Page 34 of Stalking His Mate

His body stiffens but then I feel his head shake before he pulls me tight to his body. “No. I talked with our Alpha and explained everything. He met his fated mate the same way. Well, mostly. He found her at the auction.”

“How often does this happen?”

“I guess a lot, lately,” he replies with a short laugh. “Enough that there is discussion about initiating some new rules if a couple discovers a fated bond.”

I wriggle out of his grasp just enough to free my arms so I can cup the sides of his face. Turning him so I can look into his eyes. Having him this close makes my chest ache and my heart pound. He’s so beautiful. What the hell he sees in me is beyond me, but I’m not going to fight it.

“So, what do we do now?” I mean for our future together, not right here and now. But the moment his amber eyes darken to a molten gold, my core clenches and I flood my panties with heat.

“First,” he growls, rolling his hips seductively against mine and driving a gasp from me. “I’m going to fuck you until we’re both exhausted and sated. Then I’m going to feed you and fuck you again, as many times as you’ll let me. Then we’re going to curl up and sleep until you need to pick up Molly.”

Thinking of Molly cools some of my lust, but only for a moment because his hands are roaming. Sliding under my shirt, pushing my bra out of the way so he can cup my aching breasts. When he pinches and rolls my sensitive nipples I moan and arch into him.

Then, I stop thinking.

Our clothes disappear and before I can object my legs are draped over his shoulders while he eats my pussy like a starving man. And fuck me, is he good. His thumb slowly circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as his other slides up and down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my breasts before moving back down. He pets me and teases me until I come. My back arching, fingers fisting in his hair, I scream his name as I flood his mouth with my cream.

When I’ve come down enough to let go of him, he stalks up my body, licking his lips like a predator. His eyes glow with an inner light as he splits my legs, pushing them up before sinking deep inside me in a single thrust. We both moan and then he’s pumping, dragging me right back to the edge of my waning orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants as he works his length in and out of my tight channel. Dante arches his back and punches his hips, “You feel so fucking good. So tight and hot. Agh, I’m so close,” his eyes find mine and hold them. “Come with me. Now!”

As hard as I try to keep my eyes with his, they flutter and then roll back as my body obeys his demand. A choked cry slips past my lips, and I quiver through a second, even stronger, orgasm.

“Ah, fuck. That’s it, Amy,” and then his hips are pounding me into the mattress. “Take my cum, baby. Every drop. I’m gonna fill you so full. Breed a baby into your perfect body.”

Talking of getting me pregnant would normally send up dozens of red flags and have me running for the hills but hearing it from Dante’s lips has my pussy clenching with another orgasm following on the heels of the one that hasn’t even finished yet.

“You want that, baby?” Dante moans in my ear. “You want me to knock you up with my cub?”

“Yes!” the word tears from my throat. “Yes, I want that!”

He groans loudly as more heat floods my pussy as he swells even bigger just as something sharp has me jumping.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he croons. He’s so deep, and the sharp flare of pain eases quickly. His hips aren’t moving anymore, he’s just pressed deep as his cock pulses. “Just relax, let it happen.”

“Let what happen?” my voice comes out soft, somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

“My barbs,” he explains like I should know. Maybe I do. “I’m locked in you until they relax.”

My heart is pounding, even as I command my body to relax. My legs slide down the backs of his and my arms curl around his waist. We’re pressed, fused really, together and I never want to move.

“Does this happen every time?”

Dante presses his lips to the side of my sweaty temple. “Only with you.”

I like that.

When his cock stops pulsing, he rolls us to our sides and before we’re even able to separate, my eyes drift shut, and I fall into the best sleep I’ve had in… forever.

21

DANTE

Six months later…

I’ve barely pulled into the driveway of Amy’s townhome before the front door swings open and Molly comes running out to meet me, leaving the door wide open in her wake.

“Dante!” she calls out to me, opening the door to my Tundra before I’ve even undone my seatbelt.

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