Page 24 of Blades of Ice

“Tell me what you want.”

Lydia unbuttoned his jeans, but before she lowered the zipper, she paused. “We probably want to take our boots off before this becomes a comedy sketch.”

Beck laughed. He had never found humor when getting ready to have sex. Hell, he rarely found humor in anything lately. They stepped apart and removed their boots, and Lydia undid her jeans and took them off, leaving a pair of silk panties covering the part of her he desperately wanted to see. Not just see. No, Beck wanted to smell and taste. He wanted to slide his aching cock there.

“Beck?” Lydia crossed her arms over her chest.

“Sorry. I was admiring the view.” He made quick work of his own jeans, taking his briefs down with them. He yanked off his socks, and once he was standing naked in front of her, Beck kept his arms at his sides, allowing her to look her fill. “This is me.” He wasn’t ashamed of his body even though he wasn’t cut. Heenjoyed food and beer, so his stomach wasn’t flat. Beck turned so she could see all of him.

Lydia ran her fingers over his back, touching the one scar that shifting hadn’t healed. “I want to know what happened here, but that can wait.” She pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, then urged him to turn back around. She touched both of his tattoos but didn’t ask the meaning. She had her own ink – two crossed swords with three stars – above her heart, plus a daisy on her middle finger. Lydia slid her thumbs into the band of her panties, but he halted the movement. “Leave them.”

Beck dropped to his knees. With his hands on her hips, he dipped his head to her mound and inhaled.Nirvana.His bear rumbled in his chest as he slid his fingers lower, the fabric damp. “Are you fond of these panties?”

“What?”

“Are you going to be upset if I do this?” Beck gripped the thin fabric and ripped it down the front, exposing her curls. “I’ll buy you another pair.” He removed the ruined underwear, then placed his hands on her thighs, sliding higher until he got to her pussy. He used his thumbs to pull her lips apart. Beck licked her folds up to her clit. The wetness coated his tongue, and he wanted more of it. “Sit on the bed.” When she did as instructed, Beck urged Lydia to lie back, and he eased her thighs apart. Beck considered himself a generous lover. He made sure his partner got off before he chased his own orgasm. He slid his finger inside as he made love to her clit with his mouth. It would take more than one night, or afternoon in this case, to learn how to drive her wild, but he used what he’d learned from past trysts to bring his mate pleasure. It didn’t take long before she was writhing against his mouth with her hands tugging his hair. Her release flowed against his tongue, and Beck didn’t waste a drop of her tangy liquid. Never had anything tasted so divine. He didn’t bother wiping his mouth. Beck stood and helped Lydia scoot upon the bed. He admired her naked form a few seconds before climbing between her legs.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

Lydia’s eyes had that half-closed sated gaze when she nodded. “More than.” She pulled her knees back, and when Beck lined himself up with her damp opening, she wrapped her feet around his butt and pulled. Message received.

Beck’s cock wasn’t that long, but it had plenty of girth, so he took it slow. She was tight around him, and as soon as he was seated all the way, he paused, giving her a chance to get used to being full. She latched onto his thighs, her bangles tinkling when they slid down her arms. Her nails scraped his skin as she squeezed her inner walls. Beck groaned as he pulled out to the tip and eased back in. It felt too good, and it was then he realized why.

“I forgot to grab a condom.”

Lydia dug her nails in. “I’m on birth control, so please don’t stop. We have the rest of our lives for slow and gentle, but this time, I need you to claim me, Beck. Please.”

“As you wish.” Beck placed his arms beneath her knees, lifting her ass in the process. He drove into his mate, and her breathy moans were all he needed to know he wasn’t hurting her. Beck set up a quick pace, and Lydia slid one hand to her clit and the other to one of her nipples. Goddess, she was sexy, getting herself off as he thrust into her core. “Tell me when you’re close.” He wanted her on the verge of climax when he claimed her.

“Let me have my legs.” Beck lowered them, and Lydia planted her feet against the bed and shoved against him with each thrust. She moved her hair to one side, giving him clear access to her neck. Her fangs descended, and Beck almost came at the sight. He allowed his to elongate enough to claim her.

“I’m right there. Bite me, Beck. Claim me.”

“At the same time, yeah?”

Lydia smiled around her sharp teeth. “Yeah.”

If Beck lived to be a thousand, he would never again feel as alive as he did when Lydia struck. He couldn’t have stopped his orgasm if he tried. Nor could he hold back the growl from his bear as he sank his fangs into her neck. Lydia’s blood tasted as sweet as the honey between her legs. Her body tightened around his cock as she found her release for a second time. His neck tingled with the toxin from her Gargoyle that tied them together. He licked her neck, closing the punctures, then he pressed a kiss to that sacred spot she would carry with her, marking her as his mate. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, and her fingers carded his damp hair. When she sighed heavily, he raised his head, worried he had hurt her.

Her smile told him otherwise. “Hello, Mate,” she said in a cheesy Australian accent.

Beck burst out laughing, and Lydia joined in. He kissed her smile. Then he kissed her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, and finally, her forehead. “Goddess, you’re something else. And now, you’re all mine.”

“Yes, I am. That was…” Lydia’s eyes misted over, but she was smiling.

“Yeah, it was.” Beck stared at her beautiful face. The same face he would get to wake up to every day for the rest of his life. His bear and his cock were ready for round two. “Now that we’ve completed the bond, how about we try slow and gentle?”

“I’d like that.”

For the first time in his life, Beck made love to a female. His female. They locked eyes, which was another thing he’d never done while having sex. But this wasn’t merely sex; this was being connected, body and soul, to another being. His bear was content even as it rumbled. It was as though his spirit was connecting with hers. Maybe their beasts were becoming asentwined as he and Lydia were. No words were needed as they touched and teased, moved as one unit. His orgasm was intense but nowhere near how it exploded when she bit him. Maybe he would ask her to use her fangs again.

Beck rolled off his mate to his back, bringing her to his side. He had slept with Heather, but they never cuddled. Hell, they’d never made love. Sex had been just that. Now he knew why. When Lydia snuggled into him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and trailed his fingers down her silky skin. All females were soft, but Lydia’s skin seemed smoother. Maybe it was a Gargoyle thing. Whatever the reason, Beck enjoyed it.

Beck’s phone rang, but he ignored it. If it was important, whoever it was would call back.

“Do you need to get that?”

Beck nuzzled Lydia’s hair. “Nope. There is nothing more important than you and me right now.”

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