Cecilia’s hips bucked involuntarily. Instantly, Sloane tightened his jaws on her throat. His free hand bunched in her hair, holding her still.
“Sloane,”she breathed, sweat dewing on her chest.
Her orgasm built quickly from a deep ache to a taut string pulled through her spine, ready to snap. Just when she thought he’d let it happen, he pulled his hand away.
Cecilia gasped, bucking sharply beneath him in reflexive protest. Sloane ripped his razor-sharp fangs away from her throat and used his grip in her hair to firmly turn her head to face him.
“You’re mine, Cece,” he snarled, lining up the swollen head of his cock with her cunt. The stretch of him was intense. The fullnessburned,but it was also the rightest anything had ever felt in her life.
“You’re mine,” he said again, a groan into her waiting mouth this time. He bottomed out with a wet, hungry sound of their bodies coming together. “I can’t let you go.”
“Don’t,” she gasped, lifting her hips. “Don’t let me go.”
His hips ground into hers, almost like he refused to put even an inch of space between them. Looping her arms under his, she anchored him to her, reminding him without words that she wasn’t going anywhere.
Sloane exhaled shakily into her lips. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he drew his hips back. When he rolled forward, it was like two puzzle pieces slotting together — a perfect, tight fit.
Stroke by stroke, every stress of the last few days dissolved. Pleasure was thick and syrupy, as unhurried as his thrusts. They found a steady rhythm that ended as all things needed to: with them together, predator and prey.
When his free hand slipped between their bodies to stroke her in time with those languid strokes, her orgasm wasn’t explosive. The string snapped. She fell, slow and soft, into him.
“That’s it,” she whispered, dragging his sweaty chest against hers. His rhythm picked up as her cunt clenched around him, holding him in a vice she refused to release. “Come for me, baby.”
Sloane turned his face into her hair and breathed deep. His back flexed hard under her hands as he picked up his pace, his rhythm faltering with every increasingly desperate thrust. He locked them together, burying himself as deep as he could as he filled her up.
Cecilia turned her head as much as she could to press soft, comforting kisses to the pulse hammering in his throat. “It’s you and me for good,” she whispered.
A softer purr vibrated his chest as he stirred his hips. “Promise?”
She laughed, soft and giddy. “Promise. I can’t let you go now. What if I require assistance?”
“Then you’ll have it,” he sighed. “Always.”
EPILOGUE II
CONFIDENTIAL
25 October2048
A memo on recent events and recommendations for the members of Fracture from Dr. M. Starsbury, M.D. submitted by request to the Sovereign’s Office:
On 24 October, I was contacted by Captain Le Roy on behalf of the sovereigns for an emergency assessment of Sloane Fortuner and the Starsbury Protocol following the high profile abduction of Cecilia Warren.
After my session with SF, I’m confident that he poses no risk to Miss Warren. Indeed, he displayed marked improvements in engagement, hostility, and verbal communication. It is his belief that the discovery of his consort has had a stabilizing force on him rather than the feared violent upheaval.
This remains to be seen, and it will take more sessions with SF and his consort to determine the long-term effects of the mating bond on him and the unit as a whole.
However, I am tentatively hopeful that this change could positively impact not just SF, but the entire unit,particularly because Miss Warren has shown remarkable skill in communication and social guidance. Should this prove to be the case, it will require a reassessment of the Starsbury Protocol. Even should the results prove mixed, it will have to be adjusted simply due to the impression the events have left on the rest of the unit.
What one does, so too do the others — for better and worse.
Personnel Profile:
CECILIA MARCELLA WARREN
DOB: 2 April 2014
PARENTS: Chiara Alba and Leonard Warren
