“My mate.” He removed his lips from mine. “Holy fuck. We’re mates.”
“I take it you were as surprised as I was?”
“To be honest, I haven’t let myself think about it too much. I didn’t want to focus on you being my mate until you were safe in my arms again.” He kissed me again, softly. “And here you are, back in my arms again, where you belong.” I closed my eyes as his words worked their way into my soul.
“My wife.” He kissed my jaw. “My mate.Mine.” I shivered at the possessiveness of his tone.
“Yours,” I spoke against his skin.
He rested his forehead against mine, pressing his eyes closed as his hands drew tighter around me. “Are you—are you okay?”
My throat tightened. The still-healing skin on my back itched. I didn’t want to think about any of that now. All I wanted to think about was him, about being back in his arms.
“I will be.”
A tremor shook his body; he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me. “Lennox, I?—”
“Later.” I swallowed. “We will talk about it all later.” My hand roamed higher, my hand snaking to the back of his neck. “Right now, all I want is you. I want to feel you.”
I pulled his lips to mine. This kiss wasn’t slow and tender like before—no, this kiss was pure fire.Desire. Weeks of pent-up emotions ripping from our bodies.
“Luka.”
“Lennox.” His mouth left mine, licking and sucking his way down my neck as I arched into him.
I wrapped my hands in the hair at the base of his neck, urging him closer as he guided me backward toward the bed.
I fell back onto the mattress, but Luka’s hands didn’t leave my body as he hovered over me. His lips now nipping and sucking at my collarbone.
“I’m fucking starved for you, Sweetheart.” One of his hands drifted beneath the hem of my nightgown, lifting it until it bunched at my waist, his hand resting firmly on my thighs. “For your blood and your cunt.”
I whimpered as his fangs scraped over the fluttering pulse in my neck, and I arched into him. “Which do you think I should feast on first?” His hand slipped between my thighs, cupping me through my undergarment. I rocked against his hand, needing something—any kind of friction.
“Touch me, please.” I all but whimpered. “I need you.” It had been so long since I’d been touched by him that I feared I could come from his words alone.
“If my queen demands it.” He slipped his hand into my undergarment, sliding his fingers through my center. “So fucking wet already.” I cried out as he slipped a single finger inside me.
“More,” I demanded. Lifting my hips to rock against hishand as he added another digit, stretching me in the most delectable way.
“Fuck,” he swore. “You feel so fucking good clenching around my fingers.”
I brought his lips back to mine as his fingers pumped inside me, the heel of his palm moving against my clit.
“Holy shit, I’m going to come,” I panted.
“Not yet.” He removed his fingers.
“Always such a fucking tease!” I protested.
“Patience, Sweetheart.” He moved between my thighs, slipping my undergarments down my legs, discarding them to the side before opening me to him with a hand on each of my legs. “I said I was starved for you, remember?” He kissed the inside of my thigh. “It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted you.”
My body trembled as he flattened his tongue against my center in one long slow stroke after another, finally, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore his tongue circled my clit, slowly at first, his speed increasing with each stroke.
“Luka, please,” I whimpered.
He closed his mouth over my clit and sucked. My back arched off the bed as a string of incoherent curses fell from my lips.
He sucked again, slipping his fingers back inside me.
