Page 13 of Accidental Mate

She could feel her spirit drifting. No longer was she tied to earth or this plane of existence. She floated somewhere up above it all. She looked down and could see Carson’s body wrapped around hers. He spooned against her and kissed the back of her neck and then there was pain—blinding, breathtaking, unbearable pain. The sonofabitch had bitten her. She could see two rivulets of blood trickling past his lips, could feel hisfangspiercing her flesh and tearing at it before he lifted his head and delicately licked at the wounds he’d inflicted, trying to soothe her. It was a little late for that. The damage was done.

Why? Why had he done it? Was she going to die? Was he going to eat her? And not in a sensual, sexual way? She didn’t feel like she was dying—just drifting. She chose not to cling to her corporeal form; instead she felt like a leaf driven on the wind to a future she had never imagined. The weather turned in her dreams and storms raged around her. In her mind, she heard the call of a great cat and when she looked ahead, she could see only darkness except for a small, shining light at the end of the tunnel. Surrounded by the light stood a great snow leopard and Carson. What was he doing here? For that matter, what was the snow leopard doing here? And where the hell was ‘here?’

Carson stretched out his hand to her. “Come, mate,” he beckoned softly. She didn’t know if he was talking to her, but she hoped he was. She was glad he was here, with her, which seemed simultaneously strange and completely normal. Placing her hand in his, he drew her close and they turned and walked toward what seemed to be a great Polaris. At either of their sides, a snow leopard walked.

The bright, white light that surrounded them seemed to have a magnetic pull. Walking with Carson and the two snow leopards was peaceful, and all her cares seemed to float away.

“It is not your time,” said Carson.

“No, you saved me.”

“I pulled you from the plane and initiated the gift, but it is she,” he said, pointing to the snow leopard that trilled at her side, “who saved you. We cannot tarry too long in the light. We must return to the earth filled with shadows, but ones that together with our comrades we will see parted.”

Amelia cocked her head to one side. “This has got to be a dream because you don’t talk that way in real life.”

He chuckled and the sound enveloped her as she and the snow leopard at her side were drawn back through some kind of vortex of thunder, lightning, and blazing shards of color.

“Do not be afraid,” said the snow leopard. “We are one now.”

A talking snow leopard? Carson speaking like an announcer for the BBC? Weird.

Her companion had abandoned her, and she now found herself floating in a kind of flowery essence with a light shining above. She kicked her legs and brought her arms up and then down, propelling her toward the light. As she emerged, she could feel Carson’s presence, but this time not in some esoteric way. He was real and was alive, and so was she. Since the first time she’d opened her eyes before the crash, she didn’t hurt. Her body felt renewed and restored. Not only that, but the only heat she felt was from the flush of arousal as it surged through her system.

It wasn’t that Amelia didn’t like sex—she did, very much. It was just that so often it felt more like a business transaction or was wholly disappointing, but then she’d never felt her system come alive the way it was now. Her skin tingled and she could feel her blood racing through her veins, warming her. She recognized she had a fever, but it wasn’t from an infection or a virus. It was from the man who stood towering above her, looking down at her with a decidedly feral and possessive stare.

Sex had always been pleasant, even fun sometimes, but although the fire racing through her blood felt good, pleasant wasn’t the word for it. It was overwhelming… electric—as if she were a live wire, crackling, and sparking in the night. Amelia rose up from the bed, taking the step that stretched between them and winding her arms around his neck, pressing her naked body into his and feeling his hard length throbbing between them. His arms came around her; bands of steel that encased her in his strong embrace. She laid her head on his sculpted chest and felt the ridges of washboard abs as he breathed in and out.

Gently he turned her in his arms, wrapping one around her waist while he brought his other hand up to palm her breast and pluck at her stiffened nipple. Amelia leaned back against him and sighed contentedly. He turned his hand around and trailed the back of it down her torso, covering her mound briefly before swirling his finger around her engorged clit and allowing it to slide between the folds of her sex.

“You are mine,” Carson purred as he nibbled and then nipped at her neck.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Amelia murmured, trying to regain her equilibrium and failing as his fingers slipped lightly into her wet heat.

“I would, and where I lead, you will follow.”

“Is that a threat?” she asked, trying to find the will to resist his strong hands, the purring sound that seemed to surround her and make her more captive than even the cage of his embrace.

“No, my mate, that is a promise. Come for me,” he rumbled, bringing the slick from her pussy up to her clit, where he rubbed it in, rotating around the little nub over and over.

She wasn’t one to orgasm easily and surely it would take more than the evidence of his desire pulsing behind her and one hand fondling her nether regions while the other came up to roll, tug and pinch her nipples to make her do so now. It would take far more—or not. She felt the swell of pleasure rise and roll over her in a heated rush as she gasped and grabbed each of his arms in one of her hands. Arching her back, she called his name with a quiet desperation she had never known before. What had once been taut and strained from her powerful climax, now felt relaxed and without form. She felt like a wet noodle in his arms—a wonderfully satisfied wet noodle, but there were no hard edges to her body.

She didn’t normally allow her body to just collapse into a man’s arms, expecting him to keep her from hitting the ground, but she had no doubt Carson would keep her from falling. She felt him lean down, one arm coming behind her knees as he lifted her up and took them back to the bed. Carson laid her reverently on the bed, but not lengthwise as he had done before when he put her to bed, tucking her in and taking care of her.

He gently bent each leg at the knee and placed her feet on the edge of the mattress, pulling her forward so that he was standing between her legs—her thighs spread wantonly. There was something about the way he had taken charge, not asking her what she wanted, but giving it to her, nonetheless. He had her in the most vulnerable, intimate position she’d ever been in.

Amelia stared at his cock. It was a glorious thing, long and thick and hard as a rock, with the smallest drip of precum at its tip. She wanted to look at it, study it, touch it, suck it and then it was gone as he sank to his knees and leaned over, putting his mouth on her pussy. The vibration from his purring was almost her undoing. He ran his tongue around her labia, moaning in pure pleasure.

“I knew you would be delicious,” he rumbled.

“Carson, wait. We need to talk.”

“I don’t talk with my mouth full,” he said, lowering his head and beginning to feast on her sex as if she was the first meal offered to a starving man.

She wanted to argue but his lips and tongue felt so good. Her body, which only moments before had been completely spent and satiated was now on fire and wanting, no needing, more. Amelia wanted him to move up her body and penetrate her with that cock she so wanted to spend time with. But they needed to talk. Amelia wriggled, trying to dislodge his mouth.

He lifted his head. “Not yet,” he purred as one finger and then a second was pressed inside her, curling up so he could stroke the sweet spot deep inside.

Amelia lay back, her hands grasping the bedclothes as he slowly stroked her sheath, and his mouth sucked a nipple into its waiting warmth. He licked, sucked, and nipped her pebbled peak then he sucked it deeper and his fingers scissored inside her. Her back bowed and her head thrashed from side to side as she fisted the bedding and cried out his name.

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