Chapter 50
Conrí
Her bite shook me to my core.
Sudden. Violent. It described my mate in so many ways.
She chose us.
Her teeth were still embedded in my neck and I didn’t care. I adjusted my feet for grip and began to drive my hips upward, holding her steady as I pumped into her.
The last of the heat would carry us through the bond.
It couldn’t fracture. Not now. Not after she bit first.
Her breasts grazed my chest as I moved. The low moan that left her didn’t loosen her grip by a fraction.
Kael was frantic—pressing, urging, desperate for us to bite back and complete it. Not yet. I held him.
Her hips began to move of their own accord. Her warm breath quickened against my neck until she finally released—and I felt her tongue trace the mark she’d left. Once. Twice. Cleaning it with a care that undid something in my chest entirely.
Then she sat up. Placed both hands flat on my chest. Tilted her head back.
And began to bounce.
I was determined to give her everything she needed—heat or no heat, bond or no bond. That had been true since the conference room and it was true now.
I cupped her breasts. Waited until she leaned into my hands before I tightened my grip.
That was all it took. She clenched around me—a gasp tearing out of her, her nails raking down my chest.
One final push.
I wrapped my hand around her throat.
My girl growled and drove her hips faster.
She leaned forward and ground herself against my knot—chasing it, desperate for it—her body moving with the single-minded focus of something that knew exactly what it needed.
Everything was frantic. Heat and skin and the scent of us filling every corner of her room.
And all I could think was how lucky we were.
She chose us.
She bit us.
Our mate.
I pushed her hair back to expose those silver eyes.
“Do you need my knot, sweetheart?”
She turned her head and drew my thumb into her mouth. I felt her tongue trace the pad, drag slowly to the base—then she sucked again.
“God damn,” I muttered.
I was completely and utterly fucked.
She’d run circles around us. Our children would run circles around us. I’d be Alpha in name only and we both knew it.
Before I could spiral further I felt her teeth press into my thumb.
I smiled. Ready for the challenge. More than ready.
I swivelled us until she lay flat on the demolished nest, lifted one leg and hooked it over my arm.
“Show me what you’ve got, Alpha,” she drawled.
Her hand worked down her belly, over the soft curls, exposing herself without ceremony. It didn’t last—both hands found occupation, one working her clit, the other at her breast.
I saw our future full of love and laughter. It hit me like a premonition.
I inched closer, one hand braced near her shoulder, the other pushing her leg high to keep her spread open. When I pulled back I had the momentum behind me. I powered forward, using my full weight to slam into her so she could feel exactly what she was about to take.
With each deep thrust I heard it knock the air from her lungs.
When she begged for more I answered—snapping my hips until my knot was coated with her slick. It was like knocking on heaven’s door.
I pressed. Squeezed. Spread her open until she softened enough to take me.
That’s when I held her neck and gave her what she needed.
I stared into those silver eyes and kept moving.
The slapping and squelching were lewd and fucking stunning.
Her tension built until her muscles began to clench. She dragged air in before her hips jerked—her pussy fluttered and I plunged once more and let her work her magic.
It was chaos.
Her strangled scream.
My growl.
Just as my come soaked her insides I released her neck and dropped to the spot I’d been eyeing for days. Subconsciously for weeks.
I sank my teeth into her neck.
Her arms wrapped around my back and shoulders and held on.
Kael’s growl rumbled between us—long, deep, vibrating through my chest and into hers.
She gasped my name.
A single whisper.
Conrí.
We’d fallen in the best way possible.
We held one another—not because we were knotted, but because we were home.
Perhaps I could write those lyrics after all.
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“Can you feel me?” I murmured.
One silver eye opened. Then the other.
“You’re actually serious. If you touch my belly all you’ll feel is you inside of me.”
Yes. I was rather proud of that.
“I meant the bond,” I said, and went back to licking her mark.
It was beautiful.
“You’ve got to stop doing that. I can’t have you popping down to my floor for a quick lick,” she said, attempting to push my head away.
I could feel it through the bond—faint tendrils, present but not yet strong. There. Building.
“I can feel you,” she grumbled. “I’m not sure I like it.”
My head snapped up.
Was she blocking it?
“Why?”
“I’m only just getting used to Bad Girl. Now you’re muddling it all up.”
I relaxed.
“We have time. We can take things at your pace.” I thought of Cuán and winced. “Although my brother will be a pain in the arse. He gets over-exuberant.”
“Hm.” She frowned. “Bad Girl isn’t sure about him yet. I also find it weird that he has your face.” A pause. “Part of Bad Girl still wants to maul him.”
I smiled.
Perfect.