Page 21 of Taming His Mate

His frantic thrusts suddenly slow. “You want me to claim you?”

I nod my head. I’m so close. So close…

“After everything you’ve done…” His hand disappears from around my throat, and he drives deep before rearing back, pulling my ass up higher.

I start to push myself up on my arms, but he pushes me back down by the back of my neck. Forcing my face into the bed as he starts to fuck me violently. Tears leak from my eyes as I hover at the very brink of my orgasm.

“You think your ass is so good that I’d forget everything you’ve done? You think a couple orgasms is enough to erase the way you cuckolded me for years?”

I cry out when he brings his other hand down on my ass with a loud crack. The flare of pain adds to the agony that’s twisting me up inside. “Please, Luka. I need?—"

“I’ve dreamed of hearing those words from you,” he leans over me to whisper in my ear. “Stroked myself off while imagining hearing you beg, just like this.”

His hips never stop their hard rhythm, dragging the promise of my orgasm on and on and on.

“I should do just that,” he tells me darkly, “I should claim you, bind you to me and then punish you for your discretions, knowing you can’t escape me again.”

I whimper and fight his hold on me, but it’s a useless struggle. I’m completely at his mercy as he keeps me on the knife’s edge of my orgasm.

“But I’m not going to.”

I blink my eyes wide. “No… Luka,please?—”

His hand cracks against my ass again and I yelp.

The hand pressing down on my neck squeezes and then he lets me go. I think that he’s going to stop; to withhold the beautiful promise of pleasure he keeps teasing me with. Instead, he grabs me by the elbows and hauls me up onto my knees so that my back is pressed to his front. I cry out when the coil in my belly twists tighter. This new position has him sinking even deeper in my ass. He clamps his hand around the front of my throat, while sliding the other between my thighs to work my clit. Not with gentle, teasing stroke, this time he rubs at itfuriously, driving the air from my lungs as my denied orgasm slams into me.

With tears streaming down my face, I scream and writhe in his arms while his fingers and cock drag out my orgasm until my vision starts to go spotty.

“When I claim you, it won’t be in the middle of an orgasm that is muddling your thinking,” he promises as he starts moving inside me again. Timing his thrusts with the rough strokes of his fingers as I clench around him. “When I finally give you my bite, you’ll be clear headed. You’ll have to prove that you want me, not my faction or status.Me.”

“Luka,” I whimper, as my orgasm begins to ebb. Turning my head to the side, I press my nose to the side of his neck and breathe in his scent. I can smell his coppery blood running just beneath the thin layer of skin.

“Izzy,” he pants back, his hips work in and out of me hard and fast, pressing me back to meet each thrust with the hand teasing between my legs. “Fuckprinceza, come for me again. Now!”

His hips punch deep and hold just as I open my mouth and set my teeth to the side of his throat. With the first scalding lash of his cum, I bite down and moan when the hot flood of his blood fills my mouth.

“That’s it,” he moans, rocking with each pulse of cum, “drink from me, Izzy.”

And I do. Moaning as another orgasm has me clenching and quaking around his cock. Moaning against his soft skin as his life force warms a path down my throat and into my belly.

With my teeth sunk deep he lets go of my pussy and wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly as he empties himself deep into my bowls. When he softens enough to slide out of my ass, along with a sticky gush of his cum. I lick my bite closed and he eases us back down to the bed where I curl up against him like a kitten.

Completely sated, I can’t keep my eyes open as I lazily stroke my hand across his chest. I don’t blame him for not wanting to claim me. Not after everything I’ve done. I should have fought for him, for us, but I didn’t. I was weak and now I have a mate who doesn’t trust me, with good reason.

“I promise,” I tell him just as sleep starts to drag me down.

“What do you promise?” he asks.

“To prove myself.”

His soft sigh is the last thing I hear before I’m dragged under by exhaustion.

11

LUKA

Aweek passes. Then two.

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