The thought of having both of my scent matches’ marks on me fills me with an overwhelming sense of calm. My life has been many things, but calmness is a very foreign feeling, one that I would truly like to experience—immediately.
Cillian scans the door, and when I walk in, tears flood my eyes as I look around the room. There are red rose petals scattered all over the room leading to the bedroom, champagne and strawberries are sitting on the table, and faux candles light the space.
“This is why you needed the hour?” I ask, turning to face the Alpha in question.
He’s put all my bags on the floor as he approaches me and cups my face.
“I want to give you everything, Elena. That’s never changed. From the moment that stupid contract was signed, and I knew we’d be bonded one day, I wanted to give you the world. And when I finally met you and scented you? All I wanted was for you to be mine. I know how we got here wasn’t perfect, but I wanted this moment to be.”
I blink up at him; this tightening feeling clenches in my chest, and I realize what it means.
“I love you,” I whisper.
The smile that takes over his face is bright and lovely. “I love you too.”
His hand grabs my throat softly as his lips meet mine. The anticipation has my heart racing and my thighs pressing together in need.
Cillian glides his hand from my throat to my pussy, where he cups me.
“Tell me,mo stór. Do you still want something soft and romantic?”
“No, I want you how you are, Cillian.”
“Dress off and bend over the bed,” he directs as he walks me backward toward the bed.
I swallow thickly, grabbing the hem of my dress and frantically tugging the material over my head.
Cillian is still fully dressed. Although he’s not wearing a suit like he did at the club, and I can’t decide which I like more. Him in expensive Italian or dressed down in slacks and a vacation button-up? Both are mouth-watering.
I turn, placing my palms on the soft bed as his hand trails down my spine, his fingertips grazing over all the bruises from my heat.
He smacks my ass lightly, and I gasp.
“You’re perfect. None of this is your fault.”
He spanks me again, and I sigh, remembering the last time he took my guilt away. How does he know when we aren’t bonded?
“No guilt. Only this, only us, Elena.”
Only this, only us.
Nothing else matters.
He spanks me one more time; it isn’t hard, almost complete pleasure as the sting of his hand fades from my ass.Cillian’s teeth drag down my spine and lower back until he bites down on my panties and pulls them down my legs.
He playfully bites my ass while squeezing another cheek. “Part of me wants to bond you here. But I need people to see it. See how mine you are,mo stór.”
“Please, Cillian.”
“You’re so fucking sweet sometimes. It makes me hard.”
He accentuates this by rubbing his hard, clothing-covered length against the crease of my ass.
“I wanted my bond mark on you more than I wanted my knot in that sweet little pussy since the first time I scented you.”
I keen, my back arching as the sound of him undressing makes my heart rate speed up. His fingers trail through my slick, sliding my wetness over my clit and making me moan.
The sharp sting of his slightly wet palm meeting my ass has me arching my back again before he grips my hips and turns me over.
