyes, still a beautiful, glowing gold, stared at her.
“If you want to talk, we need to talk fast,” he said, his voice rough.
Part of her thought that talking was a good idea. They were strangers, after all, and she wasn’t the sort of girl who normally let guys tumble between the sheets with her until she had known them for a while and cared about them. But there was something very different about Alaric. She didn’t know him at all, but she also felt like they were old souls. He wasn’t trying to get into her pants so he could notch his bedpost. He wanted to mate with her because they were meant to be together. Truemates. Not a chosen mate, like some of her wolf friends who would pick a mate based on mutual attraction and not soul-deep connections – but the most primal, perfect mating there could be. His beast would never accept anyone but her, and even though she wasn’t a shifter, she knew that she wanted Alaric and no one else forever.
Reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress, she lowered it slowly and watched as his eyes darkened to deep, burnished gold and his fangs elongated in his mouth.
“I like this dress, so I don’t want you to rip it. We can talk tomorrow. I can’t explain my attraction to you any more than the simple fact that we’re mates. I didn’t think I’d get a mate because I’m human, but I know I’m yours.”
“I’m yours, too,” he said.
The dress slithered to the floor, and she stood before him, wearing black satin panties and a strapless bra. Stepping from her heels, she met his gaze and said, “I’m yours, Alaric. Every inch of me.”
He growled loudly as he stalked to her. He lifted her into his arms and kissed her, his hands tightening on her skin as he began to walk through the living room. She didn’t need to tell him which room was hers, apparently, because he turned to the right where the master bedroom was and carried her to the big bed.
After laying her down on the bed, he straightened so he could pull his shirt over his head. The scars from his fights earlier were healed. It amazed her how fast shifters healed. He’d been knocked around pretty good just two hours ago. The fact that he wasn’t in pain now was a miracle, and she was thankful for it. Plus, it meant that they could make love now.
The sound of his zipper lowering brought her back to the present and her sexy mate as he stripped. He wasn’t wearing underwear. She wanted to ask him if he ever wore it, because she thought it was kind of awesome if he went commando all the time, but the words died in her throat as the biggest cock she’d ever seen was laid bare as he shoved his jeans to the floor, stepped free of them, and straightened.
The thick, long length jutted from his hips and seemed to beckon her as it throbbed. She sat up and reached for it, but he snarled.
“If you touch me, I’m going to come, and the first time I do that with you, I want to be buried deep in your sweet pussy.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed. “I promised you a good lick, anyway.”
Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra and tossed it aside. She stretched out on her back, reached up and gripped the comforter. He hadn’t really stopped growling since he walked into her place, and she liked it. He made her feel sexy because he couldn’t stop looking at her like he could devour her.
Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her lower stomach. He hooked his fingers in her panties and drew them slowly down her legs. As the thin satin went airborne, Alaric’s hands gripped her knees and drew apart her legs. He climbed up the bed between her legs and rested her knees over his shoulders. Gripping her hips, he gazed up the length of her body.
His mouth opened, and she saw the glint of his fangs as his eyes, that deep burnished gold, shone brightly.
“Your eyes are so amazing,” she said.
“Mating gaze,” he said, his voice deep with arousal.
She opened her mouth to ask him what he meant, but his tongue flicked out and grazed her clit. The tiny touch jolted through her, and she gripped the comforter and closed her eyes. He nuzzled her pussy, purring, nibbling on her flesh. She’d shaved earlier, and she was glad her skin was soft and bare for him.
Tilting her hips in invitation, she moaned as he tilted his head and slid his tongue into her.
“Best. Night. Ever,” she breathed.
Chapter 6
The sweet taste of his mate saturated his senses as he stroked her soft inner walls with his tongue. He held her close, his hands wrapped around her silky thighs as he devoured her. Lifting slightly, he circled her clit with his tongue, the firm bud tightening as he played with it. He scented her arousal deepening, and he moved one hand to stroke her bud as he licked her pussy. He knew she would taste amazing when she came, and he wanted to lick her cream straight from the source.
He licked his fingertip and then tongued her core as he wiggled her clit. He knew he’d found just the right pressure when her body bucked and her pussy creamed. He purred loudly, and she shrieked in pleasure, letting go of her hold on the comforter and fisting his hair with both hands.
“Alaric!”
She lifted her hips and ground her pussy against his mouth as he thrust his tongue into her, moving his finger as fast as he could on her clit and purring loudly. She really did love his purrs, and his cat loved that. A lot.
Her scent deepened further, and her body flushed as her back bowed. She screamed his name, twisting her hands in his hair. Her heels pressed against his back, and he held her close as he licked her sweet cream and gentled his attention to her clit. He released his hold on her as she went limp. He was breathing hard as he lifted from her, pressing a soft kiss to her clit.
A million thoughts ran rampant through his mind, but the foremost was how perfect she was for him. Her taste and scent were addictive, and he knew he’d never get enough of her.
“I hope you liked that because I plan to do it a lot.”
She smiled and he loved how it lit up her face. She was gorgeous, and he was a lucky male. He rose up over her, sliding into the cradle of her hips as his dick nudged her wet pussy.
“I thought you needed to mount me?” She gripped his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hips tilted, and he sank a little into her heat, grinding his teeth together to stop himself from coming immediately.
“I do, but I want to make love to you this way, first. I won’t come until I’ve got my fangs in your shoulder, but you’re going to be so hazed with pleasure that you won’t even feel my teeth.”
Her nails dug into his back as he pushed into her pussy a little more. She was so fucking tight that it made his eyes cross. He slipped his arms under her, one hand moving to her hips to lift her and the other wrapping over her shoulder. As he lifted her lower body and pushed forward, he sank deeper into her. He couldn’t stop, not until he was completely inside her.
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br /> “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, pausing his press into her.
Her fingers flexed, and her nails bit into his skin, but he didn’t mind. “Yes, more, Alaric. Give me all of you.”
He loved that she wasn’t afraid of him. Pressing his lips to hers, he coaxed her mouth open. Sucking on her tongue, he pushed his hips forward, sliding all the way into her pussy until her heat enveloped him completely and their bodies were tightly wed. She gasped into his mouth and clutched at him, kissing him back with fervor. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he chuckled and lifted from her mouth.
Angling his hips, he slid out of her until only the thick head was inside her. He purred when he slid in more easily, her body accepting him. He kept up his slow withdrawal and push, slowly drawing her body toward the edge of pleasure. He could feel her pussy tighten as he entered her, the little rhythmic clenches were driving him insane.
Tilting her hips a little more, he pushed into her faster, swiveling his hips until he heard her gasp of pleasure and knew he’d hit the right spot. Driving into her faster, he stroked over that place again and again.
“Look at me when you come,” he demanded, his beast riding the surface, anxious to mark her.
Her eyes popped open, the brown a beautiful, rich color flecked with gold. “Alaric,” she whimpered, her knees squeezing his waist.
“Mine. Mine,” he chanted, pumping into her wildly now, his purr of happiness slipping into a growl of possession. She threw back her head and moaned loudly, gripping him to her and lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
He lifted from her and gripped her hips, spinning her to her stomach and lifting her onto her knees. Her soft panting groans turned into one long groan as he drove into her. Their bodies slammed together. Sweat glistened on her back, and he smoothed her hair from her face so he could see her. Rubbing her shoulder with his free hand, he squeezed the tight muscle and knew she wasn’t relaxed enough to mark yet.
He leaned over her back, bracing himself on the headboard with one hand and reaching under her, wiggling his hand between her breasts and the bed to tease her nipples. The tight little buds deserved to be licked and sucked to perfection, but he’d been all too happy to simply eat her pussy. He vowed that the next time they made love, he would give her all the attention she deserved.
Securing her nipple between his fingers, he applied gentle pressure, keeping up the steady rhythm into her. She groaned, tossing back her head and meeting his thrusts. She straightened her arms and lifted her upper body from the bed, allowing him to cup her breasts more easily. The heavy globes were warm in his hand, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting them. Moving to the other nipple, he gave it the same attention, tugging and pressing it between his fingers lightly until she began to gasp and her body trembled.
His hand made its way down her stomach and found her clit easily. With just a few strokes, he sent her over the edge again. Kissing her shoulder as he fucked her soundly, he could feel that the muscle was still tight and knew that she wasn’t lost to the pleasure like he wanted her to be.
Stroking his tongue along her shoulder, he licked up her neck and she shivered. As he reached her ear, he bit gently on the lobe and then said, “I love how tight you are when you come. Your pussy is driving me insane. It feels so good.”
Her pussy clenched his and she whimpered. He pressed his fingers to her clit again, and she shook her head. “I can’t, Alaric. It’s too much.”
“It’s never too much.”
She pressed her hand against his, but not to push him away from her sensitive clit. Instead, she moved his fingers for him, rubbing her little bud in a side-to-side motion. She pressed her head against his and reached up for his hand that was braced on the headboard. As she balanced herself, her knees parted farther, which tightened her pussy and made his climax tingle at the base of his spine. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Her body was the tightest, hottest heaven he’d ever known.
He worked with her fingers, rubbing her clit in time to his thrust into her pussy, giving her everything he had as pleasure spiraled through him, pushing him to his own climax. As her orgasm struck, her body tightened, and she screamed, her pussy clenching his dick like a fist and making his vision blur. Trembling, her body slumped to the bed and he knew then that she was lost to the pleasure he’d given her.
His fangs elongated, the thick lengths punching from his gums as he fingered her clit in slow circles to keep her orgasm going. He pressed his lips to the place where her neck and shoulder met, and then he struck, sinking his fangs into her flesh to join them completely. As her blood seeped onto his tongue, he came, his dick spasming deeply inside her, over and over.
He felt them join completely. Her blood, their combined pleasure, and the mark, had secured their mating in the most complete way. Easing to the bed, he curved himself around her and held her close as he extracted his fangs. He nicked his tongue and licked the marks, mixing their blood together and ensuring that the marks would remain forever.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, linking their fingers.
“Very. You?”
“I found my truemate. I could wake up missing a limb, and it would still be the best day of my life.”
She chuckled softly. “You’re sweet.”
“Just for you.”
“That’s okay,” she said and then yawned. “I don’t want you to be sweet to anyone but me. What did you mean when you said ‘mating gaze’?”
He kissed her throat. “It’s because you’re my truemate. A saber’s eyes turn a very deep gold only in the presence of his or her truemate before they mate.”
“It was a beautiful color,” she said.
“That, too, is just for you.”
He drifted off to sleep with his mate tucked securely against him. For the first time in years, he was truly happy.
* * * * *
Alaric thought his mate made the sweetest sounds when she came. He woke her up several hours after they’d fallen asleep, making good on his promise to lick her for a good, long while. When they finally made love again, the connection he felt between them strengthened even more. Each time he came inside her, he felt closer to her, as if there were an invisible tie between them, linking them forever. He’d never been one to wax poetic, but while his sweetheart writhed under him in bliss, he wanted to write a sonnet about how gorgeous she was.
Creamy skin flushed pink with passion, her eyes a beautiful deep brown, bright with happiness. He was already half in love with her. The mating connection allowed him to feel a shadow of her feelings in his own heart, and he knew she was on the same page as him. They were both falling for each other, after only a few hours together. The more time they spent together, the deeper the connection would grow.
He nuzzled her belly with a purr, and she sighed deeply in contentment. “Cats love cream, I guess,” she said with a passion-roughed voice.
Grinning, he licked her navel. “You’re my favorite flavor.”
Climbing up the bed, he dropped next to her and pulled her flush to him. She fit perfectly against him, her soft curves against his hard muscles.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“I just ate,” he said, chuckling.
She snorted. “Well, I’m hungry.” Rolling to face him, she wiggled close and kissed his throat. “And sticky. I want a shower and something to eat.”
“It’s good to be sticky when it means we’ve had so much fun,” he said.
“True.”
After a long moment, he sat up and handed her the tablet from the bedside table. “If you order room service, I’ll get the shower ready.”
“What do you want?” She asked as she took the tablet from him.
“Whatever you’re having is fine. Then get your sweet butt into the shower.”
He kissed her forehead and stood, stretching. Glancing at the clock, he saw they had a couple hours until it was time to meet his brothers and sister. Just enough time to clean up, feed his ma
te, and get sticky all over again.
Chapter 7
Aubrey closed her eyes as Alaric sucked on her neck. The elevator was quick, and she knew that the few floors between hers and where his family was staying would be over fast, but she couldn’t get enough of Alaric.
Slipping her hands under the back of his shirt, she said, “I feel so connected to you.”
“Me too,” he said against her neck.
“I didn’t think that would happen with me being human.”
He lifted from her neck and looked down at her. “We’re truemates, Aubrey. It wouldn’t matter if you were human or another shifter or supernatural creature. The connection between us would be just as strong. You’re not less than because you’re human. You’re perfect for me because of what we are to each other.”
“You don’t mind that I’m human?”
He scoffed. “No. There were times in my youth when I would have given anything to be human. It’s a difficult life at times. We are what we are, and there isn’t anything I’d change about you.” He raised a brow. “Does it bother you that I’m a shifter?”
“Of course not.”
“Good.”
The elevator reached the eighth floor and chimed, and the door slid open. “After dinner,” he said quietly, “we’re going to make love on the balcony.”
Her stomach flipped at the thought. “Which one?”
“Both.”
He grinned devilishly, and she couldn’t help but return it. They walked down the long hallway to room number 822. She had received a text from Gretchen with the room numbers while she and Alaric had been making love the first time. She knew her best friend would have taken good care of Aubrey’s new family.
“I invited my brother to join us for dinner. He won’t eat, of course, but he can sit and chat. I’m excited for you to meet him.”
Alaric nodded and knocked on the suite’s door. It swung open almost immediately, and Lia greeted them warmly. When Aubrey followed Alaric into the room, Lia hugged her tightly.