Chapter Twenty
The heat in Scepter’s eyes sent a tingle through every fiber of Starla’s being. She should feel alarmed at the overwhelming need to be with him. The instinct was immediate, almost as if Fate wrote it in her DNA.
They moved to the music as if they’d danced together hundreds of times.
His lips kicked up in a smile she could only describe as wicked.
There was no mistaking his fangs were prominent, as if he weren’t as in control as he portrayed himself to be.
She licked her bottom lip, imagining him sinking his teeth into her neck.
Her wolf perked up, needing to put their mark on him.
Scepter held her with one arm, rolling her into his arms and then away, bringing her back with a flourish. Their bodies moved together. Her back to his front. She felt his hardness pressing into her ass.
Another song began to play, with a faster tempo and heavy, throbbing beats.
When she and Scepter looked at one another, neither spoke; both were more than ready to leave the crowd.
She honestly wasn’t sure whose magic whisked them back to their home, his or hers.
From one moment to the next, she found herself inside the bedroom that Scepter created for them.
“Ah, so much better, Anima Mia.” Scepter lifted her into his arms, walking them the final few feet to the bed. “So this dress is better than Superman’s getup. How am I to get into it?”
She runs her tongue over her bottom lip, wanting to taste Scepter there. Hell, she wanted his skin between her teeth.
“Very easy, kind Sir,” she said, using a refined accent. Starla snapped her fingers. The beautiful lace-and-sheer garment disappeared, leaving her bare before Scepter.
“Holy shit. My cock is so fucking hard I think it might rip my dress slacks. You make me a blathering mess, love.” Scepter scrubbed his palm over his face, letting out a deep groan.
“Your secret’s safe with me.” She started to unbutton his shirt. “Can I just make these go poof?” she asked in a whisper.
“Fucking done,” he muttered.
They both stood naked next to the custom bed. Scepter looked around the room and nodded.
She jerked her eyes down and back to his face. “Wow, he looks like he’s in pain. I think I offered to kiss him better before.”
“If you get your mouth on me, I might come like a damn kid nutting for the first time.” Scepter wrapped his fist in her hair.
All her fantasies paled in comparison to her real-life experiences with Scepter.
He’d turned their suite into a candlelit romance dream.
As she peered over her shoulder, the bed’s covers lay on the bench at the bottom, leaving pale pink sheets in a satin sheen covered in red rose petals.
Flickers of light from hundreds of candles graced every surface, lending the room a golden glow. “When did you create this?”
“I saw your dream space a few days ago and wanted to make it a reality.” Scepter bent and kissed her, trailing his fingers down her arms. “I need to see if you look as beautiful as I imagined in my own dreams.”
Starla wrapped her hand around him, still amazed she could fit all of him inside her. “My fingers don’t even fit all the way around you.”
“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so tight. When I get inside you, I swear, I’ll die from the pleasure. If you keep stroking me like that, I’m going to show you just how perfectly you fit me.”
Her thighs shook with excitement, ready to scream, ‘Yes, please’ to Scepter. His dirty words had her needing to feel him between her thighs, touching her, filling her, making her come. She ached to have him stretch her with his cock.
“Goddess, you have no clue what you do to me when you look at me with such trust and love.” He lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed, climbing over her.
Starla reached for him, tunneling her fingers into his hair. He kissed her like he did everything, with masterful precision. Far too soon, he left her lips, peppering kisses down the column of her throat and to her breasts. She gasped as he took a nipple into his warm mouth. “Fuck, yes,” she said.
“Hands above your head, Anima Mia. Let me feast on you.” The words were more of an order than a request. His eyes, red with hunger, showed his beast was close to the surface.
Starla raised her arms, knowing he’d give her absolute pleasure.
He switched to the other nipple, licking and sucking as he held her gaze.
Bright white teeth peeked out from behind his lips, and then a sharp little pinch followed by a wave of gratification.
Although it wasn’t a huge wave, she still felt the wetness coating her thighs and knew he’d scent her growing arousal.
Scepter shifted down, placing a pillow under her ass.
Starla could hardly breathe from the anticipation of having his mouth and tongue on her.
Her skin buzzed with electric need as he wedged his body between her thighs.
His hands pushed her legs open wider. Cool air kissed her pussy.
In the candlelit room, she felt so exposed to Scepter, yet she didn’t feel out of her depth.
She felt like a female worshipped by her mate.
He used his thumbs, opening her pussy lips for his tongue.
Her back arched as he licked a slow path up and down.
Scepter dragged his tongue through her folds, pressing his tongue against her clit, and moaned.
The vibration felt so fucking good, she moaned.
Her thighs gripped the sides of his head reflexively.
With a grunt, Scepter pressed his thumbs into her thighs, easing them apart so he could have easier access, and went back to feasting on her.
And fuck, did he fuck her with his tongue and fingers.
He licked and flicked, teasing every part of her pussy.
His teeth nibbled on her clit, sending little sparks down to her toes.
Her toes curled, and then he pushed a finger inside, followed by another, pumping them in and out.
“I’m going to come, Scepter. Oh, Goddess, don’t stop,” she cried.
He circled her clit with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth while adding a third finger inside her.
As he curled the digits, inside her, rubbing along the spot that made her cry out.
He did it again, and again. She screamed, her body exploding in pulsing waves of ecstasy.
He continued sucking and pumping his fingers, letting her ride out the waves.
“Your taste is an addiction I could easily succumb to. If I could, I’d walk around with my tongue coated in your sweet cream.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, then bit the spot.
She jumped. “That sounds very cavemanish of you.”
“Well if the shoe fits,” he groaned.
Starla sifted her fingers through his hair. “Cavemen didn’t wear shoes.”
“Female, I’m dying to fuck you. I can’t think about shit like whether cavemen wear shoes or not.” He slid up her body, lifting her ass in his hands.
She stared at his face as he watched his cock enter her. Her pussy stretches around his thickness as he inches his way inside her. Never in her life will she get tired of this feeling. She couldn’t think about anything other than Scepter and his cock filling her, owning her.
Once he was halfway inside, he pulled back, then pushed inside. The sound of her wetness seemed obscene in the quiet room with each enter and retreat he made.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Scepter. I don’t know how a thousand women hadn’t scooped you up before I came along.” Her hands grabbed the headboard above her head to keep from reaching for him.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered in a hoarse voice. “So damn sexy, and you say I’m beautiful, but it’s you who’s beautiful. Having you naked, under me, and willing is the best fucking gift.”
She lifted her hips and bit down on her lip to keep from begging him to hurry and fill her. “I want to touch you.”
“Such a good girl. Are you asking me?”
Her wolf growled. She liked being called a good girl, but she also didn’t like not being in charge. “Careful,” she warned in a guttural voice. “My wolf wants to show you she’s not submissive.”
A flash of wickedness lit his bright blue eyes as he stroked inside her, filling her completely. He stopped, swiveled his hips, and shifted backward. Starla loved the touch of his pelvis hitting her clit with each thrust.
“I love you and your wolf. Fuck, you keep squeezing me like that, and I’ll come before you,” he murmured breathlessly.
“Teasing me with a good time?” she asked.
“Shit, you’re such a dream. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was having the best wet dream of my life.” He fell forward, bracketing himself above her with his elbows resting next to her head.
“Kiss me, Scepter.” Starla raised her head, offering her lips for his possession. He didn’t deny her, sealing their mouths in a heated fusion of lips and tongues. Slowly, he began to move his hips, stretching her, fucking her.
Starla squirmed with need, bouncing between the demand to come and the hunger to prolong their lovemaking.
“You’re so tight,” he hissed against her lips. “Feels so perfect and right.”
She lifted her legs, digging her heels into his ass. Somehow, he slid in further.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She swore stars burst behind her eyelids. Her wolf howled. When she opened her eyes, she saw Scepter more clearly. Her teeth grew as her wolf roared inside her mind. Releasing the railing, she reached for Scepter’s head. One hand slid around his back.
“Scepter. You’re everything I didn’t know I wanted, but everything I’d ever hoped to have as a mate. I accept you as mine. Will you accept my wolf?” she asked.
“Anima Mia, you’re my world. Wherever you go, I’ll gladly follow in this life and every single one after this. Try to leave me, and you’ll see that I make a stage five clinger look tame,” he vowed.
She didn’t wait for him to say the word yes. With her wolf strength, she twisted and shoved until their bodies lay reversed. Remarkably, his dick didn’t leave her body.
“Mmm, now that is what I call magic,” she exclaimed. Her voice sounded raspy. Before he could comment, she pressed her nose into the curve of his neck. He smelled like her and him. Their scents were an elixir that she couldn’t wait for them to truly be combined.
Starla licked the long muscle of his throat, then found the tendon between it and his shoulder.
Before she bit, she licked the spot and hummed, allowing her Fey powers to surface and purify the bond as she struck with her canines.
She wasn’t sure what it would be like tasting blood, but the moment his potent flavor hit her tongue, her body lit up.
Pure, unabashed ecstasy infused every part of her being.
Her wolf howled within her. She sealed the wound, opening her eyes to find Scepter’s glowing red gaze focused on her.
“Dammit, don’t move, or I’ll come. My dick is throbbing,” he growled. His fingers gripped the bedding, shredding it beneath his claws.
“Mine. You’re mine forever, Scepter.” She sat up, raising her arms above her head, then, using her legs, lifted herself and settled back down.
Up and down, up and down, she set up a motion that made Scepter growl and her moan.
His hands came up, pinching one of her nipples, then slid down between her legs, rubbing her clit.
Her amazing male began to thrust his hips while working her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm.
Her entire body shook, pleasure hitting her hard.
He grabbed her hips with both hands and flipped them, turning her onto her hands and knees, and slid back inside.
His hips slapped against her ass, bucking against her fast and hard.
His hand grabbed the hair at her nape and tugged, pulling her back flush with his front as jet after jet of his come filled her.
His lips sealed over her neck, and then he bit.
Another orgasm shook her. She cried out and felt his cock twitch as if he too came again.
“Being yours is the best thing in the world, all the worlds, Starla. I can’t wait for all our tomorrows.” He eased them onto their sides, and freshness washed over them. Her bonded mate took care of them without being told.