Page 19 of The Accidental Assassin's Mate

I laid him down gently on the soft quilt, our lips still locked in a heated kiss. His hands slid under my shirt, fingertips exploring the hard planes of my abdomen. I shivered at his touch. Sitting back, I pulled off my tee and tossed it aside.

Raven licked his lips. He liked what he saw.

“You’re so sexy,” he murmured, reaching out to run his palm over my chest, brushing a thumb over one sensitive nipple, the one he’d been licking only seconds earlier.

I groaned softly. “You’re the sexy one, little bird.”

Sliding my hand down his stomach, I undid his towel. My sexy mate was completely bare for me.

Raven was a vision, his kiss-swollen lips parted, begging for more attention. My heartbeat quickened. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted this...

“Please, Sutton...I need you,” he whispered, voice trembling with desire.

“I’ve got you, little bird. I’ve got you.” I stood up long enough to rid myself of the rest of my clothing and climbed into bed with him.

Settling between his thighs, I wrapped a hand around his hard length, jerking it slowly. Raven whimpered, arching into my touch. If he thought that was good, I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to think of what came next.

Lowering my head, I licked from root to tip before taking him deep into my mouth.

“Oh gods, yes,” he moaned.

I worked him with lips and tongue, savoring his taste, relishing every gasp and shudder, living for the way he said my name. His scent flooded my senses. How was this omega mine? I didn’t deserve such an amazing individual and yet here he was, sent by fate.

As I sucked him, I reached lower. Slick gathered at his entrance. Unable to resist, I released his cock from my mouth and dipped lower, lapping at his hole, swirling my tongue around the sensitive nerve endings there.

Raven cried out, thighs falling open wider. “Need you inside me, please.”

I was so hard, so needy, had I continued working him with my mouth and fingers, I’d have come before we really started.

Rising, I claimed his mouth in a searing kiss, letting him taste himself on my tongue. “Are you sure, little bird?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want this, want you. Make me yours.” There was a slight hesitation and, when I met his eyes to see what that was, he looked up and added, “And let me make you mine.”

Fuck yeah, I would.

With a low growl, I lined myself up and sank into his tight entrance, inch by delectable inch. Fully sheathed, I paused, letting him adjust and keeping myself from orgasming instantly. When he squirmed and begged, I waited a tad longer and then began to move. Long, deep strokes, each with more force and speed than the one before.

Every thrust brought us closer to our orgasms, and I was determined to make this perfect for him. He might’ve been forced by his last mate, and, in a way, by me, but I refused for our first joining to be anything less than everything I could give.

Raven met me stroke for stroke, bucking his hips with each thrust.

“Raven...feels so good...so perfect,” I panted against his neck, where I’d marked him.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Harder. Want to feel you for days.”

The bed creaked beneath us, and I did as he asked. Raven’s needy whimpers filled the air and fueled me.

I wrapped my fingers around his length and jerked him in rhythm with my movements. “Come for me, little bird. Let go.”

With a hoarse cry, he tensed and cried out my name, his cum coating my hand and shooting out pearly ropes.

Suddenly Raven surged up and sank his teeth into my shoulder, marking me as his mate. I roared in ecstasy, my hips stuttering as I spilled deep inside him, his knot locking us together.

I nearly collapsed on him, barely able to hold myself up while I rolled us onto our sides. I was spent and sated. I peppered his face with soft kisses. My heart felt full to bursting. He’d already been mine, but now, he claimed me as his in every way.

We belonged to each other till the goddess came to take one of us home, and, even after that, if I had a say.

We stayed there, in each other’s arms, knotted and complete. We didn’t need words; our bodies already spoke. As our breathing slowed, we remained entwined, still joined, even as my knot deflated and we separated.

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