I forced my eyes to stay open as I watched him come long and hard, his eyes locked on mine as well. Kasias’s big body strained, his cock throbbing in me, the sounds leaving him frightening during any other time.
He came and came and came, and the whole time, I could only watch in pure female appreciation, because I was the reason he found so much pleasure.
I thought he was finished, his big body wracking, but a shocked gasp left me when he pulled out, strings of his cum dripping from the tip of his cock and landing on my pussy. He stroked himself, using our combined fluids as lubrication. Another coarse grunt, and he was coming again.
White ropes of his seed covered my belly in hot arcs, his grunt of competition filling my head. I gasped when he reached out and started rubbing his semen into my skin, the possessive, scorching-hot look on his face having my inner muscles clench. He was staring into my eyes, the shift in him nearly taking control. His polar bear kept flashing forward.
And even though he’d come so hard… so much, his cock was still like a lead pipe between his thighs.
We were just getting started for the night. I knew that without a doubt.
10
Penny
Hours and hours later
Kasias collapsed on top of me, breathing harshly, the sound twisted and distorted since his animal was right there at the surface. The weight of him pushed me into the mattress, and I gasped from the pleasure as I felt every inch of him.
He rolled to the side only a moment later and curled his arm possessively around me, shifting me so I was now snug right up against him.
The feeling of being complete for the first time in my life claimed me so thoroughly I felt my body tighten and relax because of it. And for the first time since my mating heat started, I felt… clam. There wasn’t this burn and frantic need inside me. I felt his cum start to slip out of me, but he growled as if he sensed that too and had his hand between my legs, gathering what seeped out, and pushed it back into me.
“I stay in here. I stay in you.” He started running his nose up the length of her neck then moved his mouth over the mark he’d given me.
A soft sound left me at how sensitive it was. The mark would never heal, not in the way it would go away. It was strategically placed so it could always be seen. His scent was in me now, forever seeping for my pores so there was no doubt in anyone's mind I was taken.
“My mate,” he purred. “My female.” He started licking me then, running his tongue over every inch of my body, and I lay there and accepted it all.
He moved me onto my back, and I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue move in slow circles over my collarbones, between my breasts, over the mounds, along the peaks. There wasn’t a place on me he didn’t lick and suck at. He was taking my scent into him as well, further rubbing his scent into me.
He had his hand cupping my neck then slid his fingers along my jaw, over my mouth. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over my bottom lip and then touched my cheek with his big palm, cradling my head in his hand.
Kasias rose up then, the look on his face causing my breath to catch.
“What?” I asked softly, my voice unable to get any higher than this. The emotion I saw on his face had nothing to do with what we’d just done. His expression was soft, gentle even. It went against this big, masculine shifter male.
My male.
“Female,” he said in a voice so soft my breath caught again. He stroked his hand along my cheek, his palm so big it covered the entire side of my face. “From this moment on, you’re mine and I’m yours.”
I nodded, because I had no words that would accurately describe how I felt at that moment. We didn't know anything about the other. What we knew went down to the physical sense. But my soul knew his. My animal craved his. My heart beats the same tempo as his now.
We shared the same air, were connected in a way no one else would ever understand, not even other fated mates. Our connection was unique, unbreakable.
And when he was done memorizing my entire body with his tongue and lips, when my body was deliciously damp from the sweetness of his saliva mixed with his scent, he pulled me in close and held me. I sighed in utter contentment.
“This is the beginning,” I found myself saying out loud.
He growled low. “This is forever.”
11
Penny
The next morning
As soon as I woke up, I knew I was alone. It was a heaviness, this emptiness. My mate wasn’t near.
My eyes were still closed as I stretched, the scent of Kasias surrounding me, mixing with, lingering with the thick aroma of the sex we had all night. And God, it had been all night.
He hadn’t given me a reprieve, and I’d been grateful, begging for more. So much more.
I lay on my back now, my legs stretched out, my body deliciously naked, sore. I was sticky on my belly, and my face became warm as I remembered him rubbing his cum on my skin, growling and snapping, murmuring how he wanted his scent on every inch of my body.
I felt the remnants of our fucking between my thighs, a combination of my own arousal and the copious amounts of semen Kasias had given me.
I had no idea a man could orgasm so many times in one evening.
A small smile curved my lips and a flush stole over me, because I was the reason he’d been so unhinged.
My mating heat was still in full-force, but it wasn’t nearly as intense, not since Kasias filled me up so much last night. My breasts felt sensitive and heavy, my nipples rubbing against the sheet painfully. It was a reminder of all the erotic, wickedly delicious abuse he had given to them.
I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, not wanting to get out of bed, wanting to stay here for as long as I could and just let my mate have his way with me.
I forced myself out of bed, the wood beneath the soles of my feet chilled, immediately causing goose bumps to form along my arms and legs. There was a soft looking throw blanket draped over the edge of the bed, and I quickly grabbed it and pulled it around my naked form, but not before I’d seen the marks on my body, the little fingerprint-sized bruises covering my alabaster skin.
The scratches, bite marks... all the things that heated me up and made me remember over and over again that my mate was fierce and alpha. Reminding me that he was so very primal.
God, those marks made me feel loved and cared about, owned and possessed. They made me feel mated.
And I knew without seeing him yet that Kasias sported the same things. I knew his back would show stripes from my nails in all their passion-filled glory.
After using the bathroom, running my fingers through my sex-tangled hair, and washing my face, I used some toothpaste on my finger so I felt a semblance of being put together. I left the bathroom and padded barefoot out into the living room.
I hadn’t bothered washing off his semen from my belly or between my legs. Maybe I was sick, a sickness so good because I didn’t want it off me, not right now, not ever. I loved smelling like him… feeling him, even though he wasn’t here.
I loved having the feeling of what he’d done to me dried on my flesh like a tattoo, a branding. I loved the smell of him as it wrapped around me so strongly I felt dizzy from it.
And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that as soon as he smelled me, knew I hadn’t washed him off, he’d be pleased and take me all over again.