“I have never known of anyone, warlord or warrior, more worthy than you. I love you.” With gentle fingertips, I lifted his chin so I could look him in the eyes, so he would understand how deeply I loved him. “I claim you as my mate, Warlord Velik. I claim you as father to our children. I claim you as my lover and my friend. You are honorable, fearless and kind. I want you, so much. I am so proud of you.” I cupped the side of his face with my small hand. He leaned into the touch, his gaze locked with mine. “I don’t deserve you. I know I don’t. I was an idiot, trying not to love you so I wouldn’t get hurt. I fell in love with you anyway. There will never be a day of my life when I am not madly in love with you and your growly beast. I’m keeping you. I want to keep you. Both of you.”
“I am yours.”
Three words. My heart exploded with love for this male, this beast.
We washed one another quickly, especially once I explained that I wanted to spend hours with him—in bed.
The beast, apparently, complained. Velik told him he’d already had two turns while Velik had none. I hadn’t really thought about it that way, but I could see his point.
We laid on the soft sheets facing one another, pillows under our cheeks. We took our time. I touched him everywhere. The scar was there. Faint.
I kissed every bit of it, all the way around his body as tears streamed down my cheeks. He kissed my tears away, and then he kissed me everywhere. He spent extra time over my abdomen. “Our children were here.”
“Yes.”
“By the gods, you are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He moved lower, his mouth working my clit until I was a writhing, moaning mess. He teased me, taking me to the edge of release over and over as I begged him to fill me up. Take me. Claim me.
Moving up my body, he sucked and kissed my breasts, my thighs spread wide to accommodate his shoulders. Higher, to kiss me. Long, deep, hungry kisses I would never get enough of.
Sex with the beast was frantic. Wild. Frenzied and desperate.
This was something more. A reckoning. Atonement. Two souls marking each other, claiming one another. Forever.
My body was on fire. I was desperate. Needy. But it was the love making me ache. It was so strong, so violent and alive. A living, breathing thing inside me. Too big to restrain, even when it hurt my heart to feel it.
He covered me with his body. His cock thrust deep.
So hard. Long. Before I could adjust to his size he was moving, pushing deep. Pulling out to the very edge. Plunging inside me again. Over and over.
I arched my back off the bed, wrapped my leg around his thigh. I lifted my hips. Closer. I needed to be closer. I needed him deeper.
He grabbed my hands and held them in place over my head. Weight on that elbow, he slipped his other hand under my bottom and gave me what I wanted.
He fucked me. Thrust forward.
He lifted my hips, rubbed my clit against his rock hard body. Every movement he made, hard or fast, rough or gentle, rolled along my clit as his cock went deep.
My orgasm didn’t build, it exploded, every muscle in my body rigid in ecstasy as the inner walls of my pussy pulsed and spasmed. He fucked me through it, never stopping. The moment the first orgasm ended, the second began.
“Velik!”
“You’re mine. You’re fucking mine. Mine. Mate. Mine.”
The words matched the rhythm of his cock as it pushed deep. Pulled out. He said them over and over, as if he couldn’t believe them.
“I love you.”
His body went rigid. His cock swelled. Pulsed. Hot seed pumped into my body as he claimed me. Made me his… forever.
Three little words and I’d wrecked him. There was power there. Pleasure.
I’d have to remember that.
When we could breathe, he looked down into my eyes.
His cock swelled deep inside me where we remained joined. He hadn’t left my body and I didn’t want him to. We were connected. One.
My pussy reacted, tightening on his length, pulsing with heat. My heart raced.
