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Reverently, he caressed her face. The dancing firelight illuminated her skin and caught her hair in a cascade of fiery highlights. She must’ve been part Sorcerer, because she’d cast a spell on him.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
She took his hand and drew him down to the rug in front of the fire. He straddled her with his knees on either side of her hips, looking down at her. Chestnut hair fanned out from her sides, around her shoulders. Her skin was the color of cream. As she captured him with her entrancing green eyes, he knew he wouldn’t rush this. Calla deserved so much more than him, but he was hers and he wouldn’t let her down again.
Nick bent over her and took a rosy-tipped breast in his mouth. She gasped in pleasure as his tongue swirled lazy circles around it and his teeth grazed it gently. He splayed a hand across her stomach, then continued downward to the silky material of her panties. He sat up, sliding them slowly over her legs. For a moment, he could only stare. She was every inch his princess.
His mate gave him a wicked grin, pulling at his belt. “It’s your turn. It’s only fair, you know.”
He laughed and stood, shedding the rest of his clothes, then hesitated. This was it. He would be fully, completely bonded to a woman he loved for the first time since that hot summer night that nearly destroyed him. Awful memories crowded in, threatening to overtake him. But he wouldn’t let them. Not tonight.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice sounded from behind him, tinged with concern.
“Nothing, baby. For the first time in years, everything is right.”
“Then stop torturing me with your gorgeous naked self and come here,” she teased.
Nick turned to face her then, his smile gone and his entire being humming with raw, sexual energy, and another emotion begging to be voiced. He moved to her side and knelt, taking her face in his hands, his expression sober.
“I’m a mess and I don’t have a clue why you want the trouble that comes with me and my life with the Pack. But I’m yours, if you’ll have me. Yours completely.” He held his breath as if his life depended upon her answer.
“From the second we met, I knew you were perfect for me in every way,” she whispered, reaching up to slide her palm down his chest. “Nothing else matters but us, my mate.”
Nick crushed his lips to hers, plundering her sweetness, tasting. He rolled her taut nipples between his fingers, marveling at how they seemed to be made for his touch. She arched her back in delight as his hands and mouth explored her everywhere, scorching a hot path to her breasts and down the plane of her soft belly. When he slowly, deliberately parted her knees and found the warm center of sex, he relished driving her crazy. He brought her to the edge of the precipice with his mouth, again and again, nearly sending them both over.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and pulled frantically at his hair. “Make love to me. Now.”
“That’s what I’m doing, baby.”
He moved over her, covering her body with his own. Grasping her wrists, he placed her hands on either side of her head, palms up, then linked his fingers with hers. As he looked down, the complete trust and utter sensuality on her face was his undoing. Something fierce and primal rose up inside him, a feeling he’d never known before. His. Calla was his, and he’d never let anyone hurt her again.
He thrust inside her, burying himself deep, his eyes never leaving hers. She moaned as he moved with agonizingly languid strokes. Writhing beneath him with wild abandon, she set his body on fire. Gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts, he brought them to a perfect rhythm, her hips rising to meet his. When she wrapped her legs around him, he let go of her hands and cradled her, crushing her against his chest, driving deeper still. He was certain he would never feel closer to anyone than he felt right now.
“Do it,” he groaned, cupping the back of her head. “Claim me.”
He tilted his head to the side, heart about to pound out of his chest. She struck quickly—and his world detonated.
The pleasure was like nothing he’d ever known, but it was more than a physical sensation. With her fangs buried deep in
his throat, marking him as hers for all time, the ecstasy was almost too great to be endured. It was as though every cell in his body had been blasted like a supernova, turned inside out and made joyful and whole again.
They rode the pulsating, crashing waves together to a feverish pitch, until neither could stop the tide. They tumbled over the precipice of their release together, clinging tight to each other. With one last thrust, his passion exploded into a million tiny shards. Holding her close, he shuddered as he spilled his seed deep within her.
He was alive. At last.
His Bondmate clung to him, riding the last wave before floating softly to earth.
“Oh, my gods,” she moaned, burying her face in his neck.
“Are you okay?” he asked in alarm.
“What?” she said, blinking at him owlishly.
“Did I hurt you?” Anxiety flipped his guts into a pretzel.
“No! Not a chance.” She gave him the sweetest smile. “That was simply wonderful.”
Not realizing he was holding his breath, he let it out in a rush. “For me, too, baby. That was incredible.”
