Chapter 6
Varek
I never wanted a mate. I wanted revenge, distance, the comfort of being alone. But fate doesn’t care what you want; it gives you what you can’t live without. It gave me Mariah.
And I didn’t hate it.
My little mate was so beautiful, from the way she writhed under my touch to the way her nails dragged across my skin, leaving red trails that sent a shiver down my spine.
Then there was the way her eyes widened when I pressed into her, stretching her, the tight heat of her core drawing a groan from my lips, and the way her lips parted, her breath hitched.
How she looked at me like she was seeing straight through my soul, like she knew every dark corner of me, every hidden desire, and she welcomed it all.
As I lay there, tangled in the sheets, her body curled against mine, her hair spilling across the pillow like a flowing river, I couldn’t deny that I belonged to her too. My soul was bound to hers, woven into her very being.
My fingers traced the line of her arm, lingering at the curve of her shoulder, where my bite marked her skin. The bond between us hummed, alive and pulsing with a power that left me breathless.
She stirred in her sleep, her body shifting closer to mine, and I couldn’t resist. My mouth found her neck, brushing kisses over the delicate skin there. Her pulse fluttered beneath my lips, and I couldn’t help the growl that rumbled deep in my chest.
My hand slid lower, brushing the soft curve of her hip, dipping between her legs. She was wet for me already, even in her dreams. My fingers teased her entrance, circling, dipping in just enough to draw a soft sigh from her lips.
When she finally woke, her eyes hazy with sleep, her body writhing from my touch, I smiled down at her. “Good morning,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She gasped as my fingers pushed deeper, curling inside her. Her hips lifted, seeking more, and I gave it to her. My mouth trailed down her throat, over the swell of her chest, lingering at the peak of her breast. My teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and her back arched clean off the bed.
Her hands tangled in my hair as my head dipped lower, tracing the curve of her belly, the jut of her hipbone. She was trembling by the time my mouth brushed the inside of her thigh.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I breathed, my lips ghosting over the slick heat of her core. “To feel you come apart on my tongue.”
She whimpered, her fingers tightening in my hair, trying to push me away. I growled with displeasure. My hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her to the bed. “I’m going to make your sweet pussy come on my face.”
“Varek, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Please what?” I asked, looking up at her, my mouth so close to her pussy, I could feel her heat.
“Please don’t,” she said softly, her cheeks flushing pink. “It’s… too much.”
I smiled at her, a slow, predatory grin. “Then it sounds like my little mate needs a spanking first.”
She gasped as I let go of her wrists and flipped her over. “Up on your knees,” I commanded, my voice low and firm.
She hesitantly obeyed, her ass lifting into the air, her cheek pressed into the bed. I ran my hand over the smooth curve of her back, marveling at the way her skin flushed pink under my touch. I smacked her ass, once, twice, and she yelped, her hips bucking.
“It stings, doesn’t it? If you had been a good girl and taken my tongue between those pretty thighs, you wouldn’t be getting this little ass reddened now, would you?”
She shook her head, her hair falling in a tangled mess around her face. “No,” she whimpered.
“No, what?” I prompted, landing another smack on her bottom.
“No, sir,” she gasped, and the words sent a bolt of heat straight to my groin.
“Good girl,” I praised, my hand smoothing over the pink skin. “Now, you’re going to get this little ass spanked until you beg me for my tongue between your thighs, and if you wait long enough, I’m going to have to spank this wet little pussy too.”
She cried out as I smacked her again, her body trembling under my touch. I spanked her hard, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room, until her skin was a bright, beautiful red.
“Please, sir,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Please, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I prompted, pausing mid-strike.
She whimpered, her hips pushing back against my hand. “For not wanting you between my legs.”
I smiled, my hand smoothing over her skin. “That’s a good girl. And what do you want now?”
“I want your tongue between my thighs,” she said softly, her voice shaking with need. “Please, sir. Please, no more spanking.”
I growled with satisfaction, flipping her back over. Her skin was flushed, her breath coming in shallow pants. I settled between her thighs, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.
I bent my head, my mouth finding her nipple, my tongue circling the sensitive bud. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. My hand drifted lower, cupping her sex, the wet heat of her soaking my palm.
“You’re so wet for me, little mate,” I observed, my thumb finding her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. “So ready. So perfect.”
My mouth moved to her other breast, my teeth grazing her nipple.
I looked up at her, seeing her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent moan.
I wanted to watch her come apart on my tongue.
To feel her body shake and quiver and finally break with the force of her orgasm beneath me.
She was like a drug, and I just needed another hit.
I kissed my way down her stomach, over the curve of her hipbone, settling between her legs. I breathed her in, the sweet, earthy scent of her arousal filling my lungs.
“You smell like heaven,” I murmured, my lips brushing the inside of her thigh as I glanced up to see her face redden even further.
I smiled and leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet and tart, like the first bite of a ripe fruit. I growled with desire, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider even as her knees tried to close a little bit, her shyness still getting the best of her.
My tongue slid between her folds, circling her clit, dipping inside her to taste the very essence of her. She writhed against my mouth, her hips bucking, little sounds of pleasure escaping her.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking with need. “Please, sir.”
I lifted my head, my chin glistening with her arousal. “Please, what?”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, make me come.”
I smiled at her, my teeth nipping at her inner thigh. “That’s a good girl, asking so sweetly.”
I dipped my head again, my mouth finding her clit, my tongue swirling over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I sucked it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she cried out, lifting her hips to press against my face.
I pinned her hips down with my hands, holding her in place as I devoured her.
Her thighs trembled as she came, her body shaking, her cries echoing in the room. I kept going, pushing her over the edge again and again, until she was nothing more than a quivering mess beneath me.
When I finally lifted my head, her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her body still trembling with aftershocks. “You’ve been a good girl,” I purred, my lips brushing hers, sharing her taste with her. “Such a good girl for me.”
I settled over her, my cock sliding between her thighs, and I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, bottoming out inside her.
She gasped, her eyes widening, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I held still for a moment, reveling in the tight heat of her, in the way her body clenched around mine.
With a groan, I pulled back and then began to piston my pelvis straight into her.
She cried out, her hips rising to meet mine, her legs wrapping around my waist. I fucked her hard, our bodies colliding. I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight circles that sent her spiraling over the edge again.
Her nails raked down my back, and I growled, my hips snapping forward, my cock driving deep inside her. I felt my knot swelling, locking us together, and I came with a roar, my body shaking with the force of it.
I collapsed and rolled us so that we were side by side, my chest heaving with the effort I’d just expended. Her body was trembling with aftershocks. I pulled her close, my arms wrapping around her, holding her tight as my knot still throbbed inside her.
“You came so very hard for me, so many times,” I whispered in her ear.
“Varek,” she breathed, her voice barely audible.
“Shh, little one. You don’t have to say anything. Just rest. Let me hold you.”
As we lay there, tangled in the sheets, her body soft and warm against mine, I knew I would never let her go. She was mine, and I was hers.
In that moment, that was all that mattered.