Page 24 of A Mate for Christmas

The blindfold is removed, and I blink several times to accustom my vision to the light. I can finally see Carter in all his naked glory. I stare at him, not even trying to disguise my lust.

“Looking at me like that will get you fucked,” he says lowly.

I can’t tear my gaze from him. All the rippling muscles and the dark, intricate ink he hides beneath his expensive business suits have me entranced. Not to mention the monster cock he has sticking out between his thighs.

“Promises, promises.”

I shouldn’t have poked him. In one swift move, he impales me with his engorged cock. A scream tears from my lungs and Carter stills.

“Fuck. River. I’m so sorry.” He pats me all over trying to get me to relax so the pain can fade. “How the fuck are you this tight?” he asks in a strangled voice.

A tear leaks down my cheek as Carter remains perfectly still. “I’ve never been with anyone except Kevin.” I sniffle.

“Baby,” he says with sadness. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I didn’t know.”

“I should have said something when I saw your size,” Imoan as Carter lightly pets my clit. “I knew it was going to hurt.”

Kevin screams something and Carter ends the call. This isn’t about making a point anymore. This is about us now. He runs his hand along my body.

“I’ve never had a perfect pussy like this, gripping me so tightly,” Carter groans when my walls flutter along his length. “I need to move.”

He must read the panic on my face because he kisses me. “I’ll go slow. Talk to me, River. Tell me what you like or if it hurts. That’s how we make sure this is good for both of us.”

I nod, and Carter swivels his hips, hitting a different spot. My nipples contract and I realize it no longer hurts. My body has grown accustomed to his size. All I feel now is an overwhelming fullness.

“Carter,” I moan his name.

“Yes!” he hisses. “I love hearing you moan my name. I’ve been dreaming about it.”

His gaze is feral, and I see his tiger shimmer just beneath the surface. I may have wanted to stop moments ago but the pain has faded. Now all I want is to experience Carter when he loses control. Even if that means I can’t walk tomorrow.

“Please, Carter,” I beg, knowing it will drive him crazy.

“Tell me to stop.”

He moves harder and faster with every snap of his hips, the headboard banging loudly against the wall as the entire bed shifts with his motions. His fingers dig into my hips, and I know there will be bruises tomorrow. But Carter was right, they are the kind of bruises a woman begs for.

“If you don’t use your safeword, I’m going to fuck my seed into your womb and mark you as mine,” he hisses through his teeth. “Do you understand me, River? If you don’t stop me, I’m going to claim you as my mate, and you will never be able to get away from me.”

I know what he is saying and it finally all makes sense. The reason I trust him so implicitly, and why I feel drawn to him like no one else. He is my mate. He realized it a hell of a lot sooner than I did but now that I know there is no going back.

Do I know him well enough to make this decision at this moment in time? No.

Am I going to let that stop me? Hell, no.

Tilting my head to the side I expose the column of my neck to Carter. Fate brought us together and I’m not going to fight it.

Carter’s thrusts become harried, and I know he is getting close. He slams into me harshly pushing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. His roar fills the room as he starts to come deep inside me. His elongated teeth sink into my shoulder and the mixture of pain and pleasure sends my orgasm crashing down over me, stealing my breath and my vision.

I don’t know how it happened, but I find myself folded into Carter’s lap as he cradles me to his chest. Tears stream down my face as I cling to him.

“It’s okay. I got you.” He murmurs into my hair.

Epilogue

River Thomas

Carter and I have been a mated couple for six months and I never knew my life could change so drastically. I went from unhappy in my relationship to so happy I could cry. Carter is the man every woman secretly dreams of having. In public, he is the perfect gentleman, opening doors and pulling out chairs. But in our home, in private, he is the perfect Alphahole. Fucking me on every available surface and using my body in ways I had never imagined.

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