Page 23 of Tucker's Strike

Another kind of feeling begins to consume me, starting between my legs.

Even more, something feels different. It’s like the two of us are connected in a way we weren’t before. As if I can feel him inside me.

“You’re feeling the mating bond,” Tucker states.

“How did you know . . .”

“We’re mates, little Fae. Last night, we completed the mating. Now I can read you. You can read me. When we’re not close, we can still communicate. It’s a mind-link.

Wowzah. Remind me never to think dirty around him.

Tucker smirks and glides his hands down my spine to curl under my bottom. “Think all the dirty thoughts you want, little Fae.”

Groaning, I plant my face on his chest.

“Back to the subject at hand,” Tucker states, squeezing my rear. “Remember what Karsyn told us about your powers? They will awaken only when you’ve been with your mate. You accepted me last night, not just into your body, but into your soul.”

“How do you know that?” I blurt, jerking my head off his chest and staring at him with wide eyes.

“I felt what you did. Saw what you saw. Gotta say, Lake, in time, your powers are going to be stronger than you realize. If what I saw is any indication, the lines will be easy to blur. A cross between good and evil.”

“You think I could become evil? That the Drakon King is right in my dream?”

“I’m willing to bet it wasn’t an actual dream,” Tucker announces, brows drawing together.

“What do you mean?”

It couldn’t be possible that I wasn’t dreaming. It was a dream. I woke up from it.

“I mean, it could’ve been your subconscious took you there. Wanted you to see what the threat was that’s against you,” Tucker explains. “That would be why the Drakon King was able to sense you but not see you.”

I nod, not really agreeing but trying to come to terms with him most likely being right, which makes it all the scarier. If I’mto have all this power and walk the lines between good and evil, I could easily fall into the evil category.

“This is all a lot to take in right now,” I finally croak out.

“It is,” Tucker agrees. “For the record, little Fae. Those who live within the supernatural world all live on the same lines. They choose between good and evil. Which life they decide to have. What they want in life. This club, my brothers, me, we all walk that same line you’re now on. The difference for us is we live by our own rules. We decide our own fates. If you wrong us, we’ll make you pay. You fuck with what’s ours, we will come at you. But when it comes to those who belong to us, we’ve cared for them all the ways imaginable.” He dips his head down to nuzzle my cheek, and whispers, “All the good ways that you could imagine.”

My breathing picks up as he shifts us. Grinding me against his hardened cock. I part my lips with a gasp when he twists us until I’m beneath him, his body between my legs, cock pressing at my entrance.

“I’ll show you just how good I can be, little Fae,” he growls and slides in an inch at a time. “Fuckin’ love that you’re already drenched for me. Your pussy just sucks me right in. Go ahead and let that pussy squeeze my cock.”

Oh my.

I arch up, back bowing, my body welcoming him inside. The deeper he thrusts, the more intense it becomes, and I want more. Crave it. Need it. It’s as if I don’t get it, I’ll starve until he gives me what I have to have.

As if hearing me, which he probably did, he gives me what I need, slams inside, and starts hammering inside me. It feels wonderful, amazing, in fact. The orgasm rushes through my body, drawing a scream from my lips. It’s fantastic. It’s beautiful. It’s torture. Everything all in one, and I don’t ever want it to stop.

“Tucker,” I pant, wanting to feel him over. His mouth on me. Feel his teeth at my throat again.

“Fuck,” Tucker snarls, comes over me and gives me just what I need. What I crave.

The instant his teeth lock on my neck, I feel his cock do that thing again and it hurls me right into another release. I sink my nails into his shoulders, holding onto him like he’s the only one keeping me grounded on this earth. If I didn’t, I might float away and never find my way back.

Tucker growls against my skin, and I whimper in pleasure that ripples from the very sound.

If only everything else could be as simple as it is with him in a moment like this.

Chapter Fifteen

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