Lukan kissed her back with unrestrained passion, darting his tongue into her mouth and running his hands down her spine. He clutched her ass and drew her against him so she could feel the bulge of his erection.
When she finally pulled away, she smiled. “We’d better start practicing, then.”
It took only moments for them to discard their clothes and crawl onto the bed. Neither of them wanted to wait. Talia was dripping wet, panting with desire to feel Lukan inside her, and his cock was as hard as satin-sheathed steel.
They rolled and tumbled together, touching and tasting, limbs sliding against each other, lips and hands exploring. Their skin heated, heartbeats falling into a syncopated rhythm, breath intermingling.
“I love you so much,” Lukan whispered between swift, sipping kisses to her lips. “I want to mark you and make you mine forever. Please say that I can. You are my heart. I have nothing if I do not have you.”
Talia rolled onto her stomach, baring her back to him. She drew her hair away from her neck, exposing the unblemished skin.
“Mark me,” she said. “I’m already yours. I always have been.”
Lukan growled – a low, rolling, possessive sound. He tucked his fingers beneath Talia’s hips and drew her back and up so she was on all fours, her pink, glistening sex exposed to his hungry gaze.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her, drawing back and lowering his head so he could give her a long, slow lick. She shuddered with desire and pressed back against him, pussy pulsing and wet.
“Lukan…” she pleaded.
He teased her for a long time, flicking his tongue over her clit, then dipping it into her pussy in a dizzyingly intimate French kiss. Talia let her head drop, closing her eyes so she could concentrate on the sensation spiraling through her. Her thighs trembled and she dug her fingers into the coverlet, moaning blissfully as she trembled on the brink of orgasm.
Almost there… Her heart skipped erratically in her chest and every muscle tensed in almost painful expectation of the pleasure to come. Almost…
She groaned with frustration and swore viciously when Lukan pulled away, leaving nothing but cool air against her heated pussy. He gave a low chuckle, but he didn’t leave her frustrated for long. He nuzzled up behind her, his big body warm against her spine, his cock nudging her entrance as he pulled her back against him.
Talia tensed and shuddered as he pushed inside her all the way to the hilt in a single smooth, easy thrust. He cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the taut bud as he rocked his hips, pushing in and out of her greedy body.
Almost at once, orgasm swept over her, saturating every muscle and wringing a wild groan of release from her. Its force left her ragdoll limp, too overwhelmed to do anything but hold on for dear life as Lukan pistoned into her. She came again and again, each wave of pleasure cresting only to be overtaken by another, and her pussy spasmed stickily around his thick cock, drawing staccato, effortful grunts from him as he fucked her.
“Please…” she managed to gasp. “Do it, Lukan. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Lukan nuzzled the side of her throat, licking the skin with the flat of his tongue before taking it between his teeth. Talia moaned with anticipation, then cried out with a mixture of pleasure and sharp, slicing pain as he sank his teeth into her throat.
She spasmed around him, and his fingers dug into her breast hard as he came, his shout of completion muffled by the flesh of her throat, the claiming mark he had laid on her skin.
Epilogue
Talia Anders, Reginar-La of the Wor-Lan clan, executive director of Star Crossed Matchmakers, leaned back in her seat with a smile of satisfaction.
The latest reports were in. In the past month since they’d launched the new dating agency, they’d already made fourteen successful matches. Eight of them with the Thorolf Pack, six with the Wor-Lans. She was sending fewer women, but vetting them much more carefully. Her projections showed that they could expect a few hundred matches a year from now on.
She was getting ready to tell Rosamund about Ilyria, because she wanted to invite her to try Star Crossed’s mating services. She’d held off because Rosamund’s sister was still in nursing school, and she didn’t know if Rosamund would be ready to move to another planet the majority of the time and leave Madison behind. However, Madison was getting ready to graduate soon…maybe she’d be able to convince Madison to give Ilyria a try too.
A plate of home-made cookies sat on her desk, courtesy of Mar-ee and Farex, who were inseparable these days.
As Talia chewed a sweet, gooey chocolate chip cookie, the screen on her desk lit up.
She waved at the face that appeared on the screen. “Hi, Grandad!” she said. “What’s new?”
“Oh, nothing much.” He had a smug look on his face. “Just went fishing.”
She laughed. She knew her grandfather. He was dying for her to ask, so she asked. “How did it go?”
“Just caught a thirty-poundbierlafish, that’s all.” Her grandfather stepped back from the camera to show an enormous purple-scaled fish.
Her grandmother was standing next to him, smiling indulgently. “It’ll be fifty pounds by the time he goes to the next meeting of thebierlafishermen’s club,” she said.
She and Lukan had decided that it made sense to move her family from their sketchy neighborhood on Earth to Ilyria. She had discussed it with her family. If they hadn’t agreed, Lukan would have been obligated to wipe that conversation from their memories, but thankfully, they had agreed. She would be spending the majority of her time on Ilyria, and they wanted to be there with her. They wanted to help raise her cubs.
