Page 2 of His to Mate

“Just a headache that some food will cure. Shall we head to the dining room?” She had to pretend she was eager for food, but her hunger for him was something she didn’t have to fake at all. As soon as their eyes met, it was there between them, hot and alive. But on hold. Until they’d had their dinner. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she linked her arms with his when he stood.

“If the food doesn’t cure it, I know something that might.” His words were a silky whisper above her ear, and she leaned into his shoulder.

“Hm, I bet you do.” She turned to face him, a flirtatious smile in place. “But food first.”

They walked together, hand in hand, to the dining room. Five years ago, any other 20-year-old American woman would be freaking out about being forced to marry an alien. Especially one that had come to her in her dreams before she’d even met him. But that was five years, and an entirely different world, ago. She’d survived the Earth’s greatest cataclysm since humanity first learned to stand upright. She’d lived in a bunker and watched as a new ice age came, then went, in the blink of an eye.

Since they’d left their home all those years ago, Ann had learned to adjust, to think on her feet, and most importantly, to adapt. Sometimes that was the best direction to go in, to wait and see, to go with the flow instead of fighting against the tide. It didn’t hurt that Rager was drop-dead gorgeous with a talent for all things… pleasurable.

Ann’s smile went from a mask to hide her real thoughts to one of honest desire. She glanced at him as they sat down at the table and a wolf servant came in to fill their glasses with cold water. A bottle of wine sat at Rager’s elbow, already opened and ready to pour. She glanced around the now familiar room.

It was softly lit, full of dark woods and antique luxury, a dining room that could host a statesman or a celebrity. The table filled the room, a massive thing that she could climb on and crawl across for a few feet before she got to the end. Or to her mate.

Her eyes flicked to Rager and she felt the heat that now made her cheeks glow. He’d created a monster within her, one that was hungry, even when it was asleep. For a few minutes he could fill that monster, put it to rest, but it didn’t take long before the monster was hungry again.

She’d had no idea that thoughts of sex could fill your head so very much. Before she’d started to dream about him, she’d sometimes had sex dreams, and she’d had the occasional fantasy about Rex, but she hadn’t been so… hungry. Her need for him was more than want, it was a real need, something that sometimes distracted her, even when she was busy.

“You know if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to eat, don’t you? And I’m very hungry, my dear.” His deep voice was soft, yet she could still hear the gravelly huskiness of it.

Her heart skipped a beat and she looked at him, brown eyes met orange, and before she knew it, she was on her feet and doing just what she’d thought about a moment ago. She crawled along the table until her face was right in front of his. The monster inside had broken free and rather than subservient, she felt incredibly powerful.

With a careful hand, she pushed the wine behind her, along with his tableware and the glass. Carefully, she moved until her feet were on the arms of his chair. With a teasingly lifted brow, she brought her gaze to his, despite the blush on her cheeks, and leaned back on her right hand. “Then we can’t let you go hungry now, can we?”

“Oh. Indeed, we can’t.” His tongue flicked across his lips and his eyes went down. “I won’t go hungry at all with that pretty pussy to eat, will I?”

“I don’t think you will.”

He tapped a device on his arm and gave an order. “Hold dinner until I say otherwise.”

To her surprise, Rager pushed his chair back to make room and dropped to his knees in front of her. With a guttural grunt, he pulled her legs up close to his head, until she was situated just right for his attention. She felt his hot breath first, along her right thigh, before it wafted over her damp skin. She was always ready for him; this moment was no different.

“Show me what you want, Ann. Guide me. Take what you want.” His orange eyes were two flames in his face, and they drew her in.

“I want…” her bravado faltered, and she swallowed hard. He’d said to show him. Her left hand came up and reached for his hair.

He’d never been cruel to her. He’d never hurt her. The idea that this was a test, that he’d take her hand in his in anger was silly. He’d never given her reason to even think that thought. Another hard swallow and she let her fingers tighten in his dark hair before she guided his head… down.

“Here, I want you here.” Her voice was ragged, laced with desire and fear as her heart raced in her chest.

“Then that’s what you shall have, Ann.” His lips played over her delicate skin as he spoke, and her hips jerked to meet the promised touch. “Mm, you smell delicious, Ann.”

His tongue flicked out and lapped at her skin, a slide of wet heat that made her breath catch in her chest. She couldn’t stop the low moan that started deep in her chest, a sound of deep pleasure. When his tongue curled around that blissful spot that made her toes curl against the chair, she fell back against the table and jutted her hips so that his tongue would press harder against it.

“Right there, don’t move, just,” Ann paused as he did something that made her nails clench against the cold, hard surface of the oak table. “Don’t stop.”

She heard the sound of his satisfaction at her response and felt the hum of it as a new thrill against her sensitive skin. He had only touched her there, but already the world had zoomed into nothing more than him, her, and his tongue on her clit.

There were no more words as he worked her expertly, with no fumbled caresses, only the sure touch of a man that knew exactly what he was doing. Her hips started to dance in time with his tongue, and that ache started to work into her blood, into every organ in her body as she waited, just there. She only needed a moment longer, she thought, and realized she was holding her breath.

Just one more second, was her last thought as she took a deep breath and the world became nothing more than liquid pleasure that rolled throughout her body straight into her brain. She gasped his name as her back arched off the table. She couldn’t help it, her body moved by instinct alone as it reached to prolong that second of euphoria. She gasped when another wave shook her, and her body twisted when it came yet again. She’d wanted to show him who was in control, she wanted to break his control, but as she rode yet another wave to that dark place that only real pleasure can take you to, she knew she had lost.

Rager was the one in control, and nothing could change that. Good thing she didn’t mind being the loser, she thought with a satisfied grin.