Chapter Nine
Savage licked some more, sucking at her perfect flesh.
He eased his tongue up and down, spreading her labia with his fingers, and pressed the flat of his tongue over her clit as he thrust two fingers inside.
Fuck! She was so damn tight he could feel her walls squeeze, staking a claim to his digits like he planned to do to her.
He made a growling sound from deep within his soul. “Vita Mea, anima mea.” She was his life, his soul. Without her, he’d die a thousand deaths.
She tremored beneath him, rocking her hips from side to side and up and down.
“Savage. I can’t. I need—”
“Hmm, you can, and you will take more, Vita Mea.” She might not appreciate it, but she had the power to break and remake him.
With every sigh, every tremor beneath him, she shattered his resolve.
Pushing another finger inside her, he sealed his lips around her tiny bundle of nerves.
Her back arched, and a keening cry burst from her lips.
Savage surged to his knees. He used his powers to disrobe the rest of the way, unable to stand the feel of anything between the two of them. Seeing her shirt pushed up, he waved his hand, wanting nothing between them.
Aurora gasped, her eyes widening as she stared down at his cock.
“Oh shit. That’s not gonna fit.”
He grinned. “We were made for one another.”
Her hand came up, brushing against the pulsing length of him. He groaned, letting her feel what she did to him. Her thumb brushed over the head of his cock, smearing the bead of come over the mushroom-shaped top. His head fell back as he bit his lip. Copper filled his mouth.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Yes,” he answered.
She tugged, pulling him toward her. He leaned forward, using his hips to wedge himself between her thighs. Fuck, he was going to lose his mind.
“Sorry,” she gasped.
He grunted, positioning himself between her slick folds, running his cock up and down, coating himself in her wetness. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pressed the tip inside her, knowing there was no going back for either of them.
“Oh, Goddess.” Her eyes widened, staring at him with fear and need rolled into one.
He was panting as he slid out and then back in, every ragged breath like a prayer. A bead of sweat dropped onto her chest, followed by another, making him realize he wasn’t regulating his body heat. Shit! With greater concentration, he lowered his internal temperature.
Aurora’s eyes widened. “What did you do?”
Savage paused, his dick throbbing with the need to slam all the way inside her slick heat. “What do you mean?”
“You were so hot and now you’re not.”
Peering down at her, he pulled back slightly and pumped back in, making her moan. “I controlled my body temperature, Vita Mea.” Even that act became harder as her pussy tightened along his dick.
“Stop holding back and move,” she ordered.
And he did. With one powerful lunge, Savage buried himself to the hilt until his balls slapped against her ass. He filled her, consumed her. He cried out, the sound echoing off the walls of his office. Luckily for him, the room had been soundproofed when he’d designed it.
“See? I told you we were meant for each other. You’re mine, and I’m yours...forever and always.” His thrust picked up, and she matched his speed, her hips rising and falling faster with each stroke.
Aurora’s nails raked his back, and he felt his teeth ache with the need to bite his female, to mark her, to show all she was his. Pressure built at the base of his spine, letting him realize he was close to coming.
He eased his head forward, sealing their mouths together, taking her breath inside him and giving her his.
She locked her legs around his back, ankles crossed, holding him to her.
Savage broke their kiss, fueled by the need to see her face when she came undone.
For too long, he’d been alone until he'd found her.
Now, he found his one—the one person created to complete him.
“Come for me, Aurora.” He snaked a hand between their bodies, finding her clit. Her hips bucked. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
As they stared at one another, she screamed his name, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching on his cock.
“I’m coming, Savage. Don’t stop—”
Savage shifted to his knees, keeping them locked together, but the new position sent him surging deeper.
He wrapped his arms around her, chest to chest, as he pumped in and out.
Her curtain of long, dark hair swayed back and forth over his arms as he pistoned in and out like a jackhammer inside her tight sheath. His vision blurred.
Aurora cried out. She jerked forward. Her teeth nibbled his lower lip and bit.
He lost every ounce of control he possessed.
With one hand, he gripped the back of her head, holding her to him as he slammed the palm of his other onto her firm ass, probably leaving a hand-sized bruise as he moved with brutal force in and out of her.
To him, they were poetry in motion. A beautiful dance as old as time.
“Aurora,” he yelled, coming harder than he’d ever thought possible inside her as her walls convulsed around him. “You’re my world, my absolute everything.”
She pulled back, a bit of crimson blood on her lips, looking dazed and slightly confused.
He bent and licked her lips before sucking her tongue inside his mouth and nicking her tongue with his teeth, exchanging a bit of her blood with himself.
The first taste of her blood hit him like a freight train, nearly knocking him off the couch.
Flashes of memory washed through his mind.
Aurora, as a little girl, was accompanied by an older couple with a baby, followed by a somewhat older version of Aurora running from something, accompanied by a young girl.
Her fear and resolve filled him with pride.
He sealed his mind to her, not wanting to let on that he’d seen her past.
“Savage, that...that was so much better than I imagined. Is that how it always is?” She stared up at him. Her thumb brushed against his bruised lip.
He gave a little tug to the hair in his fist. “It’s never been like that for me. I imagine it has something to do with the fact that you and I are destined mates. I’ve heard that makes everything more.”
Savage felt boneless, content like he’d never been before. He wanted to lie down and hold her. Sliding her off his semi-hard dick, they both groaned. He moved so that she lay on the inside with him on the outside, protecting her.
Hell, he’d never felt so boneless with her cuddled next to him, her head nestled against his chest as he sifted his hand through her long, silky hair. Her hand ran up and down his chest, mesmerizing, drugging in her slow sweeps. But he felt anything but tired. Or rather, he couldn’t sleep.
Contentment and ease should be making him a puddle of incoherent male who had nothing on his mind but when he could slide inside Aurora again. A soft knock on his outer door sounded loud to his sensitive ears.
“Ahem, sorry to interrupt you,” a male voice called from the other side of the door.
Aurora froze.
“What is it?”
“Boss, you have guests in the outer office who would like a moment of your time.”
She pressed her forehead against Savage’s chest. “Are you talking to him inside your head?”
“Does that bother you?”
“Only if he’s...oh shit. How fucking embarrassing to be caught like this. Wait, could they hear and like, be aware of what we just did?”
He sighed, thinking of all the ways he could dismember the male who’d interrupted them.
“Vita Mea. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. First of all, nobody outside of my office knows what happened inside here. As for him, I would erase his memory or kill him if he’d heard us making love. The choice would be yours.”
“Wait. Can you wipe memories from anyone you want at any time? Can you do that to me?” She attempted to sit up, then seemed to remember she was naked.
“I don’t want to lie to you, so to answer both of your questions, yes, I can.
Well, I assume I can wipe your memories, but your mind is quite extraordinary.
To tamper with anything that is in your beautiful brain would pain me.
” The truth of his statement hit him like a sledgehammer.
He’d never had an issue making anyone forget or think something occurred differently before meeting Aurora.
“Can your friends smell us?” She waved a hand at their bodies. A lovely red hue bloomed from her head to her tiny feet.
“Female, I am trying to control myself from taking you all over again, but you’re making it harder than hell.” He pressed his rock-hard erection against her thigh for emphasis.
“Well, stop thinking or being—horny.”
“I can’t. It’s not possible with you lying next to me. And, yes, Vita Mea, I can smell your need,” Savage whispered.
“Kill me now,” she begged as she peeked out from her lashes.
Savage grinned.
“You’re truly too damn good-looking. In fact, it’s not fair that you’re literally the best-looking male I’ve ever seen.
I mean, seriously, you’re even more handsome than the models on runways, and even sexier than those I’ve lusted after on covers of romance books.
Although you’ve lost points for your overly macho mate claim bullshit.
” He heard her inner self whine inside her head, but there was something wild about that voice that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
But she pushed him out of her thoughts with a scowl.
Walls thicker than before slammed down, creating a fortress he’d have a hard time breaking through.
“While I appreciate the compliments, my love, I will have to say, you’re probably a little blind.” He’d seen many males who surely were better looking than he was.
Aurora waved her hand and rolled her eyes. “Look, I think we need to get dressed. Do that whole dressed in a wave thing you do.”
Oh, she was going to pretend they weren’t soulmates, and for the time being, he’d allow her the pretense.
With a shift of his body, he dressed her and himself in clean clothing, loath to erase his scent from her and hers from him.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t well aware she’d be more comfortable without his come running down her thighs.
Her brows rose. “I’d say you read my mind, but I acknowledge you can’t get inside my mind. Do you understand why I’m here?”
Savage got to his feet, walking toward his desk.
“You’re running from or to something. I sensed it had something to do with someone essential to you.
” He didn’t mention what he’d seen in her memories when he’d had the blood exchange with her.
To form a full blood bond with their kind, they had to exchange blood three times.
He didn’t think the little sip they’d swapped counted, but then again, he’d never heard of another vampire seeing buried memories like he’d seen.
Of course, his kind were very secretive.
His father had closed them off from his kin, Damiken, when he’d mated with a wolf, saying he’d sullied their bloodline.
He hated his father for what he’d done, knowing the bastard’s choices caused most of their family’s demise.
Savage and his brother had chosen to leave their home country and all they’d known to forge a new life in America.
He’d heard rumors about the Vampire King and his Luna mate with their hybrid children.
Vampires having children were unheard of, or so they’d been led to believe.
Savage looked back at the beautiful female. Could she have his child? The thought stirred something he’d thought long dead within his soul. Want and longing.