Beautiful Mistake: 2 (Royal Pride)

by Nancy Corrigan

  It was the drive of a mated male. Fill his female’s womb. Claim her. They weren’t mated, not yet, but the instincts still consumed him. After sharing the experience with Lena—a first for him—he wanted to do so again. Shifters did not find release inside their lovers. Sure, he’d fucked hundreds of women, made them orgasm around his cock. None got his seed. That he’d saved for Lena. His one. The woman who drove him crazy with lust and confusion.

  He’d come in here planning to talk to her. Get to know her. All his words got jumbled up inside when he’d gazed into her big brown eyes. Her beauty punched him in the gut. The natural glow to her skin and untainted scent drugged him. He’d waited in eager anticipation of her voice. The sway of her hips, the slope of her neck and the huskiness of her laugh intrigued him. Hell, he could stare at her for hours, forgoing naps and snacks, just to watch her sleep. Actually, he’d done so more than once.

  He brushed wisps of her light brown hair away from her freckled cheek. Shifters rarely had such markings, making the sprinkling of hers all the more fascinating. Tracing them, he mapped her face, the edge of her jaw, the slight cleft in her chin, and the slender column of her neck.

  Pride welled as he circled the hickey he’d left on her skin. She claimed it embarrassed her, yet she’d cried out in pleasure when he’d delivered it and whenever he teased the tender flesh. She desired him. Many females did. Only her response to his touch filled him with contentment.

  Propped up on one elbow, he brushed his fingertips over her breast and enjoyed the way the nipple tightened with the slight touch. Lena had wonderful breasts that suited her petite frame. It bothered him that she would be ashamed of them. He honestly couldn’t imagine why. They were beautiful. Like the rest of her.

  He rested his head on her chest, the steady beating of her heart comforting him, and wondered, not the first time, how he would convince her to stay with him. By human and shifter law, he had the right to stay close to her. Watch over her. Ensure she remained safe. He didn’t question it. Even if he had to protect her from a distance, he would. But…he wanted more. All of her. Forever.

  She made him sane. As soon as he stepped in the shady strip joint, he’d picked up on the fragrance he’d become addicted to—coconut and Lena. Heaven.

  He didn’t want to lose her. Not to Vader or to some worthless human who’d use her and toss her aside. She was his. Simple. Elemental. Yet…the truth meant nothing to Lena. So what would? Love?

  He scoffed at the idea. Sure, he’d treat Lena as a queen. He just couldn’t see himself bringing her flowers and chocolate to prove he wanted her. The hard dick in his pants did that. Touching the rigid length would have to be enough. Besides, how could eating chocolate compare to an orgasm at his hands?

  A knock at the door tore a snarl from his lips as it yanked his attention from Lena. Those few hours apart left him hungry for her. He didn’t want to waste a minute of it, yet he knew when he’d walked in here that this interlude wouldn’t last long. Reluctantly, he righted his female’s shorts and pulled a blanket over her body to hide her lovely breasts.

  “Sorry to disturb you but we leave in ten,” Kade announced through the closed door.

  Smart man not to come in.

  “Okay, I’ll wake Lena then we’ll be out.”

  “She succumbed to sleep after the pleasure you gave her?”

  He closed his eyes and silently berated himself for admitting that. Giving into unconsciousness after a sexual release was a sign of a mated female—it gave the male’s sperm a chance to do its job. Or it could be because she was tired. However, with the frayed ties to her human god, he suspected the first explained her slumber.

  “Yes,” he bit out.

  A long moment passed before Kade sighed. “You and I need to talk.”

  “This has nothing to do with you. Let it alone.”

  “I can’t. The more you interact with her, the longer it’ll take for her bonds to reform. She’ll be instinctively drawn to you, she’ll deny her heritage.” Kade cursed. “Hell, the way she looks at you, I’d be surprised if she ever returns to her god willingly. That woman wants you.”

  Devin glanced down at his female’s face. Beautiful. His. “Good. Then it’ll be easier to convince her to finish what we started.”

  “And until you do she’ll be at risk. Lena acts like your mate already. If she dies—”

  “Don’t say it.”

  “Fine. Doesn’t change the truth.” Another vulgar curse involving his ass rang out. “We’ll be in the car.”

  Devin waited until he heard the other males leave before feathering kisses to Lena’s face.

  “Wake up, beautiful,” he murmured, the passionate yet tender voice surprising him. He shrugged the revelation off. Of course he’d treat her with care. It made her happy. A happy Lena meant he’d be a damn sated male.

  She smiled, the lift of her lips causing little crinkles to appear by her eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on you again. It’s embarrassing.”

  “It’s a compliment, baby. It means I’ve pleased you.”

  She laughed, the husky sound wrapping around his dick and stimulating him more, not that he needed it. He was hard, ready to pleasure his female. Too bad he couldn’t. With no relief in sight, he was in for a rough time. Walking with an erect shaft as stiff as his wouldn’t be fun.

  “Mmm, I like hearing that but I’m feeling a little guilty.” She opened her eyes, the chocolate orbs hazed by passion. “You’ve given me a wonderful, mind-blowing orgasm and you didn’t get to join me.” She spanned the length of his cloth-encased cock with her hand, the heat of her palm seeping into him. “I don’t think that’s very fair. Do you?”

  He opened his mouth to tell her—what, he wasn’t sure—but she slipped her hand inside his shorts and fisted him.

  “Lena.”

  It might’ve been in warning or it could’ve been a plea. She didn’t give him time to say anything else before she stroked. If it was possible, his shaft swelled more. Her hand couldn’t close around the girth. It didn’t dissuade her. She caressed the length in rough, tight strokes before quickening the pace. He panted and thrust into her grip in tandem to her pumping. Knowing they didn’t have time for this, but unable to stop her—he needed her willing touch more than his next breath—he gave himself up to her, allowed his female to pleasure him.

  “Harder,” he groaned. “Faster.”

  She complied and his cock jerked, the impending orgasm barreling down on him. There was no stopping it. He slid his fingers to her mound, wanting to give her pleasure too. She shoved it away. Before he could protest, she bit his shoulder hard enough to bleed him.

  “Ah, fuck.” He came in bursts that coated his stomach and her hand with his seed. Pleasured curses rolled off his tongue as he orgasmed, harder and longer than he ever had from a simple handjob.

  As the pressure eased, he opened his eyes and found a pleased smile on her face. He returned it and kissed her, some unexplainable sensation settling over him. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Just felt as if a weight had been taken off his chest he’d never known was there.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  “You’re welcome,” she replied, her gaze downcast and a slight flush to her cheeks.

  He wasn’t sure what caused the color to darken her skin. She had no reason to be embarrassed. Everything they shared was natural, expected. He sat back and slid his fingers through the spilled seed on her belly. She squirmed. The blush moved down her neck to her upper chest. Seeing it made him accept a truth he’d ignored.

  Lena was the female he wanted to mate, yet he knew very little about her.

  He glanced from the evidence of his release to her face. The nerves displayed there supported the blush. He opened his mouth to ask her what was bothering her, but closed it without voicing the question. Now wasn’t the time to uncover her inner workings.

  “As much as I’d like to stay here and love you again, it’s time to go.”

  “Yeah, okay.” She squ
eezed her eyes shut. “I think you’re going to need to borrow more of Vader’s clothes.”

  “And send a housekeeper over. He’s going to hate smelling us in his bed.”

  She scrunched her nose. “Eww, did you have to remind me how well he can smell.”

  He laughed at her horrified expression. “Sorry.”

  Taking her hand, he helped her from the bed. She wrapped her arms around his waist without hesitation. The small move satisfied him. He hugged her close and breathed in the scent of his personal heaven. “Let’s go bring your sisters home.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lena hated flying. Putting her trust in a pilot she didn’t know and a hunk of metal that carried hundreds of gallons of flammable fuel did not make her feel warm and tingly inside. Hands fisted tightly, she took deep breaths as the plane began to move.

  With her gaze locked onto the blank flat-screen TV in front of them, she asked, “Did you sniff the pilot’s breath to make sure he’s not drunk?”

  Devin reached over and rubbed the top of her thigh, his wicked grin teasing. “Don’t worry, baby. James has been flying for a long, long time. He’s an expert.”

  She nodded. As the plane picked up speed, she swallowed hard. Kade wore a smirk on his face, Vader openly chuckled and Xander hid a smile behind his hand. Their amusement at her expense annoyed her, just not enough to stop her paranoia.

  “Has this plane had an inspection lately?” Kade nodded, his eyes twinkling. “What about fuel? Does it have enough fuel?”

  Devin turned her face to his with gentle fingers on her chin, waited until she focused on him. “You’re safe, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

  She chewed on her lip. “I’m scared.”

  He brushed his thumb over the spot she’d gnawed on. “I know. As soon as we can take our seat belts off, you’ll feel better. These things are choking.”

  She squirmed, the reminder of being trapped in the seat not helping. The cotton shirt rubbed against Devin’s bite. Frustrated, she yanked at the neck, lifting the material away from it.

  Devin followed her movements with his eyes and his nostrils flared. Scenting her fear or arousal? Because dammit, frightened or not, she wanted his mouth on the bite, licking, nibbling, sucking on it until she careened into an orgasm. She bit her cheek to hold in the moan.

  He motioned to her shoulder with a jerk of his chin. “Is it bothering you?”

  Just his gaze on it made the four entry points throb. Groaning, she pulled at the shirt again. “Yes.” She glared at him. “It’s driving me nuts.”

  He shifted on the couch they shared and leaned over her body. She tensed, not sure what he was planning. Now wasn’t the time for sex. He lowered his hand to her shoulder. Her pulse raced, breaths quickened. Every inch of her body tensed.

  He covered the bite with his palm. A sigh slipped past her lips.

  With his face inches away, she watched in rapt fascination as yellow overtook the white. The sunlight streaming through the windows made them sparkle, brown and green swirling. She held her breath under his heated study, the mark thumping again as if it had a heartbeat of its own. He slipped his fingers under her shirt and massaged, skin on skin. The ache eased. She released the pent-up air in a long rush and he captured the shaky exhalation with his mouth.

  Not caring that the other shifters were only a few feet away, she moaned, parting her lips for his invasion. The warmth of his hand eased the burn on her shoulder while his kiss ignited another. Twining her tongue with his, she deepened the dance. Desire coiled in her belly and demanded relief.

  She didn’t know how long they kissed, but when her seat belt released, she crawled onto Devin’s lap without breaking contact with his lips. She fisted his hair, settled her groin to his and folded her knees on the outside of his thick thighs. Heaven. That was what it felt like to be in his arms.

  This crazy lust wasn’t something she’d ever experienced. It boarded on obsession and now that he was with her again, she felt…whole. The pain in her chest faded the moment he’d walked into Vader’s apartment. Denying it wouldn’t help.

  She needed Devin as much as he claimed to need her.

  Yeah, that scared her except when his mouth stroked hers and loved her more completely with only a kiss than any other man ever had, she wasn’t sure her fear mattered in the end. The path was too sweet to turn away from and she was too damn weak to resist his seduction.

  “Devin,” she breathed.

  He didn’t answer her unspoken plea with words, but she sensed his response. And she yearned for it. With one easy move, he stood. She linked her legs around his waist. He never broke their lip-lock as he maneuvered them into the private bedroom she’d spied once they’d gotten on board.

  The sound of the lock clicking echoed in her ears. No turning back. They were going to have sex and she craved the release only he could bring her, had thought about this moment since she’d left him in her house.

  “Devin, need you,” she groaned, not caring if she sounded desperate. She was. She needed his touch to stop the ache from spreading through her body. It didn’t make sense but she felt as if she didn’t stop it that it’d swallow her whole.

  Growling, he pressed her against the door. The kiss turned hungry. Fangs filled his mouth, turning the twining of their tongues into a dangerous dance. She automatically adjusted the angle of her strokes as if she’d kissed him hundreds of times before while he’d boasted his cat’s fangs.

  With his hips holding her in place, he ripped her shirt, shoved the tattered cloth away. He ran his hands over her sides before zeroing in on her breasts. Gently, he cupped the slight weight of one. She stopped kissing him and tensed, hating her embarrassment.

  He leaned back, nostrils flaring audibly. She raised her gaze from the sight of his huge palm covering her not-so-impressive breast to his eyes. Lust darkened the breathtaking orbs. Hunger slackened his rough features.

  The annoying shame she carried since she was a teenager faded in the face of his desire, just as it had back in Vader’s apartment. Flip of a switch. Not gone, just dismissed and all it took was his unspoken approval.

  “Mine.”

  One word and her heart turned over. Tears stung her eyes. She blinked the wetness away before he noticed it and jumped to the wrong conclusions.

  She nodded, didn’t know how else to respond to the proud declaration. One corner of his mouth lifted. Her silent answer pleased him. Why that made her belly quiver, she didn’t know. It did and the sensation filled her with satisfaction.

  He bent close and licked her lower lip. She opened to him, eager for his kiss. Instead of making love to her mouth, he swiped his rough tongue over her upper lip. His warm breath mixed with hers as he repeated the slow trace. First to the bottom then to the top. She flicked her tongue out, connected with his and drew him inside.

  A deep moan accompanied the twining of his tongue to hers. She relinquished control, let him lead. Surrendering to a man had never felt so good before. She knew in Devin’s hands she’d find heaven. Ecstasy that had no bounds. No other lover had ever deserved her submission. None would after, no matter what happened between them. Only Devin earned the right to direct her passion.

  It wasn’t permission to treat her as his property, she reminded herself. In bed, behind closed doors the rules were different. Here, in Devin’s arms, he did own her. Not the same. Because if it were, she wasn’t so sure she’d be able to deny his control in everything.

  He massaged her breast while he kissed her so deeply she wondered if he was trying to leave his mark on her soul. She arched into him, rubbed her hard nipple into his palm. Now that she’d allowed him to worship her breasts, she craved the sensations he elicited by touching them. Even when she’d masturbated, she’d avoided her chest. God, she hadn’t known what she’d been missing. Each time his calloused fingertip brushed the tip, an equal tingle skipped over her clit.

  She squirmed, wanted to feel his cock inside her or at least pressed to the seam of her
sex. She didn’t get the stimulation. He held her too firmly with his hips, trapping her with his body. Sweet Jesus, the thought of being at Devin’s mercy made more cream flow as her core clenched on air.

  “Stop moving, woman.”

  She whimpered. “Fuck me.”

  He groaned, stilled with her nipple held between his thumb and forefinger. “Not until you come for me, screaming my name.” A tug on the tip he held and she shuddered. “You like that?”

  She nodded, rough breaths lifting her chest. Each inhale pushed the needy flesh into his hand.

  He leaned his head back, looked at her with a small smirk on his face. “Tell me. I want to hear your voice.”

  “Yes,” she licked her lips. “I like.”

  He extended one sharp talon and laid the side against the erect peak. She glanced at the wickedly long, slightly curved nail next to her tender skin. No fear. No anxiety. Only anticipation.

  When he didn’t move, she slid her gaze to his, found him watching her. Waiting. She knew what he wanted to hear. “Please, Devin. Need you to touch me.”

  His grin widened, showing off those fangs she’d been afraid of that first night. Not anymore. Now they reminded her of passion. With their gazes locked, he circled the areola with the point, a light, skimming caress that made tingles spread across her chest. A hungry moan fell from the lips she’d kissed just moments ago. Her attention dropped there. He swiped his tongue languidly over his upper lip, teasing her. She wanted his mouth on her breasts.

  “Lick my br—”

  One flick of his extended claw to her nipple stopped her demand. Two, three more and she was right on the edge of ecstasy. The sharp nails disappeared and nimble fingers rolled the erect tip. Small tugs connected with her womb, making her muscles quiver.

  He reached behind him and grasped her ankle. The gentle shove urged her to ease her tight grip on his waist. She let her legs fall to the side. Once on her own two feet, he dropped to his knees and released her breast. She would’ve complained about the loss of his touch except his mouth replaced his palm. The wet swipe of his tongue over the sensitized peak tore a shocked cry from her throat. Another circling caress and she whimpered.