“Velik.” Stefani spun around. She collided with my bare chest.
The beast wrapped her in his arms and pulled her to him. “Mine.”
She pushed at his chest, but her attempt was half-hearted. After a few seconds she stilled, her forehead resting against me. “Why are you doing this? Why are you here?”
“Mine.”
“That’s what you said last time. Then you left. Looked me in the eye, said you didn’t know who I was, and left me.” The scent of her tears drove the beast insane. I argued with him, insisted he wait until we could explain.
The beast knew only one way to woo his mate. Pleasure. And only one thing he would die to provide; protection. Those were the only two things he understood.
“Well?” she demanded. She lifted her chin and looked my beast in the eye.
“Stefani.” The beast lifted one hand to caress the side of face. “Prisoner.”
“What?”
He leaned down and kissed the tears from her cheeks. Tasted them. Moved lower to kiss her neck. She tilted her head back to give him better access. Accepted his touch. “Stefani. Mine.”
“But—”
With a growl that warned me to shut the fuck up and stop interfering, he slipped his hands around to her ass, kneaded the soft mounds and lifted her off her feet.
“Velik. We really need to talk.”
“Mine.”
I gave up and slipped away, became one with the beast until there wasn’t him and me. Just us. Me. Mine.
I lifted her and nudged her knees wide. When she complied, I placed her pussy over my cock and rubbed our bodies together, our clothing the only thing separating my cock from her wet heat. I tilted her body until she shuddered, a soft moan escaping her throat as her clit slid up and down my hard length. She was wet and ready for me, her cream called to me with a sweet scent that made me shudder. Tightness, compression, a slight twinge of pain and I knew my cock was coated with pre-cum. For her. Everything I had, everything I was, my very life, belonged to her.
“Need you. Mine.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned back in my arms to look up at me as I moved her up and down over my cock. “Why do you have to be so hot?”
I purred, pleased with my mate’s admiration. I was strong. I would protect. I would pleasure. I would be hers. Only hers.
“We really do need to—”
I took her lips, claimed her. Devoured her taste with an urgency I couldn’t fight, more than a year of repressed lust surging to the fore. Hunger. I could not get enough. Needed more.
There. The bittersweet agony I remembered as she buried her hands in my hair and pulled me closer. Desperate. Needy. My mate demanded more.
“Mine.” The one word nearly a roar, I set her on her feet. I removed my clothing in seconds. She watched me, her gaze taking me in from head to toe. Her attention lingered on a new scar. Rested on my cock.
It strained to reach her.
I dropped to my knees and closed my teeth over the top button holding the fabric closed over her breasts. Mine. My breasts.
She gasped but did not stop me. Her shirt gone, I inspected the sling she used to support her breasts. I saw no buttons. Fuck. I had to get in there.
I pulled the two straps from the top of her shoulders down to her elbows, lowered the top of the thick fabric until her flesh spilled out the top.
A groan filled the room. Deep. Needy. Mine.
They were soft. Full. Bigger than before. I remember the pink covering she’d worn before, the white shirt I’d torn. Her breasts had grown larger.
Gods. She was going to fucking kill me.
