“No!” Carmen closed her door, her movements even more tentative than mine had been, the locking mechanism barely audible as it clicked into place. Perhaps Stefani was even more fragile than I had thought. “It’s nap time, you know? I’m really tired. And most of this is my stuff. I’ll just take everything to my room.”
“Okay. Thanks.” Stefani agreed instantly and walked into her home. Curious about her private quarters, I inclined my head to Carmen and followed my mate. She offered brief descriptions of her home as she went, waving her hand at each area we passed. “That hallway goes to the suites. That’s the living room. The kitchen. There is a pool outside. That’s the family room.”
Every step took us farther from Carmen and closer to privacy. Her home was large and well kept. I was glad she had been taken care of in my absence. Still, I had trouble focusing on her words. My gaze remained glued to the feminine sway of her hips as she moved. Her ass was perfect, even fuller than I remembered. I wanted to hold each side in one hand as I fucked her, held her back pressed to the wall, thrust deep. Skin on skin. I wanted her hands in my hair, pulling me closer, demanding more as I licked her pussy, worked her clit. Made her scream.
My memory of taking her was hazy. Incomplete. I needed her. Now.
My cock ached, the pain more intense with each step. By the gods, she was too fucking beautiful. Her long hair hung like silk, perfect for holding her in place as I fucked her. Every curve enticed me. Round. Perfect. Her body was softer than I recalled, her breasts larger. Everything about her seemed to be enhanced, more feminine, just…more.
Perhaps that was my beast and his raging hunger to taste her. Perhaps it was true memory, and her body had changed shape. I didn’t care. She was mine. She was beautiful. I simply needed.
“My suite is down here. I have a private salon where we can talk.”
The sound of Carmen moving around the home barely registered as my mate invited me into her private quarters.
“Just a sec. It’s kinda messy.” Stefani indicated I should wait. Pleased that she would fuss over the appearance of her room, I indulged her. My beast was pleased as well, happy that she wished to impress us.
I waited in the doorway as she hurried to and fro, picking up items until she held a small heap that she promptly tossed into a connected room.
What she carried, I did not know. Truthfully, I hadn’t paid attention. My gaze lingered on her ass. Her breasts. Her lips. The pair of pants she wore stopped mid-thigh, revealing long, shapely legs and smooth skin.
I would kiss those legs. Caress the inside of her thigh with my lips and tongue before I tasted her. I would have her bare, one thigh on either side of my face, her wet pussy open for me to play with until she came all over my tongue.
Uncomfortable, I adjusted my cock and tried to remain patient. To please her. To do what she asked and needed me to do so she would feel comfortable and safe. So she would accept us, honor us, find us worthy.
Her collection of items gone, she closed the connected door and locked it. I grinned. I did not need to inspect any items that embarrassed her, nor did I care about her collection of shoes or clothing.
In fact, I would gladly keep her naked so there would be no need of such things.
“Okay. Come in.” She stood with her back to the door she had locked, her breasts clearly outlined by the thin material of the shirt stretched tightly across them. There were buttons.
I would bite them off with my teeth.
“Velik?”
Fuck. I’d been staring. I forced myself to move slowly so as not to startle her. I walked into her private sanctuary and locked the door behind me. To my left, a bed more than big enough for both of us taunted me.
I needed her. Velik, the man. I would lay her down and spend hours pleasuring her in that bed.
But the beast needed her even more.
“Come in. The salon is over here.” She turned her back to the beast and moved to another room.
Fuck.
Mistake.
I couldn’t control him. I couldn’t stop him. He fucking refused to listen, done with me and all the long months spent away from our mate. He viewed those months as a complete and total failure on my part. He was correct. I had abandoned our mate. He had not. In fact, he had fought and clawed to return to her.
I had forgotten she existed. Serum or no serum, I should have known…
In the blink of an eye, my failure, my shame, was buried beneath the beast. He tore the shirt from his chest and dropped it on the floor as he followed her.
Skin to skin. That was what he needed. Craved. Would die without.
Mine.
The beast was built for battle, fierce but silent when he chose to be. We moved into the room behind her. Stepped closer. Closer. Until the heat of her body crossed the slight distance between us.
