Page 17 of Beautiful Heart

Gerri quickly ascended to the peak and flew over without stopping to catch her breath, screaming out her orgasm as Livingston took control. He easily held her up, and after planting his feet on the floor and his shoulders against the back of the chair, began fucking up into her.

His hard hands around her hips, and his engorged cock growing even bigger as he fucked her, kept Gerri’s orgasm rolling through her, like waves rolling into the shore one after another.

“Give me your neck, mate,” Livingston ordered through gritted teeth as his orgasm seemed to overwhelm him.

Dropping her head to the side, Gerri leaned in so he could bite her in that spot where neck and shoulder met. She screamed as yet another, even stronger orgasm, crested. At the same time, she managed to bite Livingston in the same spot, drinking deeply from his deliciously spicy blood.

She did not stop when he pulled his fangs from her. It took a smack on her ass to get her to pull from his shoulder.

“Lick it closed, mate,” Livingston ordered as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck.

Still mindless from her multiple orgasms, Gerri did as ordered, licking the skin she had just mutilated. Once she’d finished, she pulled back and watched as his flesh healed until it was smooth and unscarred as it had been before she’d bit him.

“Wow,” she whispered even as she nuzzled the damp spot and breathed deep of the man’s essence.

His scent that had aroused her just moments before, now calmed her until she was completely relaxed and nearly asleep again.

“I love you, my princess,” Livingston whispered as he brushed a kiss on her temple.

“Love you, too,” she murmured softly in return, not caring that it was too soon to be making such declarations.

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Livingston cuddled Gerri, amazed not only that she had initiated their first full mating, but that she had already decided to mate with him before she’d been attacked and nearly killed. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be momentarily weakened by his need for this creature with a heart so beautiful she was perfect for him.

He had not planned to blurt out his feelings so soon in their relationship, and was stunned when she returned the words without hesitation. He cuddled her while she slept and allowed himself to drowse, though his instincts remained alert for danger.

When she roused, he allowed her to climb from his lap, but did not let her move away. Instead, he stood and gently pushed her into the chair. Dropping to his knees before her, he pulled her so her ass was at the edge of the chair. Without a word, he pushed her legs apart, then dropped his head and began to clean up her pussy.

The mingling of their fluids tasted delicious and he licked and sucked and lapped at her pussy until she came on his tongue. By this time, his cock had risen to attention and while she was still in the throes of her orgasm, he rose over her and slid his cock in place. The muscles rhythmically tightening around his cock as he filled her had his orgasm quick gathering at the base of his spine.

He began thrusting, driving them both to the peak hard and fast. It had only been a few minutes since their last orgasm, but he could not keep from fucking her again. Instead of biting her, he turned his face and focused on her pleasure.

Three bites and they would be forever linked, their lives and deaths tied together, and he couldn’t do that to her without talking to her one more time. Losing her now would hurt him irrevocably, but if he bit her a third time, her changing her mind and leaving would kill him.

He would give her as much time as she needed, but he already knew he was in all the way. She was his mate, his life, his love. He just needed her to feel as certain as he did that he was the man for her.

Lifting her from the chair, he eased his cock from her body as he laid on the floor and draped her limp form over his. They could rest here until he found the energy to carry her back to their bedroom. Though she had slept for three days to recover from her attack, he knew they would both need a nap after their sexual gymnastics of the past hour.

He only hoped that when she woke again, she would still want to be his. When she shivered, he grabbed her robe and spread it over her before sitting up. He sat up, holding her close just as someone knocked on the closed doors, no doubt to tell him he was late for one meeting or another.

Sometimes being the prince sucked.

Chapter Ten

Over the next weeks Gerri settled into her new position as mate to the prince of the coven. She was surprised at how easy it was to make the transition. She also learned about being vampire and all that entailed.

Her job mainly consisted of keeping Livingston calm and happy, which meant lots of hugs, kisses, and sex for her.

Meeting the other supernatural factions’ leaders had been eye-opening as well.

Kingsley James, the city’s mage leader, was a few inches over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a well-toned, solid-built body. He wore his hair cut close to his head, with heavy touches of silver at his temples, and glints of silver throughout. His mustache and goatee had more white strands in them contrasted with his unlined café au lait skin, making Gerri wonder how old the man truly was. His white dress shirt and black cargo pants, worn with black cowboy boots showcased his strong chest, flat belly, and long legs.

Jefferson Carstairs, the alpha of the shape-shifters, looked to be somewhere between a hard-living forty and well-preserved seventy. With his shaggy, wavy dirty-blond hair threaded with silver, sleekly muscled body and golden tan, he reminded Gerri of an over-the-hill, bad boy surfer-biker. His worn denims, black t-shirt, and worn leather jacket just added to the image. She swore his golden-brown eyes turned amber as he glanced at Livingston when he shook her hand.

The three men recruited to join the supernatural council to represent the bland population’s interest, despite Livingston’s objections. Attending her first meeting, Gerri was shocked to find that not only did the city have a vampire and shape-shifter population, but also mages, elves, fairies, gargoyles, and other supernatural beings. Even more surprising was that the various creatures were able to come together for an hour every week to govern the city’s supernatural population without many conflicts and confrontations between the various factions.

When he saw her adjusting to her new life easily, Livingston asked if she would be willing to deal with the female members of the coven and the problems they brought him. While he understood some of their complaints, he wasn’t a woman and had a hard time with a majority of their issues.

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