Lizzy only gasped breathily.
I could see the game she was playing — letting me do what I wanted with her.
Whatever I wanted with her.
I slid my hand down the curve of her belly and combed the thick thatch of hair between her legs, and then ran my fingers over her sex.
She gasped once more as my fingers came away wet.
I placed it in my mouth and tasted her.
Still not wanting to break our little game, I slid a chair over to one side and lifted her foot onto it.
Then I pulled my pants down and slid inside her.
She gasped as I stroked her from the inside, my hands placed on her hips and holding her in place.
A frown marred her forehead as I stroked in and out.
She raised her arms to wrap around my neck as I drove into her deep and long and hard, but I did not pound her — the position was too fragile for that, and the situation did not call for it.
I felt her juices slather my cock as I drove into her harder, deeper, and then wrapped her legs around my hips.
I carried her to the door and pressed her back to it and speared her, causing the door to rattle on its hinges.
Lizzy let out a muffled cry.
I could have ridden her like that for days but I was aware of the fact we were meant to be downstairs enjoying dinner.
So I worked hard.
She pressed her lips to mine and let out a harsh gasp as I raced her to the finish line.
She screamed in my ear as I pumped her full of my Seed — the Seed I had Claimed her for, the Seed she was meant to have been getting at the Facility.
Better late than never, I thought.
She sighed as I lowered her feet back to the floor.
She shook her head as she closed her robe and tied the cord tight once more.
“What?” I said, pulling my pants back on.
“I just got myself clean. Now I’m going to have to start all over again.”
I chuckled as she sauntered toward the bathroom.
I could watch that ass for days…
“Can you head downstairs and tell Uhti I’m going to be a little late?Don’ttell him the reason for it.”
I saluted and left the room with a spring in my step and an upbeat tune on my lips.
There was nothing quite like planting your Seed in the belly of your fated mate to give you a pickup.
I proceeded downstairs and found Uhti sitting at the dining table, running a finger around the rim of his wine glass.
The candles were lit and he looked down and morose, although for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why.