Page 60 of Kidnapped Forced Mate

Stryder’s lips form a bemused grin. “You know you don’t have to have my children, Olivia. Having you here, with me, is enough for me.”

Stryder’s words are everything I ever needed to hear, and I know that I’ve made the right decision to drop my guard down for the one man fated to me by the heavens. It all makes sense now, as if my entire life had been preparing me for this moment. I didn’t ever feel attracted enough to anyone in the mortal world to give myself the way I so easily gave myself to Stryder. Besides that, there’s nothing in the mortal world to bind me to life there. Being an orphan, I don’t have to worry about family that I’d need to explain all of this to. It’s as if the pieces of the puzzle of my life have finally come together to form a picture of the future I have in Aurora Island, with Stryder.

“I–I want to,” I relent. “I want to have your dragonspirit children, Stryder. I wanna become immortal. I, too, can’t imagine a different life for myself.”

Stryder’s jaw clenches as he stares into my eyes, those emerald depths jetted as though lust is his calling. Awareness runs through me, settling in my core and parting my lips.

“Then perhaps, we shouldn’t waste any more time,” he drawls.

It’s as if desire fills the air around us, swelled pridefully from our conversation that aired everything out in the open. With no weight of untruths dangling between us, the air is featherlight and blissful. I want to lose myself in this feeling of peace that washes over me, so I close my eyes and feel my body drawing forward, leaving the reins to Stryder’s lead.

He grabs them with both hands and takes command, his lips meeting mine for the most explosive, heartfelt kiss we’ve ever shared. The passion we shared before seems to tally up to this extraordinary moment when our lips meet in perfect symphony. I understand it now – the notion of fated mates. It makes so much sense to me, even though I’ve been a human all my life. I understand the magnitude of being a fated mate to the dragon shifter now when our fervent kiss is the most unrushed.

Where we hurried to get our clothes off before, we’ve slowed down now, letting our lips speak the words in our hearts. The promise of eternity lies in every soft caress of his fingertips on my arms, every pause to take a breath, and every heartbeat that follows a unified pattern. It’s in the way he gazes into my eyes, and in the way he slides his arms under me and then lifts me off the sofa.

All I can do is gaze at him with love consuming my heart, my arms wrapped around his neck as he slowly carries me to the bed. Time itself stands still, allowing us to exchange vows with our souls, our eyes lit up to truly see each other for the first time.

I might be a human, but I am a dragon shifter’s mate. The title feels honorable, as if I’d been bestowed a royal rank, as he gently lays me on the bed. He steps back to languidly remove his clothes, watching me intently as I lick my lips in anticipation.

When he climbs onto the bed, he takes his sweet time removing my clothes until we’re both bare on the bed. He doesn’t rush to touch me between my thighs, his movements are slow and calculated as he runs his fingertips down the valley of my breasts. Every touch is as if he’s feeling me for the first time, appreciating the softness of my skin, where he’ll no doubt paint a picture of his lust, using my body as his personal canvas.

Scratch that. His love becomes his artwork as he pulls me closer and parts his lips on the top of one breast. His cheeks form a vacuum as he suckles on my skin, leaving behind a territorial mark before he lifts his head and meets my eyes.

“I love you, Olivia Jackson,” he professes, cradling my cheek.

My heart skips a beat as I slide my fingers through his hair and return his declaration of love. “I love you, Stryder Vulkan.”

It’s as if my reciprocation turns him feral, a ravenous growl reverberating from his chest. He slides over me with the full weight of his muscled body, settling between my thighs while simultaneously capturing my lips. I moan on the kiss just as he enters me, filling my neediness with the length and girth that fits perfectly between my folds.

I become pliant once again, the expertise of his touch and how he weighs me down feeling so perfect. I am truly his now, and there’s nothing more I could want. This is my true purpose in life – to be the dragon shifter’s mate. The rest will just flow, just as his gentle thrusts into my being.

Our passionate lovemaking is unrushed, each thrust attesting to the love we share. I’m left breathless by the time my climax rolls around, and Stryder continues to fuck me through my high, joining me soon after as he spills hot ropes of seed deep inside me.

He pulls out only to lie down and gathers me into his arms. I feel so satisfied and warm. I don’t fight the sleep that washes over me then.

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“Damn…” I murmur under my breath, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth where I’d just spilled my guts out. Frowning to myself, I try tracing my steps to figure out when was the last time I ate. Since arriving on the island, I haven’t had anything to eat. Last night’s heartfelt moment with Stryder ended with me falling asleep in his arms.

It doesn’t make any sense. The other day, I’d thrown up because of how repulsed I’d been when another man kissed me. Last night, I was reunited with the man I love, so waking up early this morning to throw up doesn’t make sense.

Unless…

I gulp, hard, remembering that I don’t have my birth-control pills with me. More than that, I realize that I’m late.

“Oh, there you are,” Stryder says when he enters the bathroom. He frowns when he notices me sitting on the top of the toilet seat, bent over my knees. “Are you alright, Olivia?”

I nod slowly, my mind a million miles away as I gather my thoughts. When he comes over and crouches in front of me, another wave of nausea washes over me, and I’m jolted back to reality.

I quickly cupped a hand over my mouth before hopping off the toilet seat and throwing the lid open. Wave after wave of sickness comes out as nothing but coughs and splurges, having already emptied my tummy. Stryder calmly holds my hair out of my face, remaining supportive until the bout of sickness is over.

“When did you drink?” he muses when I’ve calmed down.

I roll my eyes at him. “Let me guess… This isn’t your first rodeo,” I chuckle. “How many times have you had to hold a woman’s hair back while she threw up?”

“Ooh!” he blows out a breath as if I’d just burned him. “Feisty. Have I done something to upset you?”

I sigh heavily, lifting myself back on the toilet seat and staring at Stryder remorsefully. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. In fact, I’d like to completely forget that you had quite a life before me.”

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