“But you are not.” He narrows his gaze at me.
I shake the hair out of my eyes. “I admit, it feels manipulated. You seduced me, Dante. You held back the best parts of you, made me come to you, made me yearn for you.”
“Ah! But you also got to enjoy the fruits of our struggle, didn’t you, Starlight?” He flexes his dick inside me.
I can’t stop the groan that wells up my throat. “Bastard,” I say without heat.
“But I am your bastard.” He tilts his head then winces.
My gaze falls to the wound at the curve of his neck. “Does it hurt?” I am more curious than anything else. I should feel angry, upset that he’d made me act in a way that is so different from anything I have done before, yet all I feel is a relief that I don’t have to hide again.
He bares his teeth; his canines are still visible. “Hurt? It’s a fucking turn-on. Every jolt of pain, every trickle of blood is a mark of your possession, and I wear it with pride. I want the world to see it. I want everyone to know I am yours just as you are—”
“—mine.” I push back on his chest then straddle him.
The movement chafes my channel against his dick which throbs. A ripple of pleasure streaks down my spine.
The skin across his cheeks stretches. “When I first saw you, I knew I had to break you.” His throat moves as he swallows.
“Oh?” I squeeze my inner walls around the girth of his dick. “And now?”
“Now I realize I’d been staring into the face of my own ruin all along.” One side of his lips quirks. The skin around his eyes crinkles. To say that is a smile that reaches his eyes would be an exaggeration. But there’s no mistaking the emotions that swirl in them. The mating cord thrums. A dense cloud of heat floods the bond. It slams into me at the same time his dick hardens, even more, filling me, pushing up into me, thrusting into me. I can’t stop the pool of moisture that dribbles out of my cunt. “Fuck.” My eyelids flutter down, drowning out all other sensation, fading out the room around us. How did we get back inside the room, when we’d been outside earlier?
A minor detail, and one that doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters, nothing except the hardness that throbs between my legs. The rough hands which grasp my hips, the callused pads of the fingers that dig into my curves, the piston-like movement of his narrow flanks that pump his dick higher, still higher into me, piercing me, taking over my pussy, slamming into my wet channel, until all I am is a messy, melting pool of emotions shattering, coming apart again over him. On him.
“Gia, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
The fierceness in his voice tugs at my nerves. A chuckle bubbles up my throat. “You should talk.”
He propels his hips up; his cock shoves up and into me. The firm flesh extends out and hooks into place behind my pelvis. “Dante.” His name is torn from my lips.
“Yeah, that’s me, acushla, your mate. I am your slave, chained to your body, your cunt, your soul.” His voice hitches. “I haven’t always been straight with you, about what mating with a Fae actually means.”
A chuckle spills from my lips. “You mean just the part where your dick not only extends inside, spearing me almost in half but where it hooks inside me, locking on to that secret inner core, the part I didn’t even know existed?”
His lips firm, “I waited until your transformation to being Fae was complete before I knotted you. I held back until I knew you could ride the pain and withstand the pleasure.” A vein throbs at his temple. “Until I knew there was no way I could let you go.”
“You tricked me.” There is a lightness in my chest. “You seduced me until I had no choice but to follow you all the way.” Adrenaline laces my blood. I know what I have to do next.
“Desperate times and all that.” He lowers his chin and pulls it back against his neck. “Not going to apologize for that, Starlight.”
I drop my palms over his thick forearms. My nails slide out, and I hook them into his skin for purchase, then wriggle my hips, just so, just enough to scoot forward a millimeter, enough to take him in completely, for his balls to slap against my pussy.
A groan rumbles out of him.
My belly clenches. More moisture oozes from my core, and I clench my walls around him, squeezing, holding on, milking him. “Never letting you go, Fae, and not apologizing for that either.”
He chuckles. The sound is so male, so rich…so carefree almost. It’s so not what I thought I’d ever hear from him that my throat closes.
His gaze locks with mine.
Those blue eyes swirl with humor, with lust, heat, love… “Wow.” I gulp. “I was wrong about you all along.”
His eyebrows lower, but the smile still lingers around those gorgeous lips. “Explain.”
It’s a command all right, but it lacks bite. Oh! This mate of mine will never cease to be dominant. Every inch of him is an alpha-hole, one who will never give an inch…except I know how to take. I always have. And especially with him.
“Why don’t I show you instead, hmm?” I lick my lips.
Of course, his gaze fixes on my mouth. His jaw tenses and color floods his cheeks.
“Why do I feel like I am being taken in, that you are using my own words against me, that you are running circles around me, acushla, and that…I don’t mind it at all.” He blinks, then shakes his head. He tips his head forward so his chin touches his chest.
“You don’t?” My mouth falls open in surprise. It reflects the same amazement that threads his tone.
He slides his arm up my back and yanks me close. My breath hitches. I fall over his chest. My breasts graze those hard planes, and my gaze is caught by those mesmerizing blue eyes.
“I do believe you are crawling under my skin. That your essence is catching me unawares, softening my reactions. You are making me more human, Starlight.” His nostrils flare. His eyes gleam. “And you know what?”
I swallow, “Wh…what?”
“I think you need to be punished for bringing me down.”
My throat closes. My insides curl with anticipation.
“What do you say?” He moves his hips so his dick curves inside me.
My pussy squeezes in reflex. Pleasure zings at my nerve endings. I’ll never get used to this feeling, this need to have him inside me, owning me, claiming me.
“I don’t trust that look.” I pout.
He glares down that beautiful hooked nose. His thin upper lip tightens. Anticipation crawls up my spine. I shiver. “And I can’t wait for whatever deviousness you’re thinking up next.”
44
Dante
I swagger up the driveway of the low-lying building that is our new headquarters of the Fae Corps in Singapore. The bastard Boris had claimed it for his own when he headed up the Corps. He hasn’t been seen since I took him down…with Starlight’s help, so we’d commandeered his home to house the next generation of the Corps who were being trained by me and my fellow team members.
The entire experience had taught me that I am not invincible. Failings and all that. Imagine that? Me, the asshole who hadn’t given a damn about anything else, who’d preferred to live life fast and on the edge, now actually paused for thought. And no, it isn’t because my life is at risk, but because hers is even more important.