Raising a brow at her, the tension bled from my body, and I forced myself to relax again, asking, “Then why are those cute little fangs out, darling?”
I remember thinking that it was adorable the first time she flashed them at me in her rage while she attempted to murder me. Now felt like the proper time to be able to talk about the baby fangs without it furthering her hatred of me. Although, she did seem like she’d get into a dick measuring contest with any man and claim her metaphorical dick was bigger than theirs, so maybe it would offend her, calling them small.
Her brows slammed together immediately as a look of hurt crossed her face.
Damn it.I shouldn’t have said that.
As I opened my mouth to apologize and tell her that her fangs were big and scary, she snapped at me, “Don’t call me that anymore,” and glanced to the side as her weight shifted from foot to foot, betraying her discomfort.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what she meant, but then it clicked. She didn’t care about the fangs. She cared that I called her darling. What an interesting turn of events.
It was damn hard to keep the knowing smirk off my face. “What am I supposed to call you now?” I teased, loving that she’d latched onto her new nickname so quickly and fiercely.
My little Comoara.
A dramatic sniffle came from her as she turned her nose up and flipped her long hair over one shoulder before crossing her arms. I couldn’t fight off the smirk any further with that small act of sass.
This woman was the most dramatic little creature I’d ever met, and somehow it never made me any less intrigued by her. It turned my cock as hard as a diamond. Even if she frustrated me with her sass at times, it was sexy as hell the way she stood her ground, firm in her beliefs, even if they were slightly misguided at times. She’d already shown exceptional growth in expanding her preconceived notions as a born and raised slayer, but thankfully she hadn’t lost her spunk in the process.
“Comoara,”she mumbled finally as she lowered her eyes to my face, stumbling a little over the pronunciation, but it was cute. “I feel like darling is what you only called before we became…” She trailed off before uncrossing her arms and gesturing between us with wide eyes, “This.”
I let out a huff of laughter at that.
I’d already felt the shift between us, but to hear that she recognized the change and wasn’t running away from it…It was ecstasy.
Pushing off my hands, I grabbed her hips in a flash, dragging her to straddle me and pushing the hem of her red satin dress up before she could inhale her next breath. Digging my fingers in, I pushed her down onto my erection as I rolled my hips up just a fraction, showing her exactly what her little attempt at being in control did to me.
I needed her, but there was something else I needed from her first.
Her lips parted, and the air around us became heavy with the tension of our need. Her eyes glowed with a smoldering heat, and my heart raced with anticipation. As I leaned closer, her breath hitched, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. It was like a symphony being played on the air, and I found myself craving to hear it again, louder this time. I wanted to hear the beautiful moans she’d cried out for me earlier in her room even more, though. Already, I was addicted to the sound.
Would it be too far if I recorded her without her knowing and set it as my alarm clock in the morning? The beast in me rumbled his appreciation. I’d circle back to that at a later time.
As her head tilted back to meet my eyes, I descended toward her lips slowly. Just before I could kiss her, I stopped. Looking into her eyes I growled out, “What isthis,Comoara? I want to hear you say it.”
How I’d fucking ached for her to accept me as her mate since the first time my eyes had fallen on her. I wasn’t letting her have even an inch of my cock in her pussy until she admitted it to me.
When I took her for the first time, I wanted her to openly admit to herself that she’d be coming on my cock for the rest of her fucking life. I wasn’t a fling or an itch she could just scratch and get out of her system. She was going to look into my eyes when she came and know that this was just the fucking beginning.
My cock pulsed beneath her as she stared at me and without missing a beat, admitted, “I’m your mate, and you are mine.”
Those sweet, sweet, words made the shackles on my restraint explode. I wanted to exchange blood with her to make it official and for her to wear my mark, but I’d settle for her confession…for now.
I felt a teenager who had never gotten his dick wet before as she reached down to pull her dress up slowly, revealing more and more of her beautiful, tanned skin until the tiny scrap of black fabric that separated her pussy from me was revealed.
I had her pinned beneath me in an instant with her hips high in the air and her chest on the bed. “Fuck, warn a girl,” she breathed out heavily, words thick with desire as her cheek was pushed into the bed with the swift change.
A deep wave of pleasure rolled through my body as I beheld the sight of her before me. Her tanned, smooth skin begged to be touched, always glowing, as if caressed by the sun even at night. Those endless legs of hers captivated me with every movement, the heels only adding to the allure. As she lay outstretched, her back curved in perfect symmetry, her full chest pressing against the bed. Her supple body was incredibly flexible, igniting my imagination with all that I could do with it in the future.
Fucking beautiful.
It didn’t escape me the way she didn’t try to move from the stance I’d put her in, despite all of her sass and bravado to be in charge. It only further cemented what I thought she was looking for, and I was more than ready to play.
“There’s only one warning I’ll ever give you,Comoara,” I murmured as I trailed my hands down her spine and over the swell of her hips. She quivered at my touch, and my cock swelled with desire for her. I caressed her softly, feeling the heat radiating from her body. She leaned into me, yearning to feel more of me.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her—finally.
Bringing my hand down in a firm swat to her ass, I watched her gasp at the delicious friction. The sound reverberated powerfully through the open space, and even with clothing shielding her skin, I knew it would leave a delightful sting.
