Page 35 of Little Mate

More to the beast.

He also doesn’t like the fact I moved back. He’s quick to hover over me, pushing me down toward the mattress, but before my body touches the plush bedding, I’m being lifted into a strong embrace, and I wrap my legs around him without prompting.

My lips also twist into a sassy pout. “You don’t want me to admire my mate?”

“After?” Gods, that deep voice will be my undoing. He brings out of me reactions and behaviors I’ve never experienced before. I want to flirt and giggle and spread my legs a little wider. I’m going to become a whore for this man. “First, I need another taste.”

“Taste of what?”

“You.” Before I can ask for clarification, I’m being kissed. This one is hungrier than the last and I’m being swept away by the lust and need he creates, arching into him as my hands rise to cup the back of his head, fingers fisting the short strands. One sharp tug, and he growls into my mouth. I also notice that his fangs have retracted, and a part of me is sad because of it.

I want to feel them again. To lick them. No part of me is shy when it comes to the man holding me, pressing my bare core against the front of his pants where I know there’ll be proof of my desire left behind.

Dragging his teeth down my lip, he flicks the tip of his tongue there and I feel it at my core, causing me to clench. To angle my head a little more to the side so I can try to recapture his mouth, yet he denies me, choosing instead to travel a little lower to my chin and then the column of my throat where he inhales deep.

His exhales warm my skin as a sliver of fear runs through me.

Will he bite me?

Do I want to be so soon?

“Not yet,” he hisses, nose sliding toward the vein that throbs in time with my racing heartbeat. Not in fear, but anticipation, and I melt under his tongue when he runs the tip from the underside of my jaw to my collarbone, loving the skin with nips and flicks—sucking until my hips buck up and I feel the drops of my wetness slide from my tiny hole to back entrance. “Motherfuck, sweetness. It’s taking all that I am not to sink in deep; both my teeth and cock are aching to feel you shatter beneath me.”

“Oh Gods,” I moan, shaking when he pulls the skin right over the very top of my breast between his lips and sucks deeper, just shy of pain, and then releases the abused flesh.

Theo lifts his beautiful face, eyes dark and hungry, to admire his work. “Beautiful.”

“Yours.”

“That’s right. You are.” Dark orbs travel lower, grazing my painfully hard nipples and then the flat of my stomach before settling on the small triangle of curls above where I’m needy the most. His snarl is loud inside the room, his body shaking violently, yet he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he brings one hand to my throat and the other to my mound, tracing two fingers across the soft hair. “Who did you do this for?”

“W-what?” I ask, voice shaky at his actions yet turned on just the same. “What do you mean?”

“Where’s the rest, pretty girl? Why are your lips bare?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Keep talking.” The warm digit moves down a bit, just over my clit, and my walls clench and thighs tremble as a shock of pleasure slams into me without warning. It feels good. Too good. “Why are you nearly bare?”

Goose bumps rise on my skin at his dark tone. “My mother taught us to remove unwanted hair with a sugar wax recipe that’s natural and easy to make.”

“Continue?” More relaxed now, yet the two fingers running down to my labia and up again remain firm. His hand on my throat tightens a tiny bit.

“And I decided to try it one day since I’ve always hated the hair there. It’s annoying, to be honest.” My nipples throb, the closeness of his mouth to my body causing an involuntary mewl to slip. Seeing this, Theo lowers his face to hover just over my left breast, his exhale making the fire rising within my veins worse. He doesn’t, but instead arches a brow. A silent demand that I finish my explanation. “It was different from doing my legs or underarms, but I was able to remove it and leave myself bare except for the small patch you see. It also keeps me this way for about three weeks.”

“Hmm.” That’s his response, but then it doesn’t matter as his mouth takes a nipple into his mouth and pulls it between his teeth. The pain registers quickly, but it’s mixed with pleasure as he pinches my clit, causing my body to try and bow into itself. I’m arching and squirming and then trying to pull back, the latter of which pisses him off, and I’m rewarded by an angry growl. “Don’t.”

“Theo, I—”

“Just feel, pretty girl. Let me enjoy you.” Not that I’m given a chance to catch up. His mouth descends on my breast, licking and sucking from one side to the other, and right when I’m going to voice my need for more—for another taste of his teeth—he bites the right tip and then the underside, digging a little harder there. Another mark.

The fingers on my pussy massage my clit in time with every nip that follows, while the hand on my throat is tight. Neither moves when he repositions himself between my legs and licks a trail from my sternum to belly button before stopping just above my mound.

I follow his every move.

Watch as his fangs descend right before he nuzzles the small patch of hair, breathing me in deep.

Theodore stays there for a moment, and I don’t move. Can’t. I’m too enraptured by the sight.

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