Page 33 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

“Make me come, alpha.”

He didn’t hesitate. His mouth found my entrance, warm and wet, and I arched my back in pleasure. His tongue lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves, bringing me to the brink of orgasm.

“Davien, please,” I panted, my hands fisting the sheets. I deserved his teasing, but gods, what I would do to have his cock in me already.

To my surprise, he chuckled and said, “I thought you’d never ask.” He settled in behind me, lined himself up with my needy hole, then he entered me in one slow, deliberate thrust.

Davien entered me with a forceful thrust, my body yielding to him completely. I gasped at the exquisite fullness, gripping the sheets as he began to move.

“You feel amazing,” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips.

The pace was relentless, each thrust driving me wild with pleasure. I pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more. I met him thrust for thrust, his hands holding my hips but allowing me the freedom to move. There were days when I liked him controlling my motions, today was not one of them. I loved how in tune he was to my body, how he instinctively knew what I needed and gave it to me.

“Please, Davien.” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for, but I didn’t need to be. Not with Davien.

He obliged as if I had given him specific instructions, doing exactly what I didn’t realize I was asking for, pounding into me with abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall in a steady rhythm, and if I were in an apartment, I’d have cared. Now? Now it could make all the noise it wanted. I had more important things to worry about… those things being everything Davien.

I was lost in the sensation, reduced to nothing but desperate moans and pleas for more.

Suddenly, Davien’s hand reached around to grasp my length. I cried out at the dual stimulation as he stroked in time with his thrusts—it was too much, while at the same time not quite being enough.

I yearned for it to last, but my body couldn’t keep my orgasm at bay. It was too good, too much, too everything. A few seconds later, it rushed through me, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I came harder than I’d ever come before. Davien groaned as he pounded into me, chasing his own release.

Just as the aftershocks began to subside, Davien cried out my name. His knot grew inside me, holding us together. For a splitsecond, disappointment washed over me. He didn’t do it. He hadn’t marked me as his.

But then his chest covered my back and his teeth grazed my skin before they sank into my shoulder. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would. There was a sting, followed by a feeling of completeness unlike any I’d ever experienced before.

“Mine,” he growled against my skin. “Mate.”

“Mate.”

We collapsed onto our sides, still joined by his knot. Davien pulled the blanket over us, cocooning us in its warmth. His arms wrapped around me possessively, and I fucking loved it.

“Mate.” I had a feeling I was going to be hearing that a lot.

I laced my fingers through his.

“And you’re mine,” I whispered back. “My Davien. My mate. My unicorn.”

Chapter 16

Davien

“Road trip!” I said out loud without offering Errol an explanation.

“Huh?”

“I have to pitch a new project to a company in Green River.” It was a day’s drive or a two-hour flight. My boss had reminded me of certain people who lived between here and there. Damn, he had a good memory.

“For how long?” My mate’s eyes watered, and he ran a finger over his bottom lip.

“A week.” I was hoping Errol could come with me, but he’d have to take time off. And while Grams was doing okay, he’d need to arrange for someone to check in on her. I couldn’t expect him to organize everything and leave with me in two days.

“I’ll miss you.” He rested his head on my chest. My mate liked listening to my heart ever since he learned about my beast. He said my heart pitter-pattered rather than thumped and that was because my unicorn was wrapped around it.

“Me too, but we’ll talk morning and night.” Seven days wasn’t long. It was one day less than eight but a day longer than six. I’d be counting the hours till we were together again.

“Why are you driving and not flying?”

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