Chapter 8 #2
“Hazel. Once I bite you, there is no taking it back. The bond is permanent. You will be Krovenian by oath. You will live the rest of your life in Krovenia. You will face the Council and the tabloids, with me at your side.”
“I know.”
“And you will become pregnant tonight. You are sure about that too.”
“Yes.”
I look at her face, searching for any flicker of doubt. There is none. “Are there any conditions?”
“Conditions?”
“Claire negotiated three with my brother. I assume you have your own.”
A small laugh. She thinks about it. “Yes, there are two things I suppose I could not live without.”
“Tell me.”
“I’d like to work on building and organizing a free preschool program for all Krovenians. Could I do that?”
“You can build whatever you want. I will give you the funding and the land.”
“Okay, that was easy,” she laughs. “And second. I want regular contact with my father and brother. Visits. Calls. I want them to be a real part of our children’s lives, even from across the world.”
“Yes.”
“That’s it. The rest, I will figure out as I go.”
And then I kiss her again, deeper this time. There is no reason now to hold back. I slide my hand down her side, over her pajamas.
“Can I undress you?”
“Only if this means you will end up naked too.”
“Yes,” I chuckle. “Are you ready?”
“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die.”
My eyes widen. I had no idea my female was this sexy and I love it.
I undress her slowly. The shirt first, lifted carefully over her head. Her thin cotton bralette next. Then I pause, because she is bare to the waist in my bed, and I have to take a moment to look at the full breasts, soft hips, and the dip of her stomach.
“You are beautiful, Hazel.”
I bend my head and kiss her bare shoulder, then her throat and trail down between her breasts. I take one nipple gently between my lips and suck. She gasps. I am careful with my fangs, very careful. Then I move to the other and work anew.
She makes a high sound in the back of her throat.
I work her lounge pants and her undergarments down her hips. She helps me. Then she is bare in my bed.
I sit back to undress myself. She watches and I can see the admiration in her eyes at the sight of my chest, hips and abdomen. Her eyes widen when I push the rest of my own clothing aside and my cock bobs in front of me.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“You’re…you’re larger than…than I?—”
“Krovenian biology. We will go slowly. I will make sure you can take all of me.”
“Is it going to fit?”
“I will make it fit.”
A small laugh from her, even now.
I move over her and cover her body with mine. I kiss down her stomach. Slowly. I take my time. I want to learn every inch of her skin. I want to map this body that the gods chose for me. I kiss the curve of her hip. I kiss the soft swell of her belly.
I kiss lower and settle myself between her open thighs. The sight of her hairy mound and her wet pussy lips is the most erotic sight of my life. I have to taste her.
She gasps and her hips jerk off the bed. I press my palm to her stomach to hold her still.
I learn what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. I find her clit and I focus my lips and tongue there, working her relentlessly. She is wet, so wet, dripping for me.
She grips my hair. “Viktor I’m going to —” Her thighs clamp around my head and she cries out my name and comes against my mouth, her whole body shaking, her hips lifting off the bed.
A gush of moisture floods against my lips and I lick all of it up, happily.
I do not stop until she is shuddering and limp and gasping for breath.
Finally, I lift my head and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
She is staring at me, dazed. “Oh my god.”
“More?”
“Yes. Please. Yes. I want you. Inside me.”
I move up her body and settle my hips between hers. I take myself in hand and notch the head of my leaking cock at her entrance.
I pause one more time and look down at her. “You remember what this means. You will conceive tonight. I will bite your throat. You will bear my mark for the rest of your life. Visible. Permanent.”
“I remember. I want it. All of it.”
I push inside slowly.
She gasps at the stretch.
I am bigger than she has had before, much bigger. I give her time and push in only a few inches and stop.“Okay?” My voice is rough. My jaw is tight. Every instinct in my body is screaming to drive home, but I will not hurt her. I will not.
“It — it hurts a little. Just at the stretch.”
I do not move. I hold myself perfectly still and bend down and kiss her temple. Her eyelid. Her cheek. “I love you, Hazel.”
“I love you too.”
“Tell me when.”
“Keep going.”
I push deeper. Her body adjusts. The discomfort eases. She tilts her hips up to meet me.
“More.”
I sink the rest of the way.
We both groan. I am fully seated inside her. The Calling is roaring in my chest. My fangs are fully extended. Her body is locked around mine, hot and tight and exactly right.
I begin to move.
She wraps her legs around my hips and digs her heels into the small of my back and meets me thrust for thrust.
The careful prince I have been for the last two weeks finally breaks.
I am no longer careful. I am a male claiming his mate, and I drive into her hard and deep, the slap of our bodies coming together filling my chambers. She cries out beneath me, begging for more.
My mouth drops to her throat. I drag my tongue across her skin, slow and deliberate, coating the spot where my fangs will go with the numbing agent.“This will not hurt you. I promise.”
“I trust you.”
I keep thrusting. Her second orgasm crests. Her body locks around mine. She is coming, hard and tight and clenching down on my cock.
I sink my fangs into her throat.
There is a flash of pressure. No pain. Only pleasure. She cries out, a long wordless cry, her orgasm crashing into the bite and into me and into the bond.
I drink from her.
The taste of her blood floods my senses, and I lose what is left of my mind.
My own release crashes through me at the same moment.
I empty myself into her, in long deep jets, the breeding biology of the Calling delivering everything my body has held back for two weeks.
I keep coming, more than I thought possible.
She takes all of it. The seed leaks down between us already, there is so much of it.
I drink deeper. The bond locks into place between us. Finally, I lift my head from her throat. My mouth is wet and my eyes are hot. “You are mine, Hazel,” I rasp.
“Yours.”
I collapse beside her and pull her against me and hold her there, tight, as we both come down. She is shaking. So am I. I have never felt anything like this in my entire life.
I press my forehead against hers and breathe.
We sleep.
When I wake again, the light around the curtains has changed. Soft early evening now. Not afternoon anymore. The room is quiet.
Hazel sleeps beside me, naked, tangled in my sheets. Her hair is fanned across my pillow. Her cheek is pressed against my chest.
I look at her throat. The bite mark has already healed. A pale, neat scar at the curve of her neck. A need rumble of possession growls through my chest. My claim. It is beautiful. I trace it lightly with the tip of one finger.
She stirs. Her lashes lift. She catches me looking. “Is it there?” She lifts her hand and touches her own throat. Her fingers find the small smooth scar. A wondering smile breaks across her face. “How do it look?”
“Devastating.”
She laughs, low and tired and happy. I pull her against me. She tucks herself into my side.
My hand spreads across her flat stomach. “There is a child there now,” I inform her. “Or there will be by morning. I can already scent the change.”
Her hand covers mine on her stomach. “Already? That’s wonderful.”
I lean down and kiss the top of her head. “I will spend the rest of my life proving you made the right choice, Hazel.”
“You already have, Viktor.”
I sit up slowly and bend down to kiss her temple. “Come. Let us take a shower and get dressed so we can eat and go see our daughter.”
She smiles up at me warmly from the pillow. “Yes,” she agrees. “Let’s go see our girl.”