Page 15 of Beta's Virgin Bride

The need for air broke our kiss, and Cyan tilted his head up. I couldn’t resist his throat and the pulse that beat crazily there. I ran my tongue down the strong cord, nuzzling his Adam’s apple before finding that pulse point and sucking. I let my teeth scrape his skin then nipped a little harder than I’d intended. Blood welled up in the wound I’d made, and without thought, I flicked my tongue out and caught it.

He exploded through my senses. The heat and essence of him. I lost my head, going back for more, sucking the wound then scraping my teeth over it again and again. Cyan rode me faster, each stroke harder, pounding deeper. My nails scratched his skin, the balls of my feet digging into the small of his back as I clung to him.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Make me come again.”

He growled, hammering me until the room was filled with the sound of harsh breathing and slapping flesh. The scent of us and sex lingered on the air, making me hotter with every breath I dragged into my lungs. Somehow, he managed to bend so he could catch one of my nipples between his teeth. The tug was painful but in a good way. It had my sex clenching on him, squeezing hard as he fucked me the way I’d been wanting. He sucked me, rolling my nipple between his lips before kissing his way up my neck.

His hand was on the move again, gliding from my hip, brushing over my quivering belly until he forced it between us. Before I could growl with disapproval, those skilled fingers found my clit and played over it until I was a keening mess. I chanted his name with a few yeses and oh, God’s thrown in. He had me hovering on the brink of impossible pleasure very quickly. I arched my neck up, head pressing into the mattress and rolling back and forth as I fought to get there, to climb higher than I had before.

Then I felt the scratch of his teeth along the muscle at the base of my neck. I knew what he was going to do, and as much as I’d sworn I’d never take a mate, in that moment, I wanted his claim, his brand, the bite that would make me his. I should have expected his next move, should have realized what he’d demand.

“Look at me.” His voice was ragged, slurred as if he were drugged by the pleasure we shared, and I was helpless to ignore it.

Our gazes clashed, caught, and held. He pressed his thumb hard over my clit and slammed his cock deep, and I came, mouth open wide on a silent scream.

“Mine,” he rumbled, the promise there in his eyes. “You’re mine, Ivy, and I’m yours.”

He dropped his head and bit down, drawing and tasting my blood as I had his, and I was lost. I shuddered, my sex clenching so tightly around him I swear I felt his pulse inside me. His cock jerked as it seemed to grow even thicker before the first blast of seed filled me. I’d never known pleasure like this existed. I wanted more of it, but first, I needed to remember how to breathe. I swear I saw stars flickering at the edge of my vision, and I wondered how Cyan had managed to pull the sky into my bedroom. I was still trying to figure that out when they all blinked out and darkness claimed me.

Chapter Seven

~ Cyan ~

I slipped from the bed without disturbing Ivy. I’d barely closed my eyes all night, certain every time I did that I’d awake to find it was all a dream. So, I’d stayed up, watching over her, watching her. She’d snuggled against me, one leg thrown over mine, an arm lying low on my waist, and her head on my chest, the lush roundness of her breasts pressing against my side. It had been pleasure and torture all rolled into one.

I eased out of the room, softly pulling the door shut behind me. I could tell she was exhausted. I’d planned to spend the entire night making love to her, showing her how good we could be together. Instead, we’d come together once. Ivy had passed out cold on me, the smile on her lips letting me know she’d been completely satisfied. The marks on my skin brought a smile to my lips. My woman was fierce in her lovemaking. I couldn’t wait to get inside her again.

I planned to spend the day with her and Jasmine, so while they both slept, I took advantage of the time I had to make a few calls. Bas didn’t answer his phone. Hopefully, his mate was keeping him occupied. I expected a mating ceremony for the two of them soon. I hoped to have one, as well. It would depend on what Ivy would agree to. All I knew was now that I’d tasted her, I wasn’t going anywhere without her.

My next call was to Simon. He answered on the first ring.

“Report,” I ordered, wanting to know everything.

“Bas and Raina are at the main house with Bee. Haven’t seen any of them yet this morning.”

“Any trouble after I left last night?”

“No. Bas and Raina went for a run. I waited for them, brought them straight back here.”

“The three men from last night?” I wanted to know if they’d said anything.

“Three winners there. Lot of bitching and moaning. Not happy with Bas taking over as alpha, but then, they didn’t have anything good to say about the old alpha, either. From what I hear, they’re nothing but trouble.”

“Are there any others?” The idea that there were members of the pack who thought it was okay to harass Ivy or Rebbie wouldn’t fly. I wanted every one of the motherfuckers found and dealt with.

“A couple. Rebbie let us know, and Taylor took care of rounding them up last night. Trust me, they won’t be a problem.”

“Good,” I growled. “Make sure none of them were missed.”

“Michael’s following up with the elders this morning before we get with Bas and see what to do with them.”

“Don’t bother Bas with this unless he comes to check with you. Our alpha’s getting mated. He has other priorities at present. Keep them where they are for now. I’d be surprised if anyone misses them. Let the reality of what won’t be tolerated in their new pack sink in. Put Michael or Taylor in charge until Bas is free or I’m back.”

“When do you think that’ll be?” Simon asked.

“I’m not sure. I might take the week. Spend it with my new mate and her younger sister. Have one of the guys pack a bag for me and drop it off.” I rattled off the address for him. “I need to be here. Ivy and her sister were close with Rowan Byrd. I don’t think either of them have really processed him being gone. Christ, Simon. Her sister still has nightmares about Rowan burning to death in that damn truck.”

“Shit. Poor kid. That’s rough. I heard the Daltons were like family to him.”

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