Page 44 of The Monster's Mate

I’m so out of it that I don’t realize we’re about to land until my entire body jolts.

His cock pushes deeper, and his knot wedges just inside my opening. “Oh fuck, that was unintentional.”

“I’m okay,” I fib.

I’m probably fine, but my entire lower half is kinda on fire.

At the same time, I claimed my final mate. A slow smile crosses my face at the feeling of my tongue swiping over his bond mark.

“What are you grinning about?” he asks, slithering his tail over my tits.

Dammit.

It would be so much better without the material of my dress.

“Huh?” He bumps my cheek with his. “What’s that smile for?”

“I just love you. That’s all.” I shrug, smiling like a goofball.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I love you too.”

Bane’s cottage—cabin—thing is cozy and smells exactly like him.

I barely get the chance to examine it because his knot is still swollen inside my core. He rips my dress off over my head, and a second later, my back hits a small mattress.

Bane cages me in, kicking out of his boots.

Normally, I’d heckle him for having them on when he’s naked, but his forearm lands next to my head as his weight presses into me.

His lips meet mine, and our tongues dance in the air for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. He brushes his palm over the top of my head as he rolls his pelvis against my clit.

The kiss goes on for so long that my overstimulated system begins to gain interest in being fucked through the mattress.

I clench my inner walls, and Bane lets out a wicked growl that makes my neck snap to the side.

“No, none of that,” he coos in my ear. “You’re my equal in everything. You never need to offer deference.” His teeth scrape down my neck while I claw at his back.

Bane chuckles, pushing up a little. His dark hair falls over his forehead as he smirks, grabbing my hands and trapping them above my head with one of his.

Damn.

It’s really unfair that he’s so hot with so very little effort. The hand not holding my wrists moves to cup my tit.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, biting his lower lip. His sharp canines glint in the low light, and he dives down to kiss me again. He can’t thrust like normal, with his knot locked inside me, but he grinds in a way that builds with my pleasure as he teases my tongue with his. “Having you trapped under me is a fucking dream.”

I smile against his lips, wishing I could touch him. “I really do love you.” I probably have for months, but admitting it to myself felt dangerous.

“Good,” he growls, working his hips. “Keep that in mind.”

“Why?” I ask as his knot drags against my inner walls. “Oh shit, my clit…” I don’t even manage the rest, but Bane lowers his weight until his skin brushes my swollen nub with every grind.

“You getting close, sweetheart?” He sucks my lower lip between his teeth. “Because I am. You’re gripping me too fucking good.”

He’s so gorgeous, and his scent soothes me in a way that could distract me if I let him.

“Why do I need to remember that I love you?” I ask, studying his ridiculously handsome face as our breaths mingle.

“You’re going to be so fucking pissed at me…” He chuckles, and his cock jolts. “You’re carrying my egg, and I’d very much like your permission to fertilize it now.”

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