CHAPTER 19
Frankie
I watch his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows, his shoulders tensing beneath my hands. My chest tightens, waiting for him to process those three words.
Is it possible he was thinking of a different set of words? Did I say the wrong thing?
Finally, Zarreth lifts me off his lap, carrying me toward the bedroom. Laying me on the bed, he takes a step back, running his fingers through his hair. “Are you sure about this? It’s not too late to change your mind.”
Why is he asking me this? Is he the one changing his mind? Just as doubt creeps in, I look into his tender gaze. The warmth in his eyes gives me the courage to say it again.
“I love you,” I breathe.
He closes his eyes like he’s savoring the moment. “Say it again, Frankie.”
My voice trembles with anticipation. “I love you, Zarreth.”
He walks over, taking my hand in his, pulling me up, so I’m kneeling on the bed. With his eyes burning into mine, he asks, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to contain my emotions.
And with that, Zarreth unleashes what little control he has left. Gripping my jaw, he pulls me toward him, catching me by surprise. His warm mouth is instantly on mine as I surrender to the moment.
I moan as he sucks on my tongue before biting my lower lip. My nails sink into his back, pulling him closer, allowing me to feel the heat radiating off his body.
He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. He trails his tongue down my neck before gripping the collar of my shirt, tearing it apart. The ripped fabric lands on the floor, along with my bra.
He inhales sharply, taking in my breasts. His eyes flicker from pitch black to glowing amber. The bulge in his pants grows larger as the word ‘beautiful’ escapes his lips. It’s so quiet I’m not sure if I’m meant to hear it.
I lay back on the bed as Zarreth pulls my jeans off, leaving me in a white thong. His tongue runs over my hips and thighs, driving me absolutely wild, exploring every inch of my body except where I desperately need him most.
Why is he taking his time torturing me? Bucking my hips toward his mouth, my body trembles with need.
He gives me a wicked smile. “So impatient,” he teases before biting my hip.
He slowly works his way toward my breasts, grazing his teeth over my flesh, making me cry out with each bite. The anticipation of waiting for those sudden sharp stings makes me wet.
He continues nipping at me as his hand wraps around my neck and squeezes, making it difficult to breathe. I panic trying to pull his hand away, even though a rush of exhilaration moves through my body. He loosens his grip. No! Don’t stop!
“Please,” I beg, needing the thrill. “I want this.”
Smirking, he brings his hands back to my throat, giving me what I so desperately crave. His fingers tighten, cutting off my air, as he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Black spots swarm my vision; my pulse races. What if he doesn’t let go in time? I pull at his hands again, but instead of releasing me, he sinks his teeth into my nipple. Oh my God. My legs begin to quiver, fiery need building between them.
Zarreth finally releases his grip sending blood rushing back to my head as waves of pleasure crash over me like a storm. My short, ragged breaths turn to moans as everything blurs, leaving an overwhelming sensation of euphoria.
I’m still shaking from the orgasm as Zarreth continues teasing me, giving me no chance to recover. Again, he touches me everywhere, except where I want it most, his mouth barely brushing against my wet panties as he moves from one thigh to the other.
“Please, Zarreth, touch me.” I’m so turned on, already heading toward another orgasm.
“I am touching you,” he taunts, licking his lips. Damnit, I need that mouth on me.
“You know what I mean,” I say in frustration, trying to push my hips up.
A grin spreads across his face. “I need you to say it.”
I’m too embarrassed to voice what I need, but his mouth is mere inches from where I want him, and I feel like I might die if he doesn’t give in.
“Touch between my legs.” I nibble my lower lip, hoping my words are enough to make him give in. Instead, he stands, moves the chair in the corner of my room next to my bed, and sits back.
No, come back! What is he doing?
“Take your panties off,” he orders. “And spread your legs wide for me. I want to see what’s mine.”
My face heats with embarrassment, but I do as I’m told, putting myself on full display. I’m so humiliated. No one has ever seen me quite this exposed before.
He zeroes in on my most private parts like a predator zoning in on his prey. His gaze is so intense, I lose my nerve and press my thighs together.
“Keep your legs open, Frankie,” he growls, taking his shirt off and undoing his jeans. “I won’t tell you again.”
Whimpering, I spread my legs once more. How can I be so mortified and turned on at the same time?
Zarreth’s eyes fill with lust as he takes me in, making me feel like Aphrodite. I start to relax, knowing I’m responsible for that look.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Frankie. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine.”
I can’t say that! I’ve never been good at dirty talk. “I-I’m yours,” I stutter nervously.
The corner of his mouth briefly tips up. “You will always be mine, little one, but right now I’m talking about your pussy.”
My face turns hot, insecurity threatening to overtake me as I think about how inexperienced I am.
“Look at me,” Zarreth demands, pulling his cock from his pants and stroking himself a few times. I’ve never seen a more mouth-watering sight. “Do you see how hard I am for you? Do you see how much I want you? Never doubt the effect you have on me.”
Standing, he steps out of his jeans and kneels by the bed. He pulls me down so my hips are on the edge, my legs resting over his shoulders. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can see him.
“Your pussy is mine. I love the way it smells. I love the way it looks. And I definitely love the way it tastes. Now, say it.”
I finally give in. “My pussy is yours.”
Zarreth grins, his eyes glimmering with amusement. Finally, I lay back, preparing to feel his tongue on my clit, when he pushes my knees into my armpits and places his tongue further back than expected. Oh no! I struggle, trying to pull away when I realize what he’s doing.
Zarreth holds me in place. “Do you need me to tie you up? I was going to save that for another time, but I would be more than happy to oblige.”
“No! Please,” I exclaim even though my inner vixen is screaming at me for denying her the experience.
“Then stay still,” he commands, holding me down. He licks me again, sliding his tongue all the way from my backside to my clit, making my entire body shiver. Pulling back the hood, he laps at the little nub with the flat part of his tongue, pleasure building until I’m ready to explode.
Yes! This is exactly what I need. “Oh my God. Please don’t stop,” I beg, my swollen clit greedy for more attention.
Zarreth flicks his tongue, my body jerking with each pass. I press harder into his mouth, rubbing myself all over his face, soaking his chin.
Pushing two fingers inside me, he begins moving them in and out, making me moan as my back arches. He bites my clit, holding it between his teeth as I come, bucking my hips until the last wave of my orgasm subsides.
Zarreth looks at me, licking his fingers clean, giving me a wicked smile. “I will own every inch of you by the end of the night.”
Kneeling on the bed, he flips me over, so I’m on my knees and elbows. Plunging two fingers into me, he purrs, “Rub your clit for me, Melita .”
I rest my head on my forearm to support myself so I can rub my clit. I can’t believe how sensitive it is. I nearly come again after just a few strokes.
Spreading my wetness between my ass cheeks, he moves his finger over my hole. I jerk away when I realize what he’s doing.
Smack! My backside stings, the slap much harder than last time. He leans forward, whispering in my ear again, “Your body is mine. If you pull away from me again, I will spank you again. Do you understand?”
My body tenses. “I’m scared.”
Zarreth grabs my hips, pulling me back so my ass is completely exposed to him again. “I can’t promise to be gentle, but I will stop whenever you want. Now tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I whisper.
“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he rumbles, sliding two fingers into me, curling them in a come-hither motion with the perfect amount of pressure. Moaning, I grind myself against his palm as heat gathers in my core.
“That’s good, baby. Just relax.” Using his other hand, he spreads the slickness between my legs to my rear entrance once more.
I close my eyes, taking a deep inhale. As I release my breath, he pushes a finger inside me. A cross between a moan and a scream escapes my lips. It fucking hurts, but instead of panicking, I force my muscles to loosen.
His finger moves in and out to the same pattern as the fingers rubbing my G-spot. I rock my hips as another orgasm builds inside me. Reaching between my slippery thighs, I begin rubbing my clit again.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you touch yourself.”
My breathing becomes erratic. My insides tighten around both of his fingers as he continues moving them, drawing a scream of pure ecstasy from my mouth. “Yes, yes!” I collapse on my stomach, my legs shaking as the effects of my orgasm linger.
“Holy shit,” I pant, rolling onto my back.
Zarreth chuckles as he climbs on top of me. “I’m glad you liked it because next time it will be my cock instead of my finger.”
I squeak, unable to tell if he’s joking. The scary thing is, I’m not sure if I want him to be.
He plants gentle kisses on my forehead, my eyelids, the sides of my mouth. The look in his eyes as they meet mine holds nothing but pure adoration. “I love you, Frankie. I knew you were mine the second I laid eyes on you.”
My heart swells as I savor this moment. I can’t believe he’s mine; this amazing man who feels like home. “I love you, too, Zarreth.”
I lose myself in the depth of his glowing eyes as he reaches down, positioning himself, pressing against my entrance. “Are you sure?”
I know he’s not asking for consent to enter me. This isn’t just about sex; it’s something much deeper, something that will connect us until our last breath. There is no use fighting what’s between us. I know in my heart we’re mates.
I grab the back of his neck, pulling him in as I crash my lips against his. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Zarreth holds both sides of my head, our eyes locking, as he pushes the tip inside me. “Oh God.”
A sharp sensation overwhelms me. I’m not a virgin, but holy shit! How is that just the tip? There’s no way he’ll fit inside me.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.” Zarreth rests his forehead against mine.
The muscles on his back bulge as he wrestles for control, pushing deeper into me, making me cry out.
He pauses, letting my body adjust. “Breathe in, baby.”
When I do, he pushes himself the rest of the way in, my muscles instinctively tightening around him. I wince as every inch fills me, stretching me to my limits.
Zarreth sees my reaction. “Are you okay?”
I nod, urging him to keep going. His cock slowly moves in and out of me. I know he’s holding back so he doesn’t hurt me, but I need all of him.
“Please fuck me, Zarreth,” I whisper in his ear.
His face darkens. “I don’t want to hurt you, Melita .”
I grab a hold of his horns, whispering, “I want you to hurt me.”
A low growl leaves Zarreth’s throat. He pulls halfway out before slamming into me, my head just barely missing the headboard. I dig my nails into his back, holding on as he pounds into me, each thrust igniting a fire deep inside me.
Trailing my hands up his back, feeling his muscles ripple, my palms begin to tingle as a bright white light radiates from my palms to my fingertips. I swear our souls leave our bodies, combining into one as he continues to fuck me over and over, in and out. I arch my back, screaming Zarreth’s name as another orgasm crashes over me, leaving me breathless.
I open my eyes, startled when I see flames dancing in his. Veins bulge from his muscles, and for the first time, I see his fangs.
My heart beats heavily in my chest. “Zarreth?”
“I’m sorry,” he says through gritted teeth.
Oh no! My stomach drops.
We’re not mates.
Why else would he be apologizing?
Of course we’re not mates. Look at him. Why would a sexy six-hundred-year-old demon be mated to a twenty-two-year-old mousy human.
Just as my heart crumbles, he says, “I’m so sorry, Melita . I can’t hold back any longer.”
What did he say? He was holding back? I barely have time to register his words when he flips me over, grabbing my hips. Fucking me hard from behind, he pulls noises from my lips that don’t even resemble something of this world.
I grab the headboard, holding on for dear life. The entire bed slides with each thrust until the bed frame breaks, the corner falling to the floor.
Zarreth tightens his grip, pulling my hips toward him, as he continues slamming into me, forcing my teeth to clench so they don’t shatter.
A loud roar fills the room before Zarreth sinks his fangs into my neck. A sharp sting ignites my senses, creating a heady rush. My heart races as I wait for pain to come, but all I feel is intense pleasure coursing through my entire body as he claims what’s his.
“Mine,” he growls before biting into my flesh again, finding his release, as he holds himself inside me. His cum filling me completely while I tighten around him, drawing him deeper as we become one.
We collapse, an overwhelming sensation washing over us, leaving me breathless and trembling, as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.
I am his and he is mine. We’re mated. For the first time in my life, I feel truly wanted.
I don’t know how much time passes before reality sets in. It takes me a minute to realize we’re covered by a heavy blanket. Zarreth kisses me as he repeats one word: mine.
I turn to look at him and notice it’s not a blanket keeping me warm. It’s something else. Something I have never felt before. He moves to help me sit, and I discover what has enveloped us.
I sob loudly, taking in the beautiful male before me. His eyes are black. His muscles look larger, if that’s even possible, and his horns are at what I assume is full length now. But what catches my attention the most are the beautiful black wings jutting out from Zarreth’s back.
They drape behind him, deep ebony with threads of crimson weaving through like intricate veins. Reaching out tentatively, my fingers brush against the smooth leather-like texture.
I crawl onto his lap. “Zarreth.” His name falls from my lips as I stare in awe. With his wings wrapped around us, enclosed in our private haven, I watch as a black mark materializes on Zarreth’s chest. Intricate patterns weave together to form a symbol resembling tattered demon wings. Instinctively, I glance at my own chest as the matching symbol comes to life.
We sit in silence, entwined in each other’s arms, souls linked in an unbreakable bond. Mated.