Chapter 14 #2
Not just pleasure—though fuck, yes, pleasure—but satisfaction. Completion. Like my body recognized what was happening and sang with it.
The next night proved that the door wasn’t a fluke.
Rosa went down easy, exhausted from a day spent learning to skate on the pond out back, where she tried to coerce me into joining, and I laughed and promised to learn next winter, earning me a beam of approval from my Mate, which made my breath catch when I realized what I’d said.
I was planning on being here next year? Of course I was.
I barely made it back to our bedroom before Dakvaar had me pressed against the hallway wall, his mouth on my neck, his hands already pushing up my shirt.
“Bed,” I gasped, even as I tilted my head to give him better access. “Dakvaar, the bed is right there—”
He growled against my throat, his tusks scraping lightly over my pulse point. “Too far.”
“It’s literally ten feet—”
He hoisted me up, and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. His cock was already hard, pressing against me through his sweats, and I could feel the heat of him even through the fabric.
“Dkaar,” he rumbled, his accent thicker when he was aroused. “I need you now.”
Well. Who was I to argue with that?
Luckily, we did manage to make it to the bed—barely. My clothes came off in a trail behind us, and Dakvaar’s sweats ended up…somewhere. I’d find them tomorrow. Hopefully before Rosa began asking questions.
He laid me out on the mattress, and for a moment he just looked at me. His eyes were already glowing in the dim light—I loved that I knew what that meant now—his chest heaving, his cock jutting out thick and ready between his thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly.
The Bond hummed between us, warm and sweet, and I could feel his reverence, his desire, his absolute certainty that I was his and he was mine.
“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him.
He came down over me, settling between my thighs, and this time when he pushed inside me it was slow. Deliberate. Each ridge of his cock dragged against my walls, and I felt every inch as he filled me, stretched me, claimed me all over again.
My back arched off the bed, and he caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head with one large hand. The position opened me up even more, let him sink deeper, and I moaned as his piercing pressed against that perfect spot inside me.
“There,” I gasped. “Right there—”
He rumbled his approval and rolled his hips, grinding against me. His free hand slid down my body, over my breast, down my stomach, until his thumb found my clit.
The first touch sent sparks through me. The second made my thighs shake.
“I love watching you,” Dakvaar murmured, his voice rough. “Love feeling you come apart on my cock.”
He wasn’t just talking dirty. Through the Bond, I could feel his genuine awe, his pleasure in my pleasure. Every gasp I made, every tremor that ran through me—he felt it echo in his own body, and it wound him tighter.
“Move,” I begged. “Please, Dakvaar, I need—”
He moved.
Not the frantic rutting from the night before, but something more controlled. More devastating. He pulled almost all the way out, until just the head of his cock was inside me, and then thrust back in with one smooth, powerful stroke that made my vision white out at the edges.
Again. And again. Each thrust deliberate, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl, his thumb working my clit in tight circles.
I could feel his restraint through the Bond, the way he was holding himself back, drawing this out. Making it last.
“Don’t hold back,” I gasped. “I want all of you—”
His control snapped.
Suddenly he was fucking me in earnest, his hips snapping against mine, the sound of skin on skin obscenely loud in the quiet room. He released my wrists and hauled my legs up over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half, and the new angle let him sink even deeper.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my hands scrabbling for purchase on his forearms. “Dakvaar— Dios mío!”
He was relentless, pounding into me, his cock hitting places I didn’t even know I had. The piercing dragged against my G-spot with every thrust, and his thumb never stopped its maddening circles on my clit.
Through the Bond, I could feel his pleasure building, the tight coil of need in his belly, the way my pussy gripped him, the primal satisfaction of being buried inside his Mate.
My orgasm hit without warning, slamming into me so hard I screamed. My pussy clamped down on his cock, pulsing, milking him, and through the haze I felt him swell inside me.
“Mine,” Dakvaar snarled, his hips stuttering. “My Mate—taking my cum—fuck, dkaar—”
He came with a roar, his cock jerking inside me, and I felt every pulse as he filled me. Hot and thick and so much, claiming me from the inside out, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.
And through the Bond, I felt his triumph, his satisfaction, his bone-deep rightness at being fully Mated, at filling his female with his seed.
It pushed me into a second orgasm, smaller but no less intense, and I sobbed his name as my body trembled beneath him.
When we finally collapsed together, sweaty and panting, his cock still buried inside me, his cum leaking out around us, I’d never felt more complete in my life.
This. This was what being fully Mated meant.
And because of that connection, I also knew when he was worried.
It was three days after the home game when Dakvaar came home from practice preoccupied.
I’d been thinking about the text I’d received from Maggie that day—Look, you know I love you, but if you can’t tell me WHEN you’re coming back, I’m going to have to hire a new server to take your shift, we can’t keep juggling this indefinitely—but immediately knew something was wrong.
“What’s up?” I murmured, taking his duffel from him.
I could see that he’d intended to brush off my question, pretend nothing was wrong…and I saw the moment he changed his mind. He glanced at Rosa—occupied in the living room teaching her dolls to skate—and sighed.
“Jord’s girlfriend, Holly, has a cousin who works at the hotel. You know the guys have been looking out for signs of Anthony?”
My heart jumped, and I wordlessly nodded, allowing the bag to drop slowly to the floor.
He winced and dragged his hand through his hair. “A male checked in two days ago that matches his description—complete with a broken nose and old bruising around both eyes —and he’s been asking questions around town about a woman and a little girl living with a hockey player.”
“Ay chingados,” I whispered.
Dakvaar wordlessly drew me into a hug, pressing me against his chest with his gaze locked on Rosa.
“It’ll be okay,” he murmured. “The team knows. They’re all on the lookout for him, and I can protect you.”
I knew that—he’d kept me updated on their search. But I didn’t want anyone hurt. “He’s a dangerous guy,” I pointed out weakly.
A rumble came from his chest, where I knew his Kteer nestled, keeping him alive. “So am I, mi querido.”
I snorted and poked his side. “Since I’m a female, you should say mi querida. But no guy really says that. How about mi amor?”
“Your language is problematic.”
“Oh?” I pulled back enough to smirk up at him. “And English isn’t?”
He dropped a kiss on my forehead. “I’m glad to see you’re taking this so well, love.”
I shrugged. “I know you will move hell and high water to protect us, Dakvaar. With the rest of the team behind you, I know we are as safe as we can be. And…”
When I winced and trailed off, he squeezed me. “What?”
“Well…” I sighed, then shrugged. “I really do need to get back to the café if I want to keep my job. I’ve loved this time with Rosa, but I’m beginning to go a little stir-crazy.
And she’s been asking me when she can go back to daycare—she misses her friend, little Tommy.
” I scrunched up one side of my face apologetically.
“Maybe…it’s time to confront Anthony? Get it over with? ”
I couldn’t imagine what Dakvaar could say to him to get him to leave us alone, but I know he’d had conversations with Lila—who had a whole team of lawyers at her disposal—and Torrk about the possibilities.
With a sigh, I pressed my cheek against his chest again, and he dropped his chin to the top of my head.
“Thank you for your trust in me, Sofia,” he rumbled.
“I’ve always trusted you, dkaar,” I murmured. “Now I’m trusting your teammates and our friends to come up with a way to set a trap for Anthony to keep him away from us, so we can start the rest of our lives.”
“As Mates,” he whispered.
I smiled. “As Mates.”