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When the aftershocks faded, he stayed there, his weight pinning me to the mattress, his cockstill deeplyburied inside. His lips traced the line of my jaw, his tongue sweeping over the mark at my shoulder.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice reverent. “Absolutely perfect for me.”
And as his knot held us together, sealing us as one, I couldn’t find the strength to deny it.
CHAPTER 6
Varek
I never wanted a mate. I wanted revenge, distance, the comfort of being alone. But fate doesn’t care what you want; it gives you what you can’t live without. It gave me Mariah.
And I didn’t hate it.
My little mate was so beautiful, from the way she writhed under my touch to the way her nails dragged across my skin, leaving red trails that sent a shiver down my spine. Then there was the way her eyes widened when I pressed into her, stretching her, the tight heat of her core drawing a groan from my lips, and the way her lips parted, her breath hitched. How she looked at me like she was seeing straight through my soul, like she knew every dark corner of me, every hidden desire, and she welcomed it all.
As I lay there, tangled in the sheets, her body curled against mine, her hair spilling across the pillow like aflowing river, I couldn’t deny that I belonged to her too. My soul was bound to hers, woven into her very being.
My fingers traced the line of her arm, lingering at the curve of her shoulder, where my bite marked her skin. The bond between us hummed, alive and pulsing with a power that left me breathless.
She stirred in her sleep, her body shifting closer to mine, and I couldn’t resist. My mouth found her neck, brushing kisses over the delicate skin there. Her pulse fluttered beneath my lips, and I couldn’t help the growl that rumbled deep in my chest.
My hand slid lower, brushing the soft curve of her hip, dipping between her legs. She was wet for me already, even in her dreams. My fingers teased her entrance, circling, dipping in just enough to draw a soft sigh from her lips.
When she finally woke, her eyes hazy with sleep, her body writhing from my touch, I smiled down at her. “Good morning,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She gasped as my fingers pushed deeper, curling inside her. Her hips lifted, seeking more, and I gave it to her. My mouth trailed down her throat, over the swell of her chest, lingering at the peak of her breast. My teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and her back arched clean off the bed.
Her hands tangled in my hair as my head dipped lower, tracing the curve of her belly, the jut of her hipbone. She was trembling by the time my mouth brushed the inside of her thigh.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I breathed, my lips ghosting over the slick heat of her core. “To feel you come apart on my tongue.”
She whimpered, her fingers tightening in my hair,trying to push me away. I growled with displeasure. My hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her to the bed. “I’m going to make your sweet pussy come on my face.”
“Varek, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Please what?” I asked, looking up at her, my mouth so close to her pussy, I could feel her heat.
“Please don’t,” she said softly, her cheeks flushing pink. “It’s… too much.”
I smiled at her, a slow, predatory grin. “Then it sounds like my little mate needs a spanking first.”
She gasped as I let go of her wrists and flipped her over. “Up on your knees,” I commanded, my voice low and firm.
She hesitantly obeyed, her ass lifting into the air, her cheek pressed into the bed. I ran my hand over the smooth curve of her back, marveling at the way her skin flushed pink under my touch. I smacked her ass, once, twice, and she yelped, her hips bucking.
“It stings, doesn’t it? If you had been a good girl and taken my tongue between those pretty thighs, you wouldn’t be getting this little ass reddened now, would you?”
She shook her head, her hair falling in a tangled mess around her face. “No,” she whimpered.
“No, what?” I prompted, landing another smack on her bottom.
“No, sir,” she gasped, and the words sent a bolt of heat straight to my groin.
“Good girl,” I praised, my hand smoothing over the pink skin. “Now,you’re going to get this little ass spanked until you beg me for my tongue between your thighs, and if you wait long enough, I’m going to have to spank this wet little pussy too.”
She cried out as I smacked her again, her body trembling under my touch. I spanked her hard, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room, until her skin was a bright, beautiful red.
“Please, sir,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Please, I’m sorry.”
