“After. After you mate me. You can lick while I suck, just like… just like…”
“Our first time together.” He gazes down at me and there’s such adoration in his gaze. Finally, he nods, and I grab his cock, guiding it to my entrance.
He thrusts forward, spearing me inch by thick inch. I hiss in pleasure at the stretch of him, and, saints, every time is just as perfect as our first. He drives into me and for a moment, all we do is catch our breath, connected in the most intimate of ways.
When he moves, I move with him.
He draws out of me, and I chase his hips, thrusting up against him. We move together like we were made to, like we’re one.
More than alpha and omega, together we’re magic. Skin and slick and heat and magic.
He makes love to me like I’m the most precious thing in the whole world, and like I did the first time we moved together like this, I find belonging in his arms. No matter where I am, no matter what I face, I willalwaysbelong with him, in his arms, breathing in his wine-and-cherries scent.
We reach our peaks together, and I plead for his knot, and when he gives me that, stretching me so perfectly, locking me to him, I plead for his bite.
He takes my hand, kisses the scars that circle my wrists, presses a kiss to my palm and then he bites, right between my wrist and the base of my thumb. I arch at the pain and pleasure that slam through me, and then our bond falls into place, as perfect as the wind in my hair as we tear down Deer Island’s coast on his motorcycle, as perfect as failed picnics and nights spent beneath the stars, and every plan we’ve made to see the world together.
This alpha is mine, forever mine, and I am his.
Love and desire flood through our bond. I don’t know if they’re his or mine until, as he rocks his knot inside me, I realize they’reours. Our love, our heat, the pleasure we chase together as he thumbs my clit. I come, pulsing around his knot, and as I do, he rolls us until he’s on his back and I’m straddling him, never once letting go of my hand.
“I need to see you,” he says, his voice husky with desire.
He licks the wound of my bite clean, and each pass of his tongue sends a spark of that exquisite pain and pleasure through me.
“Again. Please, Juniper, again. Fuck, I canfeelyou,” he groans.
Not just the way I squeeze around his knot, but through our bond, he feels the ecstasy I find as I move against him. He feels every electric jolt that lances through me, and with a growl of desire, he slips a hand between us and works my clit, throwing his head back and groaning with every touch.
When I come again, he follows me over the edge with a second orgasm of his own and, fuck, I didn’t even know an alpha coulddothat, but the jerky, desperate way he moves his knot inside me as he comes is divinely perfect pleasure.
As we lie together, that pleasure softens into the sweetest, purest love. It fills me up and, saints, it feels like too much love for our two bodies.
“My alpha, my mate,” I breathe, nuzzling his nose with mine. “I love you.”
“Mate,” he repeats, and there’s awe in his voice and wonder in his sea green eyes. “My mate. Juniper, I love you. So much. Mine. My brave, brilliant princess. My perfect mate.”
He brushes another kiss over his bite, and a frisson of desire slips down my spine.
“Why there?” I ask.
“Sometimes you play with the ring I made you when you’re anxious and it seems to bring you comfort. I thought, if you could see my bite, if you could touch it, it might do the same.”
I snuggle closer. “It will. It does. Thank you, Luca.” I pause. “I saw your bite in a premonition the day after you came to Rose Manor, and I snuck out to skate with you.”
“You did?”
“I didn’t know it would be yours, but I hoped. Hawthorn took me into the old conservatory at Rose Manor. Apparently, I’d destroyed it years before, when my father took me away to lock my magic.”
Luca lets out a low growl. “I loathe that man.”
“I’m going to burn Rose Manor to the ground. I saw it in my premonition.” I tell him what I saw then, how the vision flickered between past and future, how magic danced between my fingertips, how the silvery scars of his bite stood out against my skin.
“You will,” he says. “Because you’re my badass princess. And fuck, I’ll bring the gasoline.”
“We’ll ride away, off into the sunset, on the back of your bike as smoke billows behind us.”
“Ride off to our next fight and kick some more ass.”
