“I will make it fit.”
A small laugh from her, even now.
I move over her and cover her body with mine. I kiss down her stomach. Slowly. I take my time. I want to learn every inch of her skin. I want to map this body that the gods chose for me. I kiss the curve of her hip. I kiss the soft swell of her belly.
I kiss lower and settle myself between her open thighs. The sight of her hairy mound and her wet pussy lips is the most erotic sight of my life. I have to taste her.
She gasps and her hips jerk off the bed. I press my palm to her stomach to hold her still.
I learn what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. I find her clit and I focus my lips and tongue there, working her relentlessly. She is wet, so wet, dripping for me.
She grips my hair. “Viktor I’m going to —” Her thighs clamp around my head and she cries out my name and comes against my mouth, her whole body shaking, her hips lifting off the bed. A gush of moisture floods against my lips and I lick all of it up, happily. I do not stop until she is shuddering and limp and gasping for breath.
Finally, I lift my head and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
She is staring at me, dazed. “Oh my god.”
“More?”
“Yes. Please. Yes. I want you. Inside me.”
I move up her body and settle my hips between hers. I take myself in hand and notch the head of my leaking cock at her entrance.
I pause one more time and look down at her. “You remember what this means. You will conceive tonight. I will bite your throat. You will bear my mark for the rest of your life. Visible. Permanent.”
“I remember. I want it. All of it.”
I push inside slowly.
She gasps at the stretch.
I am bigger than she has had before, much bigger. I give her time and push in only a few inches and stop.“Okay?” My voice is rough. My jaw is tight. Every instinct in my body is screaming to drive home, but I will not hurt her. I will not.
“It — it hurts a little. Just at the stretch.”
I do not move. I hold myself perfectly still and bend down and kiss her temple. Her eyelid. Her cheek. “I love you, Hazel.”
“I love you too.”
“Tell me when.”
“Keep going.”
I push deeper. Her body adjusts. The discomfort eases. She tilts her hips up to meet me.
“More.”
I sink the rest of the way.
We both groan. I am fully seated inside her. The Calling is roaring in my chest. My fangs are fully extended. Her body is locked around mine, hot and tight and exactly right.
I begin to move.
She wraps her legs around my hips and digs her heels into the small of my back and meets me thrust for thrust.
The careful prince I have been for the last two weeks finally breaks.
I am no longer careful. I am a male claiming his mate, and I drive into her hard and deep, the slap of our bodies coming together filling my chambers. She cries out beneath me, begging for more.
