Page 37 of Captured
I know what she means. Her world and mine are like the opposite poles of a magnet. And yet, she’s molded to my very atoms, a part of me that I never even suspected.
I always knew I would take a mate. A Drakian Prince has a duty to produce an heir and continue the bloodline, but the way I feel about her has nothing to do with duty.
I pull her close, her soft, fragile body nestling into mine perfectly. Like it was always meant to be. Her smell comes to my nostrils, sweet and feminine. Having her right there, I just know it’s meant to be.
I might not know what will become of us if the Black Star finds us before my brothers come to rescue us, but I know this. As Juliet stays close to me, her heartbeat beats in tandem with mine, their rhythm perfectly aligned. No matter the worlds that separate us, we belong together, to each other as two halves of the same heart.
“You are mine, Juliet.” I pull her away just enough so that she lifts her gaze to me. The words come surprisingly easily, like they were always there, just waiting to be said. “Enemy or not, you are mine and I will hold on to you.”
My hand shoots, grabbing a fistful of that luscious, wild mane of curls. Her eyes lock to mine, our souls colliding, bridging a distance that has never been bridged before.
“I vow this to you now, Juliet. I will hold on to you until breath no longer enters my body and my heart stills in silence. I am taking you for myself, as my Amara, my mate for all the world to see.”
Juliet is mine. I have found my perfect mate and I will fight for her like I have never fought for anything in my life.
“Never let me go,” she whispers the words and they ripple through me like a thunderstorm.
I crush her mouth with mine, the tender flesh of her lips giving way easily. She opens her mouth willingly, submitting to my demand. I invade her, my tongue sliding on hers, her taste filling my mind, my soul.
Suddenly, I have to have her.
I crush Juliet to my body, my hands running along her back, to the graceful curve of her ass. I press her against my erect cock and she moans in my mouth. Her small hands go to my chest, her fingers exploring my flesh.
I let her. I belong to her just as much as she belongs to me.
Our kiss deepens, our mouths sealed together, like we’re breathing each other in. She’s as famished as I am, kissing me back with an aggressive hunger. My cock pulses against her soft stomach, images of her helpless, pleasured body filling my mind.
I want her, want to feel her squirm under me. Want to feel her come alive as I own every inch of her body. The danger and the betrayal fade away as I hold Juliet, all the way to the back of my mind. A fact of no importance in the face of my ravaging hunger.
A beeping sound comes from the screens behind us. Reality comes crashing back, its weight like an anvil.
With more effort than I ever thought myself capable of, I pull the cold veil back into place and push Juliet firmly away from my body. I need a clear head to fight this threat. I can feel her behind me as my fingers run on the controls.
The screens come to life as I divert some of the power to the cameras outside. Behind me, I hear Juliet exhale forcefully as the furtive movement of well-trained soldiers ruffle the vegetation at the tree line.
“They’re here.” Juliet whispers as dread fills the emptiness between us.
I purse my lips in a silent snarl as Captain Henrick comes into view, his soldiers close behind.
