Page 68 of Little Mate

We find the exit as soon as the ceremony’s over, leaving our family and guests behind to celebrate as they choose. Stay or go, it doesn’t matter to me as I rush out, bride in my arms and a surprise destination in sight.

Gabriella isn’t aware of my intentions or plans, but she’s giddy as I give her something she’s never experienced before: running with me. At top speed, I take off through the dense forest surrounding my land and head north where I own a cottage in the middle of nowhere.

No vampires. No species of any kind.

Just us and nature for the next few nights, no clothing involved.

“Where are we going?” Her question is low, but I hear her as I veer slightly to the right, dodging a tree stump and cut-down log. “Can we leave just like that?”

“A surprise, and yes, we can.” Tero and the others have precise instructions, letting Veltross believe that he’s in charge while I’m away. My trust in him is gone, as is my patience with his way of thinking. “Besides, we’re almost there. Unless you don’t feel like spending some quality time alone with your husband.”

“I do.”

“Good girl.”

Nuzzling into my neck for a second, she bites my chin. “Not always good.”

“Is that so?”

“You’ll have to uncover your present to see.”

“Pretty girl,” I growl out, my hand fisting the bottom of her dress. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Not until we get there. You will undress me slowly, no rush.”

“Then behave.”

“I make no promises.” And that’s what she does until we arrive, crossing the threshold of a cozy home she pays no mind to. Her sole focus is me and whatever skin she can reach. Each kiss is torture. Each feel of her tongue is heaven. “Have I told you how handsome you looked today? So delicious.”

“Look at me,” I demand, but instead, my wife tilts her head while running a finger across my jaw. “Gabriella.”

“No.”

“Please.”

Green eyes look up at me from beneath long lashes, her cheeks a little flushed. “Yes.”

“This is all your fault.”

“What is?” Her feet meet the ground a second before her dress does, yet I’m the one left surprised as I cup her mound. She’s bare. Completely. The triangle of well-trimmed hair no longer exists and now, I’m left with smooth skin and the glistening slickness of her cunt.

I drop to my knees, my mouth pressed against her throbbing clit while she trembles, her body reacting to the pleased purr of her mate as I take her scent deep into my lungs. Motherfuck, she smells of sweet cream and berries, the scent stronger today than usual and when my tongue laps at her lips and up again; I groan.

The feel of her is different on my mouth, so smooth and soft.

My hunger is ferocious, as if I were a deprived animal, and I slam her against the nearest wall before lifting her, Gabriella’s legs are on either side of my shoulders, her pussy open and so pink.

“Theo, baby—”

“Feed me. Come on my tongue.” Licking my wife from entrance to clit and back again, I swallow every drop of wetness that seeps from her small hole. I marvel at the way she clenches on the tip of my tongue, trying to pull it in deeper while her mouth begs for my cock. “Give me what’s mine, Gabriella.”

“Make me bleed.” Three words. They cause a literal snap in me. My fangs break through the gums and then her flesh, slicing across the area above her clit without puncturing deep. It won’t turn her, but I give her what she craves. The slight pain and then pleasure of the cut before and after I suck, taking in deep pulls of her life’s essence.

It’s the sweetest treat. No other blood has or will ever satiate me as hers does.

Back arching, my mate uses my tongue in search of her release. The sanguine drops mix with her juices, creating the most intoxicating taste and I take as much of her tiny cunt into my mouth and purr, the loud vibrations settling where she needs me—throbs for me most—and I’m rewarded with the first of her orgasms tonight.

“Baby!” Another harsh tremor rocks her body and her eyes close; I take the opportunity to rid myself of all clothing and my shoes, leaving them somewhere behind us as I turn from the wall and walk deeper into the home. Her cut is starting to close, my saliva healing it, but I clean up the last few drops—force another small crest on her. “I’m sensitive. Give me a moment.”

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