“Yes.” I nod firmly.
“Unbuckle my belt,” he demands, lifting his chin. Memories of our time in his office make me eager. He smirks when I glance up, working the leather loose, as if knowing my thoughts. “You know what to do.” I unbutton his pants and zipper, pushing the fabric away from his cock. “Perfect.” His arms band around mywaist, and I’m lifted again. There is no resistance, and he easily enters me.
“Daddy,” I breathe. Every time I’m around him, he feels like my home. When he’s inside me, it’s as if we connect on a different sensual level. I stay still, waiting for his instruction.
“My good girl,” he growls, palming the side of my head. “You took my brother’s so well. I want you to ride me.” I grind down, picking up speed quickly. “Slow. Go easy until I say you can go faster.” Excitement zaps through me. Even though I want speed, knowing he can command me so easily pleases us both. “That’s it.” I smile, and he kisses the corner of my mouth. “Beautiful, Princess.”
I roll my hips slowly, leaning into his hand, and staring into his eyes. He lifts his other hand and slides the back of his knuckles from my hip to my stomach, and up to my breasts. Traveling from one nipple to the other, back and forth, and it takes every bit of my need to please him to keep my pace. His composure astounds me. Moving my hands from the sides of the chair to his shoulders, I grip tightly and rely on my legs to keep the rhythm. As my fingers tighten on his skin, he cups my breast, his thumb sweeping the sensitive skin between them.
He lowers his head, sucking my nipple, his tongue pressing against me.
“Daddy,” I gasp.
“Yeah?” he hums against me.
“Please.” I’ve resisted, but a woman can only take so much. My four mates don’t understand how much they affect me.
“Do you want to go faster?” he asks, lifting his head.
“Yes,” I grit out, and he smirks.
“You’re sure?” His gaze travels over my face and down.
“Daddy,” I groan, barely holding on.
“Ask me nicely,” he sings, and I exhale harshly.
“Please, Daddy, fuck me hard,” I say firmly.
He tilts his head, moves his hands to grip my hips, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and gasp, the new angle pushing me closer to coming. My back meets the mattress, and he kneels on the edge of the bed, lifting my hips so he can stay connected. My chest rises, and I dig my fingers into the bedding.
“Are you ready to complete the bond?” he asks, thrusting once and holding deep. My other mates surround us.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“You will be connected to all of us until the end of our time. Are you willing?” Remy asks, grabbing my hand.
“Very,” I groan, and look at him. Hunter glides inside again.
“We will love you always.” Lawson climbs onto the bed on the other side of my body, reaching for my other hand.
“Are you ready to become one of us?” Bane rumbles, appearing above my head.
“Yes, Daddy.” I tip my head back. The room becomes heavy, and I swear I see the air move.
“Will you accept your jaguar, and us?” Hunter asks, lifting my legs and resting my ankles on his shoulders.
“I will,” I say firmly. He leans forward, hitting deep, and thrusts hard. Over and over, and I fall over the edge.
“Take us. Take our bite,” Bane growls.
I’m riding the wave of completion as they strike. Lawson and Remy thread their fingers through mine, grounding me, and bite the sides of my body. Hunter dips his head, sinking his teeth into the inside of my thigh. Bane tilts my head to the side and licks my neck before I feel the piercing of his teeth.
I can’t accurately describe the sensations floating through me. Their bite gives me pleasure, as does Hunter inside me. His movements stop as he comes, but the waves of desire continue. I can feel them sucking my blood, yet at the same time, pushing their claim inside me. It doesn’t hurt. The magic swirling around us increases. Hunter pulls out of me, but his teeth remain. I lookat each of them, an odd humming inside my body. Lawson eases back, licking the mark and lightly touching my skin. Remy is next, and he stares at my side, trailing his finger over it. It feels swollen and pulses in time with my heart.
“Princess,” Hunter rumbles, retracing his teeth. “It’s beginning.”
“I feel…something,” I whisper. Bane trails his fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead, and sitting up.
