Chapter Twenty-One
Zaldi
Finally. Finally.
I wanted to scream it from every rooftop in Salus Glen. My mate was here—mine—and now, I was going to mark her and make her mine in every way that mattered.
Her mouth was sweet and needy on mine as I turned us, taking her down to the bed in a quick motion that had her legs scrambling for purchase against my hips. I didn’t deny myself and ground my hips down against her, making her moan as friction built between us.
“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling back just long enough to reach for the button on her pants. “If I don’t taste you soon, I may lose control.”
Lulu moaned, pushing her hips into my grip as I dragged the denim down her legs, focusing on the scrap of satin, now the only barrier between me and my mate’s heat.
“I might lose control anyway,” I muttered, pressing in again, breathing her in.
“Oh my—Zaldi!”
My tongue dragged over the fabric, chasing the scent and heat I craved, my instincts screaming to claim her, to bite her, to make her mine…Growling, I forced them down. Just a moment longer.
“Z?”
Fuck. I’d just been frozen there, my nose pressed against her cunt.
Focusing hard on not spooking her, I took my time, slipping my tongue out to trace the seam of her satin panties before leaning back enough to tug them down her thighs. Then, I rocked back onto my heels so I could pull them off entirely.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she stared at me.
“No ripping?” she asked.
I snarled at her, a mixture of a laugh and a moan, as her scent washed over me—the scent of my mate, the one who wanted me above all else. She was perfect. I lifted her panties to my nose and inhaled deeply.
“Not these,” I said, tucking them into the back waistband of my pants. “These are mine now. Something to remember.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her hips shifting on the bed as she whimpered at me.
“You can’t just say things like that to me.”
I crawled over her, dragging my nose along her skin as my glamour melted away.
“Yes,” I said coyly. “I actually think I can. Especially since you seem to enjoy it so much.”
“Please,” she whispered.
My mouth moved lower, between her breasts, my tongue sneaking out to carefully taste first one tight pink nipple, then the other.
“Please what?” I asked, letting my claws draw slow signs across the skin of her belly, tracing higher and higher until goosebumps covered every inch of her.
I drew back for a moment, smiling as my venom went to work—every part of her twitching, every hair rising as pleasure slowly infused her from top to bottom.
“Do you think you could come just like this?” I asked, my claw tracing the line of her thigh as I stared down at the beauty that was my mate. “I think you can. Why don’t you show me?”
I watched as she propped herself up on her elbows, staring down at me.
“You want me to just—” Her words broke off on a gasp as another wave of pleasure from my venom sunk in.
I smirked up at her. “Show me.”
I waited, watching as her teeth bit into her lower lip. I wanted this for her. I wanted her to understand her power, to know what it meant for her pleasure to rule between us. It wouldn’t take much. I could already see it as her body writhed on the coverlet, her pussy glistening.
Her hands roamed over her skin, searching and finding all the places lit up with sensation. Her hips rocked, her hands rolling over her breasts before moving lower, reaching between her legs.
Right before she got there, an idea struck.
“Let me see you touch yourself.”
This time, Lulu was too lost in passion to hesitate. One finger slid low to tease her entrance before moving back to circle her soft pink core.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my cock in my hand as I shoved my pants down and kicked them away. “Just like that.”
Her fingers moved faster and faster, and when I couldn’t wait any longer, I captured her hand in mine and brought those deliciously scented fingers to my mouth. I licked them slowly, tasting her until no trace remained.
When I met her eyes, I pushed her hand back between her legs. We both knew it would be over the moment she touched herself again, my venom slick on that overeager clit.
“Do it,” I commanded. My entire being screamed for me to join her.
With a short, huffed gasp, she traced over her clit.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
By the time her hand stilled, I was over her, breathing in the scent of her orgasm, feeling the power between us rise. Every part of my body screamed for release as I took my cock in hand and guided it to her slick entrance.
“Mine,” I said, sliding in just the head, baring my teeth as her body clenched around me, dragging me deeper.
A quick adjustment had her legs over my hips, and then I was inside her—deep, hot, slick. There were no thoughts left, only instinct and need, as I thrust into her again and again, until when she cried out, it was only for more.
My tongue traced her collarbone before I lowered my head and gently clamped my teeth on her shoulder. We’d agreed on her hand. But the instinct was there, dark and old, urging me to hold her down, to lock us together, to flood her with my cum until no one could ever doubt she was claimed.
My hips worked hard and fast, her nails scoring my shoulders, as she begged beneath me. I felt the clench of another orgasm as she cried out, her legs giving way as I lowered my hips just enough to rub against her clit with every thrust.
“Sweet mate,” I groaned, my fangs dropping as I looked down at Lulu. “Are you ready?”
She lifted her head, eyes drowsy but her grip eager.
“Stop asking me that,” she said, her mouth claiming mine. “I know what I want.”
She held her hand up between us, showing me the soft, delicate skin. I breathed her in. There was nothing but arousal and trust. She trusted me not to hurt her. To leave a permanent mark of what had passed between us.
That was what pushed me over the edge.
Lightning ripped down my spine as I buried myself deep inside her, locking us together as my cum flooded her. I lifted her hand, pressed my mouth to the place she’d chosen…and bit down.