Page 93 of Sinful Mates

“Thank you.” My hands closed around his.

Relief eased my chest. Not all the way, though, since he only did this for me, not for the sake of his friendship, and I was determined to work harder to mend the rift.

One of his hands slipped free to press my chest. “I hate how it weighs on your heart. On his. On mine. Just give me some time to figure out what I want to say.”

“Okay.” Knowing he considered it spurred my heart into a relieved sigh.

He got up from lying on his side and climbed over the top of me to kiss the top of my swelling breasts. “How do you want to be pleasured, baby? What do you like? Me on top? You on top?”

We hadn’t been alone yet. A few times we got close, but something got in the way. Mia having a nightmare. The fucking curse and running out of the candles from Castor’s spell. Threesomes with Castor or foursomes when my other three mates piled in to join the fun.

I wanted to know everything about this man who grew into a trusted friend and lover. My true mate. What he liked in the bedroom.

He dragged his fingers down my collarbone through the valley of my breasts. “Tell me, baby, so I can give you what you want. I won’t take like Slade or Castor. I don’t do animalistic, wild, freaky, kinky shit like them.”

It didn’t surprise me that he wasn’t into all that. Flannel shirts all in red gave it away that he was a regular kind of guy. Wild and rough didn’t seem his style, with his family history of domestic violence. Running a shelter with battered women subject to horrific abuse was enough to turn anyone off from getting too physical with their lover.

Well-read and experimental men like Castor were into all the kinky shit, and that was far from my complicated Zethan. Not a problem for me. Each of my mates had a different style, and I knew what to expect.

Zethan’s hand slid beneath my back to twist me on my side, where he unclasped my bra and removed it. Then he freed me of my panties soaked with my release. “Don’t expect Alaric’s romance, baby.”

I didn’t care, I just wanted him. “I like it on top or any way our chests are connected.” I sifted through his hair. “I like a lot of kissing.”

“I’m not a huge kisser, especially not in public. That’s just how I was raised. No limits in private though, baby.” The wink he shot me blasted through my chest like an arrow.

I snorted. “I love it when you joke.” It transformed his bond from broody to full of life and humor.

He cupped the back of my head and dragged me up for a kiss. “You’re sexy when you snort.”

I slammed his chest. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Love a woman who knows what she wants!” He palmed his thickening length and my body exploded with tingles.

Zethan straddled me over his lap, his erection throbbing against my swollen clit, deepening my ache. “Fuck, your pussy is sweeter than reaching the pinnacle of the afterlife,” he groaned as he inched me down over him, a pleasant sting accompanying the stretch of my pussy.

“Don’t you mean hotter than Hell, avatar of Death?” I bit my lip at the burn as I sank all the way over him to the base.

His spur tickled me, and I squirmed at the incredible friction already working me up.

“Heaven. Hell. Same deal for me.” He pulled out and thrust back in and we both groaned. “Ride me, baby,” he murmured like a distant growl of thunder. “Take what you want from me.”

My mate wasn’t a greedy, demanding lover like Castor or Slade. Zethan was sensual and attentive to my every need. Where Slade was all unbridled passion, Zethan was restrained control, every move precise and smooth. Where Castor was dominating and punishing, Zethan was a giver all the way.

“Lean back, baby, I want to hit the right spot.” He pushed my sternum back gently, arching me at just the right angle that his dick hit a new set of nerves, calling them to life.

I loved his natural dominance, not overly controlling, like he thumped his Osiris crook and I obeyed.

“Fuck, Zethan, that’s amazing.” I arched my back further to stimulate more friction from his spur.

His hands supported me, one on my lower back, the other on my shoulder, giving me rein to rock atop him. The adjusted position gave him license to drive up into me, hitting that ball of nerves over and over, like a god striking the bell, calling to a soul whose time on Earth was up. I was sure once he was done with me, I’d be well on my way to the afterlife.

I caught the flash of teeth as he leaned in, the sharp sting giving away that he claimed me. “Mine,” he kept chanting, his hellhound beast taking control, marking me, injecting his scent under my skin.

Sex with Zethan was supernatural. What I imagined it would feel like for two gods coming together. The answer resounded in my heart. This was the union of two true mates claiming each other. A clash of two souls destined for one another. The joining of two hearts and bodies.

Orgasm hit, and Zethan’s cool restraint broke, his dick and body spasming out of control. The effect hammered through my body like my time came, the bell calling me. The heavens quaked as I screamed his name, breaking apart in a tempest of unrivaled strength. The god of death had come for my soul.

Fucking hell. Floating. Delirium. Shimmering. My head felt light and hazy, and I couldn’t feel my body. I felt like I’d died and gone to the Underworld.

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