Page 5 of Slay All Day

Denica

Iwas still coming down from my orgasm when my fated mate moved up my body and notched the tip of his dick at my entrance. “There’s no going back from this. You’re mine. My mate. Forever.”

Arching against him, I met his eyes so he could see how much I wanted this. “You’re mine, too. Take me now before I flip us over and ride your dick until we’re both coming.”

“I like how you think, my fierce little mate.” Coming from anyone else, I might have been tempted to grab one of my daggers off the floor. But the mixture of masculine approval and intense desire in his eyes made it clear that he didn’t mean it in a condescending way, and I didn’t feel the need to prove how skilled I was at fighting. The only thing I needed was his cock thrusting inside me, and that’s exactly what I got.

With one hand at my hip and the other holding the back of my thigh, he pressed into me slowly, inch by inch, until he was balls deep in my pussy and stretching me to the edge of my comfort zone. I pressed my hands against his chest, enjoying the feel of the springy hair beneath my skin before I lifted my arms to twine them around his neck. “Give me a second to get used to how big you are.”

“Take all the time you need.” He lowered his head to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth, his well past five o’clock shadow scraping my cheek and making me shiver. “I’m happy as fuck to have your perfect pussy clenching my dick like a silk-covered fist.”

A giggle bubbled up my chest at his description, and the slight motion had a jolt of pleasure racing up my spine. “I’m thinking it won’t take long at all.”

“Just give me the word, and I’ll fuck you until you milk all the come from my cock,” he murmured against the sensitive skin in the valley between my breasts.

“The.” I wiggled my hips and didn’t feel any discomfort, only intense pleasure. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I added, “Word.”

“Not sure what I did in my life to earn you, but I’m grateful as hell for whatever it was,” he rasped, wrapping my leg around his waist. I lifted the other and locked my ankles together behind his back, driving him deeper inside. That was all the encouragement he needed to inch his hips backward, his hard length slowly dragging against my inner walls. When only the crown was still lodged in my entrance, he slammed back in with one hard thrust. “Fuck, your pussy feels so perfect.”

He jerked back and plunged in. “Hot.”

Then he repeated the motion. “Wet.”

And once again with even more force, driving me into the mattress. “Tight.”

Lowering his head, he claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss. My fingers stroked through his thick, dark hair to press against his scalp while his tongue stroked in and out in sync with the motion of his hips. Over and over again until my body clenched. Lifting one of my legs to place it over his shoulder, my mate powered into me so hard that the headboard banged against the wall.

“So close,” I panted against his lips, gliding my hands down to clutch at his arms. His biceps bunched beneath my palms as he pumped into me, hard and fast.

My mate lifted his head, his eyes burning into mine as my orgasm built. “Let go, baby. Come for me. Now.”

My hips lifted to meet him thrust for thrust until I finally flew over the edge again. My pussy clamped down hard around his dick, triggering his orgasm. Jets of hot come splashed against my walls, and the sensation pushed my release to the next level. I felt as though it went on forever. When it was finally ebbing, I felt the sting of my fated mate’s teeth on my shoulder, which set off another series of spasms deep in my womb.

He held them there without breaking my skin, fueling my need for his bite to the point where I was beyond reason. Cementing the connection between fated mates took place in three stages. We’d done a hell of a job with the mating part, and I didn’t want to wait for the marking. I dropped my hands down to his butt cheeks, and my claws burst through the tips of my fingers. Careful not to let them dig too deeply into his skin, I ordered, “Mark me, mate.”

I felt every centimeter his fangs lengthened as he sank them into my shoulder, and the pleasure was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. After the releases he’d already wrung from me, I didn’t think it was possible, but another orgasm roared through my body. The need to leave my mark on him as well rode me hard, and I bit down on his left pec. My mate’s cock grew harder inside me, and I swore I saw stars behind my eyes as he began to thrust into me all over again. When he pulled his teeth from my shoulder and licked over his mark, the inferno of passion building inside me reached a boiling point. I did the same to the imprint of my teeth on his chest and took my mate along for the ride.

After we caught our breath, he pulled out of me, and we slumped side by side on the mattress. “Well, that was unexpected.”

I was having a difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that I’d found my mate before I’d even had the chance to begin my hunt for the vampire I was tasked with finding. Let alone on an assignment I’d taken since my brother couldn’t handle the situation for the shifter council because he was busy searching for any sign his elusive mate had left behind. How I’d ended up mated before him was a mystery to me, but there was no denying what had just happened and who the tiger shifter was to me.

Suddenly it hit me how I was referring to my mate in my head. I jackknifed to a sitting position and glared at him. “I don’t even know your name!”

His dark eyes widened in surprise, and then he roared with laughter. It was more than a little funny, considering my pussy was full of his come and his mark was on my shoulder, so I collapsed against his chest and joined in. When we got a hold of ourselves, my mate finally introduced himself. Tilting my head back with a finger under my chin, he said, “I’m Trey Kaplan, head enforcer of the Tigre streak.”

My dragoness preened at hearing our mate’s position, impressed that his alpha had chosen him as his second. Chuckling softly, I shook my head. “You guys aren’t very subtle when it comes to picking out names around here, huh?”

“What do you mean?” His lips curved up in a small smile as he pretended not to know what I was referring to.

Wanting to start off the way we’d continue, I called him on it. “If I’m not mistaken, your last name means tiger in Turkish. Your alpha’s last name translates to tiger in Spanish and Italian. And one of his ancestors named the town Tigerville, of all things.”

“When you rattle it all off like that, I guess you have a point,” he conceded, a considering gleam entering his dark eyes. “But most people wouldn’t catch the first two. How many languages do you speak?”

“I’m only fluent in English, but I know a smattering of several others.” I did a quick mental tally. “Maybe six where I could at least get by with the locals during a visit to the country.”

“Sexy, dangerous, and smart.” He gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll say it again because it bears repeating—fate must really fucking love me.”

Blushing had never been my thing, but I felt my cheeks fill with heat at his compliment. “Don’t be too impressed. My parents were big on us studying foreign languages, and my brother did way better than me. He could probably move to any number of countries and pick up the local language in no time flat.”

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