by Paloma Beck
Then in one life-altering moment, he stopped stroking and his palm struck her bottom and sent flames flying. She knew he held back because the magnitude of his strength was too great but Goddess help her, that slap hurt. She yelped and threw out a few choice expletives, but Donovan seemed to ignore her. He softly rubbed her cheeks again, this time bringing the sting front and center to find the throbbing in her clit. Then the second slap came across the opposite cheek and a third before she had a chance to recover.
Paige’s body was quivering. She couldn’t think beyond the vibrations, the feeling of his hand on her skin. As she gave herself over and relaxed into him, Paige raised her bottom towards his palm, instinctively seeking more. Donovan’s muscular arm lay across her back to hold her tightly against his lap. His hard cock pressed into her belly and seemed to be calling to her. She wanted to know how it would feel inside her.
Thoughts of his cock receded into the back of her consciousness as Donovan’s hand continued to deliver her spanking. His slaps rained down, burning and delighting her at the same time. She was crying and yet she couldn’t help but reach for more.
“You need to consider others, Princess, to move outside yourself and see the bigger picture. For the final five, focus only on the sensations I provide. I know you can do this,” Donovan soothed her with his words. The gentle stroking of his hand made her feel cherished.
“I-I can’t. It’s m-my soul sin. I-I can’t let it g-go,” Paige whined through the tears and tremors rocking her body. She felt helpless, exposed and vulnerable. She wasn’t accustomed to any of these emotions.
“Mind over matter. You can do this and I promise it will help.”
“H-how do you kn-know?” Paige spoke through her tears.
“Because I’m your mate; and it’s determined that I’m to know what’s best for you.” Donovan’s confidence as he spoke reassured a part of Paige that still held doubt. She shuddered at his words, too many emotions racing through her mind to think straight, and then did as he said, finding comfort in his gentle touches. Donovan’s hand slapping down on her bottom with such authority pulled her into the spell he wove.
Paige floated in a place where she was free from everything, until she felt a rhythmic pulsing in her clit. His hand had moved to her delicate little bud once more. As her pussy clenched tight, Paige screamed out through an orgasm she hadn’t expected. By the looks of Donovan, he didn’t expect it either.
After a few moments of silence, Donovan sat Paige up on his lap, brushed her sweaty hair from her forehead and kissed her there. “Well done,” Donovan grinned at Paige and suddenly she felt immensely shy. When she tried to move away, she was startled by the soreness on her bottom.
Donovan wasn’t letting her move; he held her hip with one large hand and her chin with the other. “You enjoyed that. Goddess, you couldn’t be more perfect for me.” His eyes were shining, large and bright, and his smile was radiating appreciation and love. Gone was that terrible angry face he’d had when he first put her across his knee.
The heat inside her wasn’t going away, even after her climax and the tenderness of her bottom. In fact, as he continued touching her body, her need was growing more intense. She wanted to touch him too. She tentatively stroked his beard, the stubble tickling her fingers.
Donovan moved his hands to frame her face and drew her head up to meet his eyes. He brushed a sweet kiss against her lips before speaking again, his voice now growing huskier with desire. “It’s time.”
Paige knew exactly what he meant. She nodded.
“Take your tongue and strike it to my sharpest teeth. The blood exchange will bind us and I can take you then. Ho bisogno di te.” His words were barely finished when she pressed her mouth to his. Paige was more than ready to take what she wanted. Perhaps it would be her to claim him, Paige laughed to herself.
“Or then I will take you,” Paige responded.
With a chuckle, Donovan chose to ignore her comment in exchange for another kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened for him, and then allowed her to push back into his mouth. She ran her tongue along the full set of his upper teeth and felt an incredible tingling rush. Then Paige felt his breathy sigh of relief as he tasted the first drop of her blood. Startled by overwhelming emotion, she also realized she could feel his desire beyond her own. It multiplied the urge she felt to merge fully with her mate.
Paige pulled at Donovan’s shirt until it was off and out of her way. Then she ran her fingertips along the ridges of his chest around to his shoulders and his muscular back. His light sprinkle of body hair tickled her fingers as they floated across his skin. She hugged herself to him and with each touch, she felt their magic twine together.
As part of the Magdalena Circle, Paige’s parents raised her to understand the prophecy and her role in fulfilling the needs of the Valendite Breed. Despite her soul sin of pride, she truly did appreciate the significance of finding a mate to claim her. The sharing of blood, this bond they were about to create, was so sacred that nothing could ever tear them apart from one another. Not only would their blood bond them together, but it would also sustain Donovan and prolong her own life so she would live as long as he did. The thought of her strength sustaining him caused pride to swell inside her.
“Can you feel that?” Paige wasn’t sure if it was only her feeling these incredible changes. Links were snapping together, fusing a connection between them. They were so real and left her wondering if she couldn’t actually see an outward change after so much had been altered inside.
“We’re bonded. It’s amazing. I didn’t think our connection would feel this strong until you drank from me as well. I can feel your power linking to mine.” Donovan appeared as awed as she felt.
“How did you know what I needed was to let go and accept this?”
“It was instinct. You needed to see beyond your soul sin. Pride guides you and you needed to be able to separate yourself from it in order to give in,” Donovan explained as he continued to stroke his hands over her body with reverence.
“We should go to my bedroom. The sisters won’t stay at Layla’s house all night. And I feel kind of woozy, maybe even a bit drunk.”
“I promise everything is as it should be. Your energy will bounce back once my blood replenishes you.”
“I’m starting to like your promises,” Paige smiled before climbing off Donovan and leading him to her bedroom.
Chapter Three
Paige willed the door to her bedroom open, obviously to show off her powers. Donovan smiled since he knew exactly why she’d done it, but said nothing. He walked around her room and took in the organized, efficient space. Everything was high-end and immaculate just as he suspected of its owner. He could feel the high energy and stress radiating from her space the very second he entered the room. She may lose her soul sin when she mated, but Donovan suspected it would take more than mating to rid her of the habits she’d formed. He grinned because he now knew exactly how to help her.
Paige was watching him with a wicked gleam in her eye as he stalked towards her. She stood in the middle of her room following his every move, meeting his gaze steadily and not backing down. He’d never been so turned on by a woman in his life.
When he was just a few feet away, he said, “Strip.”
His sassy princess dared to put her hands on her hips and contemplate whether she’d comply. He lifted one eyebrow and waited until, just a moment later, she began peeling away her clothes. The show the little vixen put on was causing every muscle in his body to clench. Goddess, she was incredible. Donovan took in every inch of her perfectly unblemished skin except for the light scattering of freckles on her shoulders. She had a tiny pixie-like figure with gently curving breasts and hips, long legs and dainty feet.
Not able to stand it a moment longer, Donovan picked her up and tossed her onto her bed. Then he simply willed off the rest of his clothing and climbed on top of her, balancing himself over her on his arms and knees. He
could no longer fight the urge to place his hands all over her body. After the rush of her first spanking and the power of his own satisfaction, he needed to bury himself inside her. He needed to claim her fully.
He silently kicked himself for waiting all this time and allowing her to put off this claiming. She belonged to him. He never should’ve agreed to wait. Given the climate of their world, today’s Valendite Breeds are prepared for the possibility of never mating. Their race has become too scattered, so much dissention in those unwilling to accept their calling. The fact that Donovan had so easily happened upon his mate in his own hometown was unheard of. Add to that the fact that so many of the TEU agents were finding their mates in rapid succession, he believed it was a sign this mating was meant to be. He had someone precious in his arms and he would take care of all her needs—even those she might not know she has—for the rest of her days.
Donovan allowed his hands to explore the gentle curves of her body, slowly drawing his hand from her shoulder, down her waist, and then to the round and reddened mounds of her ass. He grabbed onto her and rolled, pulling her on top of him. He could feel the full length of her tiny body on top of his much larger one. She was a mirror image to him. Paige was soft where he was hard, warmth to his cool, light to his heavy. Her body called out to him and he fought against his desire because he wanted nothing more than to truly savor their first encounter.
Paige moaned and moved against him as he continued to explore her body. Donovan merged their mouths as he imagined their souls would be soon enough. He slipped his tongue along her lips and into the warmth of her mouth, mimicking the motions of what was soon to come. Their mouths never separated, no words were necessary, as they shared themselves through their internal sharing of emotions. Donovan felt everything Paige felt, and when combined with his own desire, it was the most powerful thing he’d experienced in all the years of his existence.
Donovan rolled them once again so he was now above her. Balancing on his elbows, he pushed up to look his fill. He watched as her melon green eyes fluttered open and looked at him with some trepidation. Then the sweetest smile tilted the side of her mouth.
“I’m happy.” Paige surprised him with her words.
“There’s nothing more I could ask for then. You are more than I ever could’ve hoped for, but right now, I need you to just relax again and let me taste you.”
“T-taste me? My blood?”
“First, your cream. Then your blood.”
“Oh Goddess,” Paige’s voice was but a whisper as he dipped his mouth to hers and kissed her just once before charting a course south.
Donovan lowered himself to her breasts, licked around the small pink areolas and watched as they puckered. Knowing he was giving her just enough sensation not to satisfy fully, he licked along her perfectly pink nipples, swirling over them ever so gently. She tried to push up against him seeking more of the sensation, but he didn’t allow it. His large hands held her down. Paige couldn’t move. She was at his mercy—just the way he liked her.
“You.” Donovan stopped to suck the skin under her left breast.
“Are going.” He sucked the skin just under her right breast. Paige instinctively pressed into his touch.
“To scream.” He nipped at her right breast just enough to sting.
“My name.” He sucked in her nipple and rolled it on his tongue.
“By the time.” He nipped at her left breast with the same pressure he did the other. Paige was ready to scream already.
“I’m through,” he finished his sentence and then completed his assault on her breasts as he sucked in her left nipple.
“Yes,” Paige called out, no longer able to keep quiet.
“Yes,” Donovan growled before he moved between her legs in a movement too fast for her to see.
Donovan found what he was looking for at the juncture of her thighs. He sucked on Paige’s sign of the Magdalena Circle. It was the physical manifestation of her soul sin. Paige had been burdened with too much pride her entire life, until mating with him. Donovan understood why she ran at first, had asked for more time. Such an intense pride would prevent her from doing anything on anyone else’s bidding. Taking her in hand had been his only recourse, not to mention one they both very much enjoyed. It would be impossible for all her pride to be released, but he would be more than happy to help her manage it now.
Smiling to himself at his thoughts, Donovan continued to lick and suck at the spot where she wore her sign. He knew it felt good because her moans grew progressively louder. He wouldn’t be able ever to get enough of his mate in the throes of passion. He watched Paige roll her head back and forth on the pillow, and his own desire grew.
“What would you like, Paige?”
“You.”
Hell yes. His stubborn little Princess admitted she wanted him. “Then I’ll give you everything I have.” Donovan rubbed his nose in her small patch of curls and inhaled the decadent scent of her desire. It was like cinnamon and ginger, tickling at his nose while calling to him.
He kissed and nipped at the flesh all around her very center, teasing by not touching the most sensitive place on her body. When she was quaking with need, he dipped his tongue in and ran it along her folds. He licked at her cream, thick for him, and allowed her essence to coat his throat. She tasted even better than she smelled.
Sated for the moment, and filled with a desire to discover more, Donovan sat up on his knees and drank in her body before he placed one hand on her belly to hold her still while he used his other hand to stroke through her curls. With just one finger, he explored deeper into her core, pressing against her wet folds to find her heat. She shook beneath him but his hand kept her still.
“No moving, Principessa,” Donovan instructed in his most commanding voice. Paige instantly stilled. Donovan continued to prepare her for him. He would be her first Valendite Breed and she needed to be open to his larger frame. Harming her would nearly kill him so he took the time to be certain she was open and wet and ready.
“It’s overwhelming to not only feel my own desire but yours too. To know you need me to fuck you as much as I need to you,” Donovan shared as he dipped forward to kiss along her neck. Her breath hitched and he was certain she must be wondering when he would draw out more blood. He liked to keep her wondering, holding her on that edge.
“You feel it. Don’t you, Principessa? My need and your need are connected.” Donovan felt Paige grow wetter with his words. His little princess liked dirty talk. As if was even possible, Donovan grew even harder as he contemplated being bound to someone so right for him. “I feel your cream running over my fingers. You are so hot, so needy. Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Paige’s voice was faint, but he caught the strain of her desire calling to him.
Donovan smiled, allowing her need to wash through him so she could feel it all. “Ho un debole per te. You make me weak, so very weak I can’t control my own need.” He wanted Paige to know without any doubt she was perfect for him.
“Please, Donovan,” Paige asked, again in that sweetly soft voice.
From the wetness on his fingers and the ease of his fingers inside her body, he knew she was ready for him. He pulled his fingers from her and heard a small whimper. Then with his eyes trained on hers, Donovan brought his moist fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. She watched with fascination and hunger. Her eyes were sparkling and the tiniest embers of light released from them like summer lightning bugs. He knew it was her magic, and it was amazing.
Donovan stretched out her legs on either side of him, positioned his cock at her core, and steadily pushed forward until he was embedded completely. He watched her and held tight to their connection, vigilant for any sign of Paige’s discomfort. None came. Her arousal remained steady.
“I want this fast and hard,” Donovan asked permission the only way he knew how, his command as close to a question as he could bring himself to make it.
“Yes,” Paige’s answer was quie
t, faint, but no less meaningful. Donovan had the permission he sought.
He reached down with his fingers to toy with her clit and watched as the tiny pink bud peeked out at him. Without moving his cock, he rubbed her clit with ferocity. Goddess, his mate liked the firmer touch he enjoyed. With their new connection, he could tell Paige was already so close to orgasm, he was confident they would be sharing their climax shortly.
Donovan pulled his cock out of her core and thrust back in until he felt his sack hit against her bottom. He was careful to position himself against her sensitized clit as he began his rhythm. Paige’s breathing sped up, mirroring his own, and she fought for air as her back arched with each thrust of his cock. The mix of emotions, of sensations, was completely overwhelming. Donovan was certain he wouldn’t hold out for long this first time.
Paige was close, lost in her chase for the orgasm Donovan held just out of reach. Her green eyes grew wild as they swirled and took in every nuance of their joining. She met him thrust for thrust as he shifted his hips back, dragged his cock out along her clit and then slammed back in. His strength would be too brutal for a human woman, but his mate was taking it with pleasure as she pushed her hips forward to meet his thrusts.
He never stopped, never changed his pattern, never once let up. Donovan wanted to push Paige, to see just how much she could take from it. She took it all, everything he had to give, and seemed to beg for more. She shivered at the sensation of his cock stroking over her clit with every forward motion. Her hips would push up as he slid back inside her core.
Donovan’s chest hair skimmed along Paige’s reddened nipples as he bent his mouth to hers. It was time to complete the Claiming. He placed his lips against hers and encouraged her to open to him.
Sensing his imminent release, Donovan used one of his sharp teeth to cut into his own tongue and then nipped on Paige’s lower lip. He swirled their blood to the surface so they could taste together. This small exchange was enough for now. Her blood was a warm and spicy syrup that coated his throat just as her cream had. She was so much a part of him now. Donovan allowed the power of that knowledge and her blood to wash through him. For now, this would satisfy him. Tomorrow, there would be more.