Apparently realizing the same thing, Atria slid across the bench to straddle his lap with a softly murmured, “Let me see you.”
Gentle fingers tilted his chin up. Kaz relaxed against the seat, his eyes heavy-lidded as he took in the sight of his mate framed by the rain pouring down the windshield. His hands found her generous hips, then her luscious thighs left bare by her short dress. Lust crackled to life between them, echoed and amplified by the bond.
Atria’s expression was thoughtful, her brows drawn together and her lips pursed, as she examined his new tattoo. The light was dim at best, but he didn’t need it to see how her cheeks were darkened or how she’d sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
Tangling his left hand into her hair, he gently eased her head backward until those pretty brown eyes met his once more. “How’s it look, princess?”
Atria’s fingers drifted up to stroke his jaw. “It looks like you’re mine.”
If he hadn’t already been testing the tensile strength of his fly, he certainly would have been afterthat.Nothing, not even his mate lounging in their nest stark naked, matched the sheer eroticism of her simple, confident claim.
“I’m yours,” he growled, leaning forward to breathe against her lips. “And you’re mine. Forever. All of you belongs to me.”
Squeezing his jaw, Atria pushed his head back against the leather headrest. She gave his bottom lip a quick, delicious bite before she asked, “Are you finally gonna fuck me in your car, big guy?”
“Only if the rain lasts,” he answered. There was no way he’d risk any of their guards seeing her in a compromising position. Not because he thought she’d care overly much, but because he wasn’t about to fucking share.
“Mm.” Atria slowly ground herself down onto his lap. “Then you’d better make me come fast, huh?”
He flashed his fangs. “Is that a challenge?”
Her lips curved into a smile against his, which only made his cock ache that much worse. Lust was a raging fire in their bond, burning through every rational thought in his mind when she whispered, “Sure is, big guy.”
Her grip on his jaw tightened, holding him still, as she sealed her lips over his in a hungry kiss. He could have broken her hold at any time, but he didn’t want to. It was the biggest godsdamned turn-on in the world when his little mate took control of him like that. He loved it when she was fierce and possessive with him. Gone was the woman who thought she had to beg for every scrap of attention and affection she received.
His Atriatook.
Kaz groaned when she reached between them, deft fingers plucking at his belt, then his fly. He arched his back, tongue sliding against hers, and hastily rucked her dress up around her waist. In a matter of moments, his cock was blessedly free of his jeans and her sleek little panties had been pushed aside. They didn’t break their kiss even once as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of her, savoring the hot silk of her ready cunt.
My mate in my car. The shit of dreams.
Of course, he loved sex with Atria no matter where or how they did it, but there was something special about having her on top. Add onto that the fact that he was finally going to see her thoroughly fucked in his favorite car?Nothing better.
Sitting up on her knees a bit, Atria notched the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly eased herself down. It was a stretch, then apopas his piercing made it through, followed by a smooth glide.
They both groaned as he bottomed out. Their lips moved restlessly, not really kissing but still tasting, breathing one another, as she rocked her hips in a slow-motion wave.
Kaz tightened his grip on her hair, holding her head in place just as she held him, and used his other hand to flutter his fingertips over where they were joined, providing the lightest amount of friction every time she dropped herself back down.
He loved to tease her, but she’d issued a challenge, so he tabled the desire for another time. If everything worked out how he’d like, that time would be in less than an hour, when he took her back home and fucked her against their front door.
Again.
When she rolled her hips back down, Kaz sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and carefully pinched her clitoris between his fingers at the same time. Atria jerked, her thighs spasming, and made a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat as she lost the rhythm.
Her rolling wave grew choppy. Every time she came back down, he gave her another quick pinch. When she began to pant and he felt the walls of her cunt tighten around him, he switched to rubbing fast, hard circles until she finally threw her head back with a soundless cry.
Pleasure turned to a deep, dark pressure at the base of his spine as he watched his mate come, her spine pressed up against the steering wheel.
“Beautiful,”he grated, digging his fingers into her hips so he could lift her up and drag her back down again, sheathing himself to the hilt over and over.
Atria made an inarticulate sound of pleasure as he drove himself home one last time. The pressure released. Pleasure, always so hot and bright and incomparable, was a smoldering fire between them. Her fingers curled around his wrists, holding on tight as they both tried to catch their breath.
Heart pounding, Kaz leaned forward to press a featherlight kiss to the bandage covering Atria’s tattoo. He didn’t think the sight would affect him so much, but it did. When he looked at the chevron now decorating her elegant throat, he didn’t just feel a raw, animal satisfaction. He felt like he’d finally been found.
Her arms curled loosely around his neck when she whispered, “I love you, Kaz.”
Skimming his lips over the slope of her jaw, the curve of her cheek, and then her swollen lips, he replied, “Love you, too, princess. So much.”
