She reached up and grabbed the bar. He snagged a set of cuffs out of his bedside table and used them to bind her to the mercurite. Heat pumped through her system, that same excitement of being unable to escape. “I've never let anyone but you do this to me.”
“No?” His eyebrows rose, a slow grin curving his lips. “Well, you're never
going
to let anyone else but me do this to you.”
She tugged against the binding, loving the sound of metal snapping against metal. No running now. She didn't want to. She wanted him to take her, hard and fast. Arching her torso toward him, she smiled at him. “Hurry.”
“No, I'm going to take all the time I want.” He slipped backward down the mattress on his knees, lifting one of her legs. He turned his head and kissed her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee. “We've been rushing around since I found you in London, and I want to slow down and just savor you. Because you're mine and I can.”
If he hoped those words would simmer down her need, he was sadly mistaken. Her skin felt aflame, so hot with her craving she thought she might burn.
“Mine,” he said, kissing the inside of her thigh. Then he kissed the other. “Mine.”
Her breath caught when he dipped down to curl his tongue around her clit, and her hips lifted off the mattress. “Breck!”
The man's purr could rival any feline's. “This is mine, too.”
It was a claiming. Pure possession was in his gaze when he looked over her nude form, and she reveled in it. She'd always wanted to be his, she'd just never believed it was possible. Until now.
“Yes, yours. And you're mine. Forever.”
He blew a cool stream of air against her damp, overheating skin, and she choked. The cuffs around her wrists snapped tight when she tried to push her sex closer to his mouth. But he held her down and moved up to kiss the lower slope of her stomach. “Mine.” Flicking his tongue into her navel made her squirm. “Mine.”
His hands closed over her breasts, kneading them. Lust shot straight to her core, and her sex clenched on emptiness. She needed to be filled.
“Mine,” he whispered, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. They went tight, beading into points. She cried out when his lips closed over the tip of her breast, sucking on it, batting it with his tongue, and then shoving it against the roof of his mouth.
“Deus,
please.
” Her back bowed, her arms jerking against her bindings. A hiss spilled from her when he bit down on the other nipple. Her sex fisted, and she felt orgasm building deep within. Deus, she was going to come before he ever got inside her. “I need you, Breck. I love you. Please, please.”
A shudder ran through him, and when he met her gaze, she could see how he struggled to contain the eagle within him, saw the wildness in his eyes. It called to the most feral part of her, and her fangs slid forward, claws tipping her fingers.
“I want you inside me.” She licked her lips, knowing he'd see the deadly points to her teeth. “I need it.”
“Yes.” His talons dug into her flesh where he cupped her breasts, and he dragged the sharp claws lightly down her torso while the blunt tip of his cock pressed for entrance within her pussy.
She pushed her hips up to take all of him, moaning as he impaled her one slow micrometer at a time. The stretch made her sob on a breath. She'd missed this connection so damn much, had craved him every single heartbeat that they'd been apart. He hilted his dick inside her, rotating his pelvis to stimulate her clit.
“Mine,” he groaned.
She squeezed her inner muscles around his cock, clamping down on his thick shaft. She purred when he groaned again.
“Yes, mine,” she agreed.
The chuckle that rumbled out of him was a rusty sound, but he propped himself on his elbows and met her gaze while he began pistoning in and out of her pussy. The drag and glide of his flesh in hers made her shudder. Wrapping her legs around his flanks, she rocked herself into the contact. The speed and friction built, and every time he powered into her, the hair on his chest rasped against her nipples. Oh, Deus, it was beyond amazing. She writhed against the restraints, loving how they added to the overwhelming sensations.
Faster and faster, he thrust inside her, the intensity of his emotions playing over his face. He was more open to her than he had ever been before, and she let him see everything she felt. No masks, no hiding. She wanted him to know how she felt about him. Her sex began to clench with each penetration, climax beckoning irresistibly.
“I'm going to come,” she whimpered, and voicing it made the need unstoppable. She catapulted over the edge, a high feline scream breaking from her throat. Her pussy flexed on his cock, milking his thick shaft as he continued to fuck her. “Come with me.”
His groan was long and loud, the sound of a human volcano erupting as his control broke. He sank deep inside her as he reached orgasm, his pelvis grinding down on her clit. His fluids pumped into her, flooding her, and her sex clenched around his cock. “Tam! My Tam.”
“I love you,” she whispered. “My Breck.”
Emotion imploded inside her, and a tear slid from the corner of her eye, a sob hitching her breath. Her heart hammered in her ears, blood pounding through her veins. The euphoria of orgasm tangled with her love for him, and the rush carried her higher than she'd ever been before. It was so good, and it was even better because she didn't have to make herself give it up. She got to keep this for as long as she lived. She'd never allowed herself to contemplate something so sweet until now.
It was a long time before she came down from that high, before her breathing and heart rate returned to normal. His weight crushed her, and her arms were beginning to cramp, but she couldn't bring herself to protest. He groaned, pushing against the mattress to hold himself over her. Dipping forward, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
“Let's get these off of you.” Kneeling up, he unfastened her bindings, propped her hands on his chest, and rubbed the circulation back into her shoulders and arms. A purr soughed from her throat. Satisfaction made his eyes heavy-lidded, and a lazy grin quirked his lips. He looked more relaxed and happy than she had ever seen him, and her heart turned over.
“I love you, Breck.” She caught his face between her palms, locking her gaze with his. “I'm going to be here for the rest of our lives. I'm yours forever. I swear it.”
“And I'm yours. I love you, Tam.” He turned his face and kissed her palm, then nipped at the base of her thumb. “My mate.”
She let his love wash over her, and for the first time got to enjoy it. She didn't have to deny his feelings or hers, she didn't have to feel shamed by who she was, or guilty that he had the misfortune to be her mate. No, she could just
feel
it, absorb it, let the wonder of loving and being loved seep into her soul. She was safe and whole and happy. All the people she loved were near, and she got to keep them with her. Forever.
She'd gotten
exactly
what she deserved.