Page 39 of Accidental Mate
Amelia laughed. “So far, explaining something to me seems to be the last thing that you have on your mind when you have me naked and in bed.”
He stood up, took both her hands and backed toward their bedroom, pulling her along. “Trust me, this explanation is better experienced than told.”
Amelia grinned, feeling the lust running down the link to her and responding with a push of her own. Leading her to their bed, they helped each other out of their clothing, interspersing kisses with whispered words, trailing lips and little nips. It was a more slow and sultry kind of lovemaking. They were safe and for the moment they were alone with no one needing anything from either of them.
A gentle breeze from the window they had left ajar, and the smell of the sea permeated the room, the chill causing goosebumps to rise along their skin and her nipples to stiffen not just from desire. Carson purred deeply, increasing the vibrato from that which he used to soothe to arouse instead. He tipped her back into the bed, catching her so that she was eased down, and he could feel the tension from the past few days evaporate as she gave herself into his keeping.
Lying naked in their bed, she was an innocent combined with a temptress. She was everything he’d ever needed and never even known he wanted. Carson stretched out alongside her, pulling her toward him and then onto her back. He brushed his lips with hers briefly before whispering kisses along her jawline and down her throat. Mostly he used his lips and tongue, occasionally nipping at her skin, igniting an arousal that seemed singularly unique to her.
Amelia moaned in pure pleasure as one of Carson’s large hands closed over her breast, squeezing it gently and possessively, while his tongue swirled around the nipple. Moving his mouth to her other nipple and suckling, he slid both hands down her side and slipped them under her body, cupping her ass.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled.
“I know, and you’re mine,” she purred.
Neither was asking a question nor permission. Instead, it was a simple declaration and acknowledgment of ownership and possession, dominance and if not downright submission, acquiescence. She was his. She’d been his from the moment her plane started to fall from the sky. His priorities had changed and clarified. He knew what he was meant to do—love and care for his fated mate until his dying breath. The rest, they would figure out together on this craggy coastline they now called home.
As Carson rolled over to cover her with his body, his cock throbbed against the inside of her leg, seeking her core. His was a greedy cock. It wanted her as often as it could have her and today was no exception. The texture of her skin excited him and the skin was stretched tight around his cock, the barbs beginning to bubble up, straining to get out.
Carson brought his hands up to cover and play with her sensitized breasts as he moved up her body, spreading her legs and settling into the place that had always been his. She was his fated mate and had been so since the beginning of time. That would continue to the end of time and beyond.
Holding her steady, his mouth captured hers as he pressed forward and entered her in one, long, hard pass, the nubs along his cock emerging, lighting up nerves in her wet heat she would never have experienced before. She gasped, more in surprise than anything else.
“Carson?”
“It’s fine, Amelia, just your mate’s barbs coming out to play.”
“Barbs? Like in tomcats?”
“Just like.”
“Kinky,” she laughed. As he drew back, she purred. “I think I’m going to like this.”
He chuckled and then pushed back in, allowing the barbs to scrape her inner walls. The sensation had her squirming beneath him. Carson withdrew only to thrust back in, making her moan, but it wasn’t a moan he was seeking. No, he meant to make his mate yowl. Dragging himself back caused more friction and discomfort as the barbs stiffened and scored her anew, but the pain didn’t seem to bother her and she wrapped herself around him. Amelia cried out as the first climax crashed down on her like the ocean on the rocks along the shore.
Carson stroked back into her, allowing himself to rest his weight on top of her as his body forced hers into the bed. This time when he pulled back, she yowled in pleasure as the barbs bit into her tender flesh. Carson began kissing her, his tongue plunging into her mouth the same way his cock plunged into her wet heat. Her hands came up to tangle in his hair, returning kiss for kiss as he continued to thrust. As he fucked her hard, her body catching his rhythm as it always did, trying to match him stroke for stroke. But he held fast and controlled her response.
He hammered her pussy, driving in and out with more speed and power as she gave up the fight and ceded supremacy to him. His dominance claimed her submission and feasted on it. A last, ruthless thrust and she yowled again as she orgasmed. He flooded her with his cum, its creamy essence soothing her plundered pussy. When his cock had finally spewed its last drop, he kissed her deeply, rolling from her body and dragging her into his embrace.
They were complete and resplendent in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Carson could feel the winds of change shifting. The Shadow League had held sway for a long time. Their reign of terror and oppression was over. Regardless of whether the Phantom Fire joined them, the Shadow League would be destroyed.
CHAPTER20
AMELIA
Amelia had risen quietly from the bed, hoping Carson would rest. She got online and found a good recipe for a two-crust chicken pot pie that looked easy enough and for which she was sure they had all the ingredients. She made her standard flaky pie crust recipe, putting it in the fridge to let it cool and rest for a couple of hours. Then she took a whole chicken, whacked it into pieces and set it in chicken stock with various herbs and seasonings to cook and stew. She’d need to let it cool before she could remove the meat from the bones and combine it with vegetables and the rest of the filling ingredients. She’d serve it with a salad, homemade bread, and dessert. The bread needed to be started next.
When the cell phone rang, it startled her. She wiped her hands down and answered.
“Amelia? It’s Colby. I understand Mark Hadley is headed to your place for dinner. I wonder if I might invite myself.”
“Sure. We should have more than enough thanks to whoever stocked the fridge, freezer, and pantry.”
“Good. Can I bring anything?”
“I know we have booze and hard liquor, but I haven’t checked for wine.”
“I think you’ll find you’re well stocked there, as well. But tell me what we’re having, and I’ll bring the wine.”
