Page 7 of Taming His Mate

I’m blocking the doorway, my body taking up all the space, so she’ll have to squeeze past me to escape. Or she can wait for me to move. I’m not sure which I want more. To feel her body brush against mine, or to hear her beg. My cock twitches in my pants at the thought of both.

“Luka,” she finally whispers.

It’s all the nudge that I need to take a step closer, pressing my body into hers. One hand goes to her hip, where I dig my fingers into her supple flesh. The other slides under her curtain of fiery hair where I tug on her thick locks just enough to get her to tilt her chin up.

“Isabelle,” I whisper back before dipping my head and claiming her red lips in a deep kiss.

I push my tongue into her mouth, and she moans, meeting my slick thrust with her own. She tastes rich with a slight metallic undertone. Her flavor goes straight to my head and my beast howls. Without breaking our kiss, I slide my hands down her body to bunch the skirt of her dress up, pulling at it inch by inch until her lower half is bare.

With one hand gripping her skirt, I slide the other down the crease of her ass, forcing her tight cheeks apart before delving between her legs to where she’s dripping.

“So fucking wet for me,” I groan against her mouth before thrusting two fingers into her tight cunt.

Her hands lift to grip my shoulders as she cries out, the sound muffled by my mouth, and her hips hitch and roll in time with my probing fingers.

“Luka,” she pants. Her hips are dancing now and she’s leaning into me like her legs are having trouble supporting her. “Luka, please.”

The dark side of me wants to step back and see if she’ll fall at my feet. It wants to show her that her desires mean nothing to me, like she made it obvious that mine meant so little to her time and time again. But I can’t.

Instead, my hands slide behind her thighs and I lift her, so her legs are spread around my hips as I carry her back across the room to gently pin her to the bed. The chains rustle against each other as I gather them in a fist, using them to pull her arms over her head.

Her dress is still bunched around her hips, baring her spread legs and glistening cunt to my hungry gaze. I lick my lips and Isabelle moans, arching while her her pink little pussy flutters with anticipation. I consider fucking her to get her out of my system, but my beast is starving for her taste.

“Will you be a good girl for me, Izzy?” I ask her, slowly dragging my hands down her arms. “Keep your hands right here while I have a taste, yeah?”

“Oh, Gods, yes, I swear!” She arches her back and her knees fall to the sides so that her cunt is completely exposed to me.

The scent of her arousal is thick in the air between us. Sweet and cloying, like a drug that makes it hard to concentrate on anything other than burying my nose between her legs.

When I lick my lips, my tongue feels all wrong. It’s longer. My teeth ache and I realize that my beast is forcing my shift, desperate to taste her.

“Are you ready for us?” My voice comes out deeper, raspier. My nails sharpen to claws as I drag them down her luscious body to her creamy thighs. They press hard as I hunch my back and drag her intoxicating scent into my lungs before delving face first into her sweet cream.

She screams at the first swipe of my tongue but keeps her hands above her head as her fingers twist and clutch at the bedding.

“Such a good girl,” I grunt between laps of my tongue. “Keep those hands above your head.”

Her hips buck and roll and, maybe for the first time ever, she does as she’s told.

Fuck! Her taste on my tongue is the most decadent flavor I’ve ever had. The way her thighs clamp around my head and her body thrashes and trembles, while she keeps her hands clenched in the bedding above her head… it’s perfect. Too perfect.

All too soon she’s panting and writhing, begging me to make her come, gasping that she’s so close. Her sweet slick is pouring from between her legs until I’m close to drowning in it while my hips grind into the mattress.

She jackknifes off the bed with an unearthly howl, and I know it’s all over.

I push myself up and over her, one hand going for the front of my jeans, the other curling around her elegant throat, before I slam balls deep into her clenching cunt. Her body is so bowed that only the back of her head and heels are digging into the bed as I pound into her. Godsdamn, her whole body is so taut that if she wasn’t pouring cum she’d have my cock in a stranglehold.

“That’s it,princeza,” I grit. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

She lets out a sob and does exactly that.

“Good girl,” I croon as my orgasm begins to ebb, even as she continues quaking violently through hers. Sweat prickles across her forehead and chest. Her harsh breaths pepper anguished keens, as she falls to pieces beneath me. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this. You’re milking my cock so fucking good.”

I grin when her scent flares at my dirty talk and another orgasm pulses around my cock. She brings out a side of me I didn’t know I had. She might not admit it, but she likes me like this. She likes it when I’m bad.And we like to be bad, for her.

It feels like an eternity before she finally melts into the mattress, her chest heaving with labored breaths. I fall to the side and curl my body around her, placing soft kisses against her sequin covered breasts. This turns into dragging my lips and tongue up her throat to the underside of her chin where I nip hard enough to make her squeak.

“That was beautiful, Izzy,” I tell her softly.

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