Page 35 of The Guardian's True-Mate

“What? Want a view to change to?” I teased him.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, his fingers pausing over his fly, “or maybe I just want you ready for me.”

“I’ve been ready for you,” I said, slipping my hands under my thighs to hold my legs in place, “you’re the one taking your time.”

“I want to savor and memorialize every moment we’re together,” he said, undoing his belt buckle.

“You can savor it all a little closer to me,” I grinned.

“I plan on getting close to you,” he smirked, “really close.”

“Then put your dick where your mouth is.”

“That would be a trick.”

“One I’d watch,” I shrugged as best as I could all, bent up like a pretzel.

“I bet you would,” he chuckled, finally undoing his fly to finish undressing.

Cardian was fit. His arms and thighs were marked with muscles that I wanted to lick and bite.

“There’ll be time for that later,” my wolf whimpered into my thoughts.

He was right. If I was in heat, nature would plan out how long our matingmoon would last, not us.

Cardian sank one knee onto the sofa and ran his hand up over my dick and kept going until his fingertips brushed against my throat.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled and the fire inside me burnt hotter.

He ran his hand back down the length of my body over my chest, belly, cock, and balls right down to my slick, needy omegahole. Slick arousal pooled outside of it and with gentle circles that made me writhe from his touch, Cardian coated his fingers in my natural lubrication.

He stroked himself as he moved onto the sofa properly bringing up his other knee as he knelt before me. My gaze followed his fist as he worked it over his long thick cock. Then Cardian shifted his weight forward. The thick head of his cock brushed against my slick omegahole, and I gasped as my nerve endings lit up.

“Ready?” Cardian asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“Been ready,” I nodded as he rubbed the head of his cock over me again.

He rested one hand possessively on my thigh as he used the other hand to work himself inside me. Aided by the heat and my slickness, my body opened to him, welcoming him inside me. I let out a long breath as he thrust forward, serving me up inch after inch of himself.

He growled, his expression screwed up with concentration and pleasure as he sank balls deep into my body. I squeezed him tight as my brain adjusted to the delicious, almost overwhelming fullness pressing at me from the inside. Cardian’s weight settled against me, and I wrapped my limbs around him to hold him in place. He thrust again and I arched my hips to meet him. It didn’t take us long to find the rhythm between our bodies. Our heartbeats pounded in time as I clung to him, riding out the waves and spirals of pleasure dancing between us.

He kissed my throat, trailing his tongue up and down, keeping pace with his steady thrusting. Bit by bit, his attention turned to my claiming gland again. This time, I bent my neck away from him, giving him free reign of my claiming gland. He licked up and down the side of my throat, his tongue playing at my pulse point. For a second, I thought he’d bite me right there just for a taste. The sharp points of his fangs grazed against my flesh, but he pulled away, turning back to my claiming gland at the last second.

“I promise to always love and protect you,” he murmured against my skin just before his fangs sank into my claiming gland.

The sting came and went like a lightning bolt leaving behind the rivers and streams of the clear magical fluid as the only evidence it ever happened. Cardian’s nimble tongue lapped up the fluid from my gland and drank in my memories. My life wasn’t that exciting, if you didn’t count my parents dying when I was young. I didn’t think there were many surprises hiding inside the magic for him. Unless it was magic itself – some of my spells or research.

Even as he lapped up my memories, our hips rocked together building friction and stoking the fires of heat blazing through me. I clung to him as he finished his half of our claiming vows. I swallowed hard as he pulled away, having dried up all the magical fluid. He claimed my lips in a hard kiss. His tongue whipped and spun around mine, leaving me breathless and a little dizzy.

“Your turn,” he said, moving so that I could reach his shoulder.

His claiming gland was prominent enough that I didn’t have to search around for it. I placed a promising kiss on it and the fluid within sloshed under my lips. What would I see? What would I hear? How would it feel to finally be connected heart, body, and soul to my true-mate?

My impatient wolf forced his canine tooth out of my mouth and urged me on. I didn’t bite hard enough at first, trying to be gentle. Then I chomped down, Cardian swore and thrust into me hard. I opened my mouth to apologize but didn’t have time because the clear magic fluid was already trying to make its great escape.

I chased it down with my tongue as Cardian’s dick rocked inside my body. His memories came on slowly as if they were hesitant to show themselves at all. The Lost Fang Coven dwelt within a fortress unlike anything I had even seen. Thick impenetrable walls blocked out most of the sun when anyone bothered to venture out into the world during the daytime. It was safe and snug. It was guarded and laughter filled the halls in more memories than not. Whispered conversation seeped through the walls because vampires couldn’t do much besides tune out their predatory hearing.

The faces of his parents and siblings drifted in and out of view. Most of the adults didn’t seem to age at all or if they did it was even slower than us shifters aged. Laurni was everywhere for minutes of the memories and then he was gone. One little battle and one of the greatest guardians the Lost Fang Coven ever knew was gone. His pain echoed through me, and I gripped him tighter. Battle was always fucked up. Good people died alongside the worst of them.

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