She bites her lip, and her mating scent hits me hard. My cock twitches as I stalk around toward her.
With a little cry, she jumps onto the bed and tries to crawl to the other side.
I grab her ankle and yank her back, the shirt riding up and showing me the peach I’m about to ripen.
“Bad Xalana.” I grip her shirt and yank. The seams rip down the sides, and the yellow fabric falls away.
“Gareth!” she squeals and tries to pump her legs again, to escape my hold.
I laugh. She’s caught. There is nothing and no one that can save her now. Pulling her toward me, I sit on the bed, then drape her across my lap. With one hand on the back of her neck, I use my other to feel her smooth skin, the curve of her ass.
She grunts a little and struggles.
I pop her fast and sharp with my palm. Her squeal sends heat skittering across my skin.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m going to be good.” She wriggles some more, so I pop her again, the sweet sting of my palm a particular delight.
“My Xalana is never good.” I rub her ass to take away the pain, then run my fingers lower. Her wetness coats my fingertips, and I bring them to my mouth for a lick. Perfect. Her wild rainstorm scent is heightened, and I can feel her exhilaration through the bond.
When I slap her ass again in three hard blows, she yells, then moans as I slide my fingers inside her tight cunt.
“My Xalana makes agreements without consulting me.” I pulse my fingers in and out. “She remains utterly saucy despite my efforts to tame her.”
She pants, her wriggles subsiding, her attention focusing on my fingers as I stretch her and spread her wetness all along her lips.
“I was just …” She moans as I press deeper. “Just trying to—”
I smack her ass again, my fingers leaving wet streaks on her now-pink skin.
She howls as I press my palm on her upper back, keeping her bent across my thighs. Another hard smack, and then I reach down and stroke her clit.
Her moan goes straight to my cock as I press my finger to her nub, then circle it faster and faster. When her hips begin to shake, I pull back and plunge inside her again. Her body jerks, but I keep her steady. My fingers are just a warmup.
“Gareth, please. I-I won’t be bad again.” She digs her nails into my calf.
“Liar.” I smack her ass one more time, the resulting cry from her lighting an inferno in my veins.
Pulling her up, I cage her in my arms and run my fangs along her back. Her whimper is too much. I’m desperate to sink into her in every way that counts. I push her face-first onto the bed, then crawl on top of her.
Lifting her hips, I give her two more heavy-handed smacks, the kind that singe a little.
“Gareth!” She howls into the crimson covers as I line up and push hard inside her. Her howl turns into a moan, and I think I might have found the Glowing Lands. Her body is perfect beneath me, the punishment turning her skin a beautiful red and bringing out a sheen of sweat that I want to lick off her.
Leaning down, I do just that as I give her only a moment to get used to me. She squeezes me in her wet slit, every bit of her made for me as I am made for her.
I pull out and slam back inside, the sound loud and erotic.
She grips the blanket in her small white hands as I grip her hips and start a punishing rhythm. I want her to feel me for days, to remember each one of my strokes as we fight and struggle in the mines. Because my mate will always be mine. I’ve claimed her, and now I will enjoy her in every way I can.
“My beloved.” I bend over her and run my fangs along her shoulder.
She turns her head so I can get a look at her warm brown eyes. “Harder,” she whispers.
My cock kicks at the word, and I give her every inch again and again until her hands are braced against the headboard and her back is bowed, the curve of her body like a fine instrument.
With a quick strike, I bite her shoulder. Her hips freeze, and her core squeezes me as she comes on a low moan. I pump into her, heightening each roll of pleasure, enjoying each moment of constriction as her body grabs mine in tight bursts.
She’s too much, and I get back to my knees with both hands on her hips. I ride her hard, almost cruelly, as my seed rushes into my shaft. With a groan I come, coating her with me as her body unfurls, our souls dancing with each other, our instincts demanding we honor the bond physically as well as spiritually.
