Chapter 3 #2
“I love that you want to be romantic, but I’m in a lot of pain. Can you please, just touch me. We can have a do over later?”
Our chests meet, and his hand trails lower to my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. “As you wish.”
His hard cock wedges between us, and my body shivers for it.
My gaze is heavy-lidded as lust fires through my brain, drowning out everything else.
I welcome the pull of the bond I never thought I’d feel, trusting fate more than ever. He is mine, I am his, and right now, that’s all that matters.
Sebastian St Vincent
My hands are shaking, my entire body trembling with the need to have her. I glance down into her glittering brown eyes, noting how she arches her back when I caress her. This woman, this exquisite creature, is somehow mine, and from this moment on I’m never letting her go.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She’s absolutely stunning with her sun-kissed skin, a big, beautiful goddess of desire.
I lean down and brush my lips to hers, groaning from the softness of her and how her hands tighten on my shoulders.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a woman.
The curve of one big, bountiful breast squishes beneath my calloused hand, and I practically groan when she seems to bask in my caress. One of her small hands pull away from me to grip her other breast through her shirt, and I almost come undone right then and there.
“My god, woman,” I croak, unable to look away from her.
The ground trembles beneath us, and I curse how I've gotten myself into such a predicament, forced to take my mate on the floor as the bond demands we join bodies.
“It aches.” The words leave her lips on a whimper.
My hands are unsteady and shaking as I reach, gripping her to me.
“I’ll take care of you,” I answer, kissing first at her temple and working my way down her face. I kiss gently at her eyelids and then her cute nose, enjoying the little pants of breath she makes before I take her lips.
Her mouth opens beneath mine, and a low moan leaves me as the kiss turns greedy and possessive.
“Bloody hell,” I say when I come up for air, my cock hard and throbbing, only to dive back in.
Lust barrels through me as she coils one unclad thigh around my frame, rubbing my hardness against her through her underclothes. I squeeze her to me, not believing my luck.
After centuries of being locked away, it seems fortune is finally smiling on me. I’ll finally have my freedom again, all because of this woman in my arms.
“I need you now,” she demands.
In my experience, mate bonds can be painful with how it urges you to mate, further solidifying the bond between two supernatural beings. Her curves bend and trap my mind as she moves, her full figure a feast for my hands and eyes.
I tug at the silky fabric covering her mound, feeling my jaw go slack and my mouth beginning to water.
Her hands grab for my trousers. “Your pants.”
I tear at the ties to open them, almost rearing back when she grabs my cock. A grunt leaves me, and I shunt forward when her whole hand rubs at me, lining me up against her sweet cunt.
“Deep breath,” I say, hiking her leg higher and pressing my dick to her hot and welcoming slit.
I pause when I feel the ground move beneath us, staring into the soulful brown of her gaze.
Fuck, I kind of feel bad deceiving her.
Damn and blast it, this isn’t how this was meant to happen. The magic is fading fast around us, and tiny tremors have been quaking the ground for days. It’s only a matter of time before the tomb caves in.
Her gaze is heavy with the mate-bond magic, so much so that I can practically see the need driving her.
The shimmering blue light folds and wraps around us, lighting on her in such a way it makes it apparent this woman is no mere human at all. Magic courses through her veins the same way that it now does mine.
I enter her slowly, steeling myself when her fingernails bite into my back, scoring and marking me. A harsh grunt leaves me at her tightness, and she moans.
The sight of her wet and willing, wrapped around me, makes my control falter. I have to fight to keep myself upright and not fall on her like a sex-starved beast. I manage to get close enough to one wall to brace against it as I work her onto my cock.
I shudder when my hips can go no further and I’m seated deep within her, trembling at how tight and hot she feels around me. Her pussy grips me as I begin to thrust in earnest.
Her eyes fly open and a soft blush creep over her round cheeks as she holds me to her like she fears I might stop. Her grip pulls hard at my arms and shoulders, and her hips meet mine to harden each thrust and quicken the pace.
“Oh, my gods. Yes, more,” she screams, her mouth opening on a cry.
I slam into her with relentless thrusts, giving deep, steady strokes, filling her and stretching her cunt around me so she can take more.
Hearts beating in tandem and bodies melding, we move as one, her body welcoming and her hunger matching my own.
I buck my hips, my shaft throbbing as I plunge into her.
Her inner walls begin to clench around me, and I have to lock my jaw to keep from losing myself in her, wanting to extend her pleasure at least for a little longer.
She cries out and I groan, pulling out a little only to drive back in deep, my strokes sure and possessive as I piston harder. I almost falter, my cock slicking in and out of hot heaven, when it clamps down on me. She’s so soft and tight, and she feels divine in my muscled arms.
I feel pleasure ripple through her when she finally shatters on my cock. I melt into her heat, flooding her with my seed as pride fills my chest and soars through my veins.
I sense the moment when the mate bond takes hold, not changing my first bond, but linking them all together.
As soon as it does, she goes still in my arms, her hands losing their strict grip on my body. I cup her precious face in my hand and set her on her feet gently, holding her weight to me.
“You are magnificent,” I murmur, pushing the wisps of chocolate-colored hair from her face and tucking them behind her ear.
She smiles softly, and I lean down to kiss her lips.
I groan, my cock twitching for more inside her, but pull out reluctantly. She gasps at our separation, her nails biting as if to resist. As much as I want to fuck her repeatedly, forcing her to come on me as many times as she can handle, I can’t do it here.
Worry forces me to hasten my pace, even when I want nothing more than to be with this stunning beauty, exploring her, learning about her, and so much more. We need to complete the ritual.
I quickly retie my trousers and gather her clothes for her.
“I’m sorry, but we have to go,” I say, helping her redress.
The thought of what could happen if I don't get back to the antechamber in time floods me with terror.
“Okay,” she replies, her gaze tender, the line of her mouth content and slack.
A harsh clank echoes as the gold bracelet clatters to the floor, letting go of her wrist at last. I immediately reach for her bare arm and begin kissing it tenderly, knowing that whatever power I’ve been bestowed by my first lover will allow me to heal her.
Sure enough, within seconds the bruising on her arm fades.
The red and raw marks wrapping around her forearm disappear, leaving pale pink skin beneath.
I pocket the bracelet for safekeeping and reluctantly let go of my newfound mate as she rights her clothes, holding an arm out for her to balance herself as she toes on her strange looking shoes.
The ground chooses this moment to shudder under us, rocks and debris shaking from the stone ceiling, pelting the ground. I dive to her when she screams, covering her sweet and fragile body with mine.
“We've got to go,” I yell.
I pull her hand to me and rush towards the tunnel I was heading to before I found her.
“I’m Chloe,” she says, squeezing my hand in hers.
I stop so suddenly I have to catch her to keep her from falling.
“Chloe,” I repeat, letting the sound of her name wash over me. My lips lift into a grin as I stare down at her and sketch a bow. “Sebastian St Vincent, my lady, at your service.”
I bask in the warmth of her pretty smile.
I move to kiss the crown of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of jasmine and frankincense, before pulling her along.
What an astonishing woman. I do hope she’s fond of surprises.