Her pussy flooded with wet heat when she couldn’t break free. The musky scent of her desire made me delirious. My dick was rock hard and ready, pre-cum leaking from the tip as my balls ached with the need to fill her up. Come inside her. Mark her. Claim her.
I closed the matching cuffs around my wrists and took off my clothes as she watched every move. Licked her lips. Panted like a wild animal who’d been cornered.
I pressed forward and crushed her against the wall like I’d been starving for her for years. Because I had. My hands slid over her body, explored every curve. I didn’t care that her beast pulsed with something not quite human. I didn’t care that her skin glowed, or that her true strength was suddenly twicemine. I kissed her like a drowning man—hard, deep, so fierce it should’ve left bruises.
She kissed me back with that same fire, mouth savage against mine, her clawed hands curling into fists. Whimpers of frustration left her throat as if she couldn’t get close enough.
I knew what she wanted. Needed. I’d done a lot of research about Atlan mating rituals during those two long days she’d been unconscious, when they couldn’t tell me if she was going to live or die. Make me whole or destroy me forever.
I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment, for her, my entire life.
I lifted her hips and settled her bottom on a custom indent that formed a partial seat in the wall. Then I leaned in and closed my mouth over her molten core. Fucked her with my tongue. Tasted and claimed as I rubbed her clit with one hand and squeezed and fondled her nipples with the other. Worked her until she came apart.
Thrust my dick deep before the walls of her pussy stopped pulsing.
Lyra
He loved me.
He put mating cuffs on our wrists. Claimed us.
Saw our true nature, the beast, and wanted us anyway. Wasn’t afraid of our claws.
I am beautiful. Mate agrees.My beast was a tempest of love and lust inside my mind. There was no separating the two emotions. My body was his. My desire was his. Every cell in my body responded to his touch. Only him. He was mine now.Cuffed. Mated. Claimed. His tongue in our pussy. His hands on our body. Touching. Teasing.
The cry that left my throat when the orgasm took me was not Atlan. It was feral. Primal. A beast enjoying her mate’s attention. Craving him. She would never get enough. Never desire another. She would kill for him, protect him, obsess and care for him every moment for the rest of her life. He washers.
And he was mine.
Ethan shifted, filled me with his cock, held me in place, his hips thrusting. Lifting me. Fucking me so hard my breasts bounced and my pussy ached. My beast was in control, her needs wild and instinctive.
She wanted to bite. Touch. Suck and lick and taste. She was powerful. Demanding. Impossible to control. I couldn’t control her. Couldn’t stop her.
He did. Our mate had us laid out like a feast. My beast couldn’t break free. Couldn’t fight or direct him.
She could only surrender.
He kissed me as he fucked me. His hands wrapped around my hips, tilted my pelvis so he could go deeper. Faster.
Gods, he was fucking magnificent.
Mine. Mine. Mine.The beast practically sang the word in my mind. Over and over. Every thrust of his hips drove her closer to release. To complete submission.
We needed him. His strength. His patience. His courage. His love.
We weren’t alone anymore. Would never be alone again. Never.
When he died, we would follow. My beast would not survive without him. She was strong, but I was broken. By grief. By loss. By chasing ghosts for too many years. Even knowing Kovo was alive would not be enough to satisfy her. Kovo had a mate. My beast was unique in the universe. Completely and utterly alone.
She needed Ethan. A mate. Someone who would never leave us. Never choose another. Without him she did not have a reason to exist. A mate to protect. Purpose. He was our purpose now.
His kiss was a drug on our lips, addictive. His hands were everywhere. His cock was thick and buried deep.
A keening cry left the beast’s throat as she came, the spasms in our pussy clamped down on Ethan’s cock, squeezed him like a fist.
He followed me over the edge, his pleasure a low, rumbling moan that made my beast wild. I needed to hear him make that sound again. That sound was mine. His seed was mine. His heat and touch and love were mine. I was greedy. Hungry for him. I wanted more. Needed more.
My beast agreed. “Mine. Mate.”
