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Authors: Lea Barrymire

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Heat started gathering in her belly again, and she was almost giddy with the knowledge that another orgasm was building. She pulled away from kissing him to stare into his eyes. They’d darkened to black pools of need. She knew that look now and felt the answered need in her pussy as she flooded with moisture. They’d been skittering around consummating their mating. She knew he didn’t want to frighten her, but she was ready. The ache between her thighs was a heavy reminder of what she wanted. She pulled her courage together and let a deep breath flow across her lips.

“I ache to have you inside me.” She watched his face, watched emotions flicker in his eyes. She could feel his cock tucked against her belly, hard and hot. It wasn’t desire he was going to deny. She closed her eyes to hide from him and whispered, “Please.”

A surprised squeak slipped from her when she was flipped to her back. Her eyes shot open to find Sabar over her, watching her. Need was clear in his face. She slid her legs open, allowing his naked hips to rest fully against hers. She went to touch him, but in a quick move, her wrists were pinned above her head in his hand.

“You will allow me to do this my way, little girl. Do you understand?” Feral domination flowed through every growled word. She nodded quickly. The switch from worried man to warrior was quick but it didn’t frighten her. He wasn’t going to harm her. “Reach your hands up. I’m securing them again. If you’re a good girl, I might not restrain your legs.”

She scrambled to obey, aching to feel his touch. The roughness of his voice made her throb with need. Every word seemed to stroke down her belly and collected with heavy warmth in her pussy. She stretched her hands over her head and heard the quiet click of her restraints as they attached to the bed frame. She wondered absently if he’d make her wear the cuffs all the time or if he’d expect her to learn to follow his orders. The thought of wearing them every day so he could take her whenever and wherever he wanted caused another gush of hot wetness to coat her cunt.

“You’re thinking again, sweetness. Look at me.”

She followed his order and found him staring at her with a mixture of concern and need in his eyes. She smiled and laughed when he grinned back.

She wished she could wrap her arms around him and hug the worry away. Instead she leaned her head against his arm and kissed him while she nodded. She wasn’t afraid of him hurting her, but she didn’t think her words would take the worry from his brow. Before he could deny them the promised passion, she gave his arm a quick nip and before he could pull back she flicked the spot with her tongue.

She watched with wide eyes as he bent down and captured her mouth in a devastating plundering. It wasn’t a kiss as much as it was a claiming. He swept through with his tongue, branding hers with his taste and the feel of his teeth clashing against hers. Time stopped as he marked her with his mouth. When he finally released her, she was gasping for breath and completely muddled.

The rough texture of his fingers as they moved over her breasts pulled a moan from her lips. Her nipples, sensitive already, responded by pebbling against his palm. The hot desire to have his lips wrapped around it was enough that she thrashed her head. She whimpered as his mouth seared her skin, licking and teasing from her collar bone to the tender flesh between her breasts. Could she beg? Should she? In the end she didn’t need to. Sabar twirled her nub with his tongue and then sucked it between his hot lips. She cried out at the feeling and tried to arch her back. More. She just wanted, needed, craved more.

Slowly her mind slipped to a primal place. No longer were there words for her to think or say. It was all feeling. Sensations flooded her body, flowing in languid streams to her throbbing clit. Every lick, suck, nibble sent her need higher. Her body knew want it wanted, and she communicated that in the most basic way she could by opening her legs to him and whimpering simple words, simple thoughts.

She sighed in relief when he climbed between her thighs. His weight was a comfort, a promise that the need would end in something spectacular. She widened her legs in hopes that he would finally enter her and take the throbbing away.

“Gods, Rella, you’re so wet. Wrap your legs around me, love.”

She complied, linking her ankles over his ass. She tried to pull him to her, tried to force him to give in and finally stroke her where she most needed it. She whimpered when he chuckled.

“Stop it, little girl, or I’ll restrain your legs. I’ll make it all better, I promise, just let me do this right.”

His words had barely filtered through the haze of lust before she felt the head of his cock push slowly into her vaginal opening. A shudder of need tempered with fear shimmied down her spine. The stretch she could feel with just the tip of him inside her body was enough to still her movements. Pressure built as he pushed steadily into her channel. A warrior’s strength and a mated male’s patience had him fully in her and waiting above her with gritted teeth.

“Okay?”

She nodded, afraid her voice would shake too much. She felt full, stretched, complete. It hadn’t really hurt, but she was glad he’d stilled once he’d fully entered her.

“I’m going to move, but if it hurts you need to tell me.”

The first rock of his hips pulled a gasp from her lips. The second brought a moan. By the third she could feel the heat that had been overshadowed by the new sensations rebuilding, doubling in intensity. Each stroke of his cock against her folds, each time he ground his body against her clit, she could feel the flames growing. The familiar feel of an orgasm was present, but the feeling was so much more intense.

The slick slide of his shaft in and out of her body in the timeless movements of mating had her gasping for breath. Her chest felt tight, compressed by the connection between them. Their two bodies moving in synchronized passion. Each pump of his hips brought wicked sensations. Her clit was rubbed, torturing a cry from her lips.

Soft lips wrapped around her nipple, and she opened eyes she couldn’t remember closing. The feel of his hot mouth wrapped around her nub shot warmth to her already pulsing clit. The flick of his tongue was almost too much. Her body clenched instinctively, and she whimpered. She wanted to come so badly it almost hurt. Every muscle was poised, ready to spasm with her release.

“Come for me, Rella. Come around my cock. Join us as mates.” His warm breath blew across the nipple he’d just been licking. A shot of flame coursed from the nub to her clit. She groaned.

Fingers slid between their sweat-slicked skin and lightly circled her clit. It was all too much for her to hang on to. The feel of his shaft spearing her in strong strokes, his finger on her clit drove her closer to her release. It took moments that felt like an eternity to send her over the edge. Her body tensed and shook as white-hot pleasure coursed through her. She cried out, shouting his name as the world dissolved in a river of passion. It went on and on, rolling over her with each stroke of him inside her.

The sound of her name on his lips pulled her from the sex-fuzzed bliss, but his release, hot and pulsing, threw her into another orgasm. Her cries answered his as she milked his cock of his seed.

She groaned when he withdrew, trying to hold him to her. She felt bereft and cold when he stood. Her eyes finally focused on his face, and the tender look he gave her calmed some of the feelings of abandonment.

“Shh. I’ll be right back.” He released her wrists quickly. “Stay there.”

Lying on the bed, slowly cooling as the heat from their mating dissipated, she felt tears prickle behind her eyes. She snorted at her own weakness.
Get over it, girlie. He just took you as his mate. There’s no reason for tears
. Sucking in a deep breath, she calmed some of the ache in her chest. That was all true. She was now a mated female, but why had he left her? Why wasn’t he wrapped around her, holding her?

“What’s the frown for, Rella?”

She hadn’t seen or heard his return. She felt a blush creep across her cheeks. She thought for a single moment to lie, to brush away his question, but where would that get her? He was asking her for information, trying to solve her discomfort. It was better to answer him truthfully. She sighed. “I was wondering why you left me after what we shared. I was feeling sorry for myself.”

“Hmm. Well, I was starting a bath for you. You’ll be pretty sore in a little bit.” He leaned over her and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I never want you to worry that I’m abandoning you. I will see to your needs, though.”

A bath? He’d drawn her a bath? She blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. No one had thought to take care of her, especially when it came to something as simple as comfort. Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. She kissed him with all the emotions she was keeping bottled. She poured her thanks, her vulnerability into the embrace.

When they broke apart, she was breathing heavy. She grinned when she saw that his eyes had darkened again and was breathing just as heavy. She squeaked when he pulled her into his arms and lifted her from the bed. A sigh escaped her lips when he strode to the bathing room with her firmly in his arms. She felt safe and so treasured that her chest was tight with emotions.

“You will sit in here and relax for a moment. If you get out before I come back for you, I will definitely take that as disobedience and may have to tickle you.” His words, along with a quick flexing of his fingers against her ribs, had her laughing and nodding at his instructions.

Sliding into the hot water was one of the most decadent things she’d ever done. He had scented it with a floral oil that smelled like her favorite garden flowers after a new rain. The smell was comforting and wonderful, chasing away the last memory of the Linax oil. She sighed and melted into the bath. If this was what being mated meant, she was going to really love being Sabar’s woman.

Chapter 13

 

Soft kisses moved across her shoulder. Rella batted at the intrusion, grumbling in her sleep. She’d been dreaming of Sabar and making love in his bed. Now she was being pulled from the warm cocoon of his arms. She rolled over and found a warm chest that vibrated below her cheek with a chuckle.

“Wake up, my sleeping beauty. We have much to do today.” More soft kisses fluttered over her closed eyes.

“Don’t want to. Then it won’t be real.” Another laugh rumbled under her face, and she batted at him with an uncoordinated swing. She grumbled, more awake than she’d been moments before. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you. I’m happy and chuckling over your lack of manners when you’re waking.” A firmer kiss was pressed to her forehead. “Come on. We’ve got first meal to eat, and then we’re going to get your medallion.”

That one word did the trick. Rella was fully awake and standing in the middle of the room before she fully realized she’d stood. Her medallion. Her proof that he’d really chosen her. The idea made her stomach flutter with a combination of elation and fear. What if he decided he didn’t want to keep her? The look of pure masculine possessiveness that stole across his face when he looked over her naked body quelled her fears. He wanted her, had already chosen.

With a grin, she turned and sauntered into the bathing room, swinging her hips with a little extra sway. She almost laughed as she listened to him scurry off the bed behind her. They’d shared each other’s bodies throughout the night, teasing, touching, tasting. She’d learned how to please him with her mouth and her hands. He’d taught her so much about sharing pleasures. The memories heated her blood and made her almost giddy. He’d take her in the shower, she was sure of it. She’d be able to feel him deep within her body, moving and bringing them both to wonderful release. A flood of moisture between her thighs almost made her laugh. He’d taught her how to please him, but he’d also taught her body to crave his. Just the thought of him moving inside her had her panting.

She turned to find him staring at her from the bed. His naked body was a masterpiece. Tanned skin shone in the low light, his cock erect and darker than the surrounding skin. Her mouth watered at the view, remembering what it tasted like to have him on her tongue. She took a step toward him, hoping he’d let her lick him again.

“Stop, naughty girl. You can’t look at me like that. We have too much to do today to stay in bed all day. Go clean up. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

She groaned when he turned and walked to the door. All that naked splendor made her want to lick him from head to toe. She never thought she’d be a sexual deviant, but the things she wanted to do to his body were depraved. With a shudder, she turned and entered the bathing room.

Rella rushed to get cleaned up. She hadn’t been allowed out of his bedroom throughout the night. She was curious to see what the rest of the house looked like without the painful haze from the day before. She dressed in a simple tunic that she found in his closet. It was long enough to cover her knees. She laughed to herself, feeling like a small girl wearing her father’s shirt.

The hallway was quiet when she stepped from the bedroom. She walked on silent feet toward the rest of the dwelling, peeking into a few open doorways while she made her way to the kitchen. She was quite amazed that the house was so well provisioned for being a house solely owned by a single warrior. Beautiful artwork hung on the walls in each room she looked into. The floors were covered in wonderful rugs made in earthen colors.

The kitchen was her favorite room in the house. It had an unobstructed view of the sky, allowing bright morning light to fill it. The first sun was already high, spilling yellow sunshine onto a large island covered in the makings for breakfast. Sizzling reached her ear just as the smell of food cooking tickled her nose. Her stomach growled loudly in response. She hadn’t eaten in days, and her body was reminding her of that fact with a cramp and a flood of nausea.

“Oh, gods, Rella. Go sit down. You’re so pale. I’d forgotten you hadn’t eaten anything.”

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