I went to collect my mate.
We barely madeit back to our quarters.
Her hands were on me before the door finished closing. Pulling at my clothes, her mouth hot on my throat. “Bed,” she gasped. “Now.”
I lifted her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I carried her the few steps, dropping her onto the mattress. She pulled me down with her, hands tangling in my hair, kissing me like she was trying to climb inside my skin.
“The bond,” she said between kisses. “I can feel what you want. What you need.”
“Can you?”
“Yes.” She rolled her hips against mine, and I groaned. “And I want it too.”
I stripped her clothes away. The black traceries covered her arm and shoulder. Every line my mark. Every swirl proof that she belonged to me, that I belonged to her.
“I’ll never get tired of looking at you,” I said.
“Stop looking and start touching.”
I kissed down her body. Her throat, where the bite mark had healed to a clean scar. Her collarbone. Her breasts, taking one nipple into my mouth while my hand found the other. She arched into me, gasping.
“Kallum...”
“I can feel it,” I said against her skin. “Every time I touch you, I feel your pleasure.”
“Then you know what I want.”
I did. I kissed lower. Her stomach. Her hip. The inside of her thigh. When my tongue found her center, she cried out, and I felt the echo of her pleasure ripple through us both.
“Oh god...” Her grip tightened on the mattress. “It’s different. More intense. I can feel...”
“What I feel.” I licked her again, slow and deliberate. “You feel how much I love this. How much I love tasting you.”
She moaned, her hips rolling against my mouth. I worked her slowly, savoring her, feeling every shudder and clench through our connection. When she came, I felt it too, a ghost of the orgasm that made my whole body shudder.
“More,” she gasped. “I need more.”
I shed my remaining clothes and crawled up her body. She reached for me immediately, wrapping her hand around my cock, stroking.
“I feel how much you want me,” she said.
“Then you know I can’t wait much longer.”
She guided me to her entrance. When I pushed inside, we both gasped. The bond made everything more intense. I felt myself filling her, but I also felt her stretching around me. Every ridge of my cock creating friction that echoed between us.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “I can feel...”
“Everything.” I thrust deeper, and we both moaned. “I feel everything you feel.”
I moved slowly at first, adjusting to the overwhelming feedback. Every stroke sent pleasure cascading between us. Her pleasure became mine became hers, building on itself. By the time I found a rhythm, we were both shaking.
“Harder,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Please, Kallum, harder.”
I gave her what she wanted. Deep, powerful thrusts that had her crying out with every stroke. It wasn’t long before I felt her approaching the edge. Felt her pleasure cresting. And because I felt it, I crested too.
“Together,” I growled against her throat. “Come with me.”
She shattered, screaming my name, and I followed her over. The shared orgasm was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Not just my pleasure or hers, but both, intertwined, amplified, devastating. I collapsed against her, both of us panting, our bodies still joined.
