I was already stripping out of my clothes, my cock aching, throbbing with need. I climbed over her, my body pressing hers into the mattress, and kissed her again, deep and hungry. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy slick and hot against my cock, and I groaned, the sensation almost too much.
“You’re mine, my mate. And I’m never letting you go again,” I growled, lining myself up with her entrance.
“Yes! I’m yours,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “Always. Yours.”
I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she cried out, her nails digging into my back. Fuck, she was tight, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then pulled out and slammed back in, hitting her core with every stroke.
“Yes,” she moaned, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. “God, Jess, yes.”
I fucked her like that, hard and fast, my cock driving into her again and again. Her pussy was so fucking wet, her juices coating my cock, dripping down our thighs. I reached between us, rubbing her clit, as she writhed, her pussy pulling me in deeper.
“Fuck Prima. You feel like home.” Her pussy gripped my dick so tight, and I had never felt anything so perfect.
“Come for me,” I growled, my knot swelling at the base of my cock. “Come on my dick, on my knot as I claim you and love you.”
She moaned, deep, her body shuddering, and I almost lost it; my cock pulsed. My knot swelled, and her pussy stretched to accommodate me. I looked down between us, so fucking turned on at the sight of the way she took me.
“Look at you, my mate. My knot has you stretched so perfectly. I can feel you pulling me inside your sweet pussy. I’ve never felt anything so amazing.”
I felt my canines elongate, ready for me to claim her.
“Are you ready for me to claim you, bluebonnet?” I asked her with a feral grin.
She bared her neck to me as her body writhed as much as was possible. “Please, Jess! Mark me as your mate so I’ll be yours forever. I love you!”
“I love you, my mate, my heart, my soul,” I said as my teeth found their mark at the base of her neck and shoulder. We both shattered with my bite. I’d never felt an orgasm like that. I felt our bond snap into place. Her blood filled my mouth, and I drank it down. I licked her wound, and it healed immediately. Then, I bared my neck to her. “Please mark me as your mate.”
Her elongated canines sank into my neck and shoulder, and my orgasm flared to life again. I felt her soul connect with mine. When she released, I saw tears streaming down her face.
“Mine,” I whispered, my voice rough.
“Yours,” she breathed, her hands stroking my back. “Always.”
But it wasn’t over. Not yet. My knot was still locked inside her, and she was still trembling, her body humming with need. Ikissed her again, slow and deep, and started moving, fucking her with shallow thrusts that made her whimper.
“Jess,” she moaned, her hips rocking against mine. “More.”
I gave her more, my cock sliding in and out of her as much as the knot would allow her pussy gripping me like a glove. I felt Harper’s very essence flow through my soul. Her joy, her sadness, everything that was her became a part of me. The years of longing for each other became a part of our souls.
We were a mess, sticky and sweaty and spent, but I didn’t care. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing else mattered. I held her close, my knot still buried inside her, and kissed her forehead.
“Sleep,” I whispered, my voice rough. “I’ve got you.”
She nodded, her eyes drifting shut, and I lay there, watching her, my heart pounding in my chest. She was safe. She was mine. And I’d die before I let anyone take her from me again.
Chapter 16
Harper
The first thing I noticed was the hush. Not just the absence of fear, or the hush that came from living in a world where nothing wanted to eat you alive, but a deeper, almost holy quiet. I was wrapped in Jess’s arms, head pillowed on his chest, his heartbeat thudding beneath my ear in time with the distant ticks of the kitchen clock. For a moment, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I didn’t want to know.
Sunlight crept across the bed in a razor-thin slash, filtered through the split in the window curtains. Dust motes danced like tiny fairies, shifting in the stream of morning light. I reached out, running my hand through the bright, warm band, and themotes scattered and then, just as quickly, realigned. The skin on my wrist looked translucent, veins glowing blue in the gold. When I flexed my fingers, I caught the hint of a tremor—not from fear, but from the sudden, silly giddiness of knowing that this was all real.
I closed my fist and felt the press of Jess’s arm around my waist. His hand cupped my hip, splayed warmth with his thumb resting in the soft hollow at the top of my thigh. There was nothing sexual in the touch—not yet. Just a claim, as old as the world and twice as sure.
“You awake?” he said, voice thick with sleep and something heavier.
I smiled into his chest. “Barely. You?”
