Page 48 of Alien Prince's Fated Mate

She paused halfway, breathing hard. “It’s big; harder than I thought.”

No. I couldn’t hurt her. “We can stop-”

“Don’t you dare.” She opened her eyes, fixing me with a fierce look. “I want this. Want you.”

To prove her point, she sank down another inch. The sensation nearly undid me.

“Help me,” Niam whimpered, hands gripping my shoulders.

My control slipped. The sound of her need, the heat of her wrapped around me - my sanity threatened to break. The beast howled, demanding I take her hard and fast. But this first time, I needed to be gentle.

I slid my hands to her hips, fingers spanning the delicate curve of her waist. So small, so perfect. With exquisite care, I guided her down another inch, sweat beading on my brow from the effort of restraint.

“Please,” she gasped.

That single word snapped the last thread of my control. I bucked my hips up hard, burying myself to the hilt inside her. Her gasp turned into a cry as she took all of me at once.

For endless heartbeats, I held still, letting her adjust to my full length and girth. The tight, wet heat of her threatened to drive me mad. But I would not hurt her, would not rush this precious moment of claiming my mate.

She rolled her hips experimentally, gasping at the sensation. I guided her movements, showing her how to find the angle that pleased her most. When she found it, her nails dug into my shoulders.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Like that.”

Watching her take her pleasure from my body drove me wild. My beast urged me to flip her over, to pound into her until shescreamed. But this was better - watching her discover her own desire, seeing the wonder on her face with each new sensation.

Her pace quickened, confidence growing. I met each roll of her hips with a shallow thrust, careful not to overwhelm her. The sounds she made grew desperate, needy.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need...”

“What do you need?” I dragged my teeth along her throat. “Tell me.”

“More. Harder.”

Permission granted, I tightened my grip on her hips. My thrusts grew stronger, deeper, making her cry out with each one. The beast rose closer to the surface, demanding to claim our mate fully.

I slipped one hand between us, finding her swollen clit as her whole body jerked at the touch.

“Come for me again,” I demanded. “Let me feel you.”

A few more circles of my thumb and she shattered. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock as she screamed my name. The feeling of her pleasure triggered my own release, my vision whiting out as I filled her with my seed.

We collapsed together onto the furs, both breathing hard. I gathered her close, not ready to let go.

For now, in this moment, she was safe in my arms. My mate. My queen. My everything.

Gray light filteredthrough the tent’s woven walls, bringing the first hints of dawn. I watched Niam adjust the silk veil Mahra had gifted her, arranging the shimmering fabric to cover her face. My stomach knotted at the sight.

The Temple had forced her to stay hidden, unseen, a ghost in their cursed halls. Now my mate shrouded herself again, preparing to face a world that might reject her.

My fingers curled into fists as she fussed with the drape of fabric. Some part of me raged at seeing her conceal herself. She belonged at my side, proud and free, not skulking in shadows.

“No.” I stopped her hands as she adjusted the material once more. “No more hiding.”

“But the traders, the villages we’ll pass...”

“Let them stare. Let them whisper.” I pulled the veil away, revealing her delicate features. “You are my mate, and I won’t have you skulking in shadows anymore.”

Her fingers traced the scars on her temples, hesitant. “They’ll know your mate is a Frostling.”

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