The singular energy at the core of Garrett Kayrs was fully on display, and she was transfixed. There was nobody like him, including the king and the other immortals. Her breath quickened, and her body softened even more in response. She tried to regain control of her body, or at least her mind. She held up a hand. “But no to the discussion in the morning.”
His smile flashed dangerous teeth. “The morning discussion isn’t up for debate. Mate or not, you’ll never put yourself in danger like that again.” He traced her thigh with one finger. “I’ll have your promise on that. Later.”
They’d see about that. She sat up and reached for him, scratching her nails along the ridges in his abs. He was hard and throbbing, and she tentatively slid her fingers along his penis, wondering again how that had fit inside her.
He groaned. “You can play later.” Bending, he cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth. Then he lifted her up onto the bed and covered her, kissing her into a frenzy before he spent time on her breasts and stomach, his heated mouth claiming every inch of her. As if he couldn’t help himself, he moved down her again and tortured her clit, driving her up but not letting her reach that pinnacle. He kept her on the edge until tears filled her eyes and she was begging, yanking on his thick hair.
Finally, he lifted his head, and his fangs dropped. Right above her mound.
She stilled.
He slid a hand beneath her hips and flipped her over, roughly yanking her onto her hands and knees. Her nails curled into a pillow, and she braced herself, needing him more than her next breath. Breathing was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered in the entire world was him behind her. He clamped his hands on her hips and drove into her.
Hard.
He shoved through her tight body, forcing her to accept all of him. So big and so full. Consuming. She stretched around him, and her breath caught in her throat. She threw her head back and felt the strands of her hair fall on her shoulders. Every inch of her skin was sensitized. His deadly hand was instantly at her nape, his fingers tangling in her curls in that way he had.
Fully embedded in her, he slowly, deliberately, drew her head up, forcing her buttocks against his groin and her spine to elongate. To arch. Her breasts brushed a pillow, adding to the sensations bombarding her.
Then his abs were against her butt and his heated breath at her ear. “Tell me, Destiny. Who do you belong to?” The low, possessive tone rolled right to her sex, and she clenched around him. His fingers tightened.
She couldn’t see. Couldn’t think. But he was asking for everything. For all of her. There’d be nothing left. A primitive part of her, one she’d never known, rose to the surface. Hot and bright. Barely able to move, she still tried to jerk her head. Then she tightened her body and gripped him inside her with an impressive strength.
His hiss of breath warmed her ear. “Not good enough. Say the words, kitten.” It was a command and nothing less. He pulsed inside her, balls deep, holding them both so close to the edge they might get cut. The next twist of his wrist turned her head so she could see him from the corner of her eye. “Now.”
The fight against surrendering was real. She instinctively understood. There’d be no going back, no matter what. She’d be in Garrett’s world from then on. Oh, she’d be the center of it, but he’d demand submission, and she knew it. “I—I can’t,” she gasped.
“You will.” He pulled out and powered back into her, his hold keeping her from plowing into the headboard. Leaning down, he flicked her ear with one fang.
She shivered. “Garrett.” The need hurt. All of her hungered for him. To have all of him forever, as long as that was for her.
“Yeah.” He placed a gentle kiss behind her ear, and it shot right to her heart. “I need the words, sweetheart. I’ll have them. And you.”
Acceptance filtered through her along with a release of fear. “I’m yours, Garrett Kayrs. Always will be.” For as long as she had.
The next kiss to her temple was soft. Then he levered himself up, manacled both her hips, and powered into her. Hard and fast, furious in motion, he pushed her over the edge. Before she could catch her breath, she was climbing again, her body at the mercy of his. He plundered her, hammering so fast she could only close her eyes and feel.
Sensations, so many, took her over. Pleasure and pain, wildness and hunger, need and want. They all took her, making him part of her forever. He grunted above her, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the night. She mewled against the comforter, her arms giving out and dropping her chest to the pillow. He positioned her head to the side so she could breathe.
Sparks and fire uncoiled inside her, reaching from her core to her extremities. She cried out, her body shaking, the climax so powerful heat swept through her with burning intensity. Pain flashed on her hip and then sharper agony at her neck when his fangs pierced her flesh. They dug down, forever marking her bone.
Pain and pleasure collided, and she closed her eyes to let the orgasm take her. Completely.
He jerked inside her, filling her.
She mumbled something. Could’ve been anything.
He kissed her on her nape, right in the center. Right on the Key inside the butterfly. Then he withdrew, and her body jerked in denial. He flipped her over and kissed her, his big body bracketing hers.
She kissed him back, sliding her arms around his neck.
He leaned back and eyed her, his gaze still intense. “Let’s handle the discipline now before we go on to round two of this mating. I like you wearing my mark.”
She rolled her eyes, stretching against all of that hard muscle. “I made a mistake.” Although she’d almost gotten Ulric to bite her.
“Yeah, and you won’t do it again,” Garrett said, the statement not sounding like a suggestion.
She shrugged.
