Page 37 of His to Take

“It is done. I wish you joy in your new life, and a lot of productivity. May you find the way.”

Ann leaned back, shocked at what had just happened. She could still feel him, lingering in the back of her mind. What had just happened? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She turned her head, saw her mother and father, and smiled at them. It’s okay, her smile told them, and they both relaxed.

“Please, John, Mary, if you would join us for dinner. It’s traditional to eat a meal with the parents on this day. Mine are far away, too far to come, so if you would do me the honor, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Of course, Rager. Thank you.” Her father smiled up at the giant she had just been mated to and led his wife away.

“Thank you, Ann. I know this must be difficult. I didn’t realize you didn’t know the dreams were, shall we call them, real? I thought you’d agreed to this; I am a buffoon.”

She gaped at him as they walked back into the house and into a very large dining room. “No, I didn’t know. Thank you.”

Had he only just learned that? Had he figured it out during the ritual that mated them? She scurried around in her memories and found a few that weren’t hers. The scent of a woman that she realized was how she smelled to him, the moment he’d seen her, that first day they’d been captured. He’d been the soldier that told them they were free to go. He’d seen her with her father, in the transporter as well, and it seemed those were memories he treasured.

It was disconcerting, to know she shared someone’s memories, and that they would know things about each other now. She wasn’t sure she liked it, but she did know one thing, for certain. Rager was now hers for the rest of her life, and there wasn’t a woman on Earth, or elsewhere, that would break that. The same as she wouldn’t leave him for another man. Not even Rex.

The dinner took two hours, and it was a real feast. Turkey, ham, it was all available, as were delicious vegetable dishes that she couldn’t identify because her mind was taken up with nothing but him. Her parents left soon after, and he took her up to the bedroom.

“So soon?” she asked but didn’t protest.

“Do you want to wait? We can, if you prefer, but I must warn you, I’m not sure I can wait very long.”

“No, I don’t want to wait. I want… well, I want you.” She knew no other way than to be straightforward with him about it. She was his mate now, and she couldn’t deny that, even if she wanted to.

“You are so fragile, not like the women from my world.” His finger slid the right sleeve of her dress away. “So delicate and seductive.”

“I’m only me,” she said but couldn’t breathe. He was in her head, deep in her mind, and all she wanted was to be his.

She knew it didn’t make any sense, other than they were connected somehow, and apparently had been since they’d first met. The modalla had joined them, in some alien way, but they’d dreamed together for months now. She barely knew him, but she knew what made him groan her name. Ann’s knees went weak and she sank down to the bed.

He sank down in front of her and slid her dress up her legs slowly. She watched him, her breath held until the moment his fingers touched the soft skin of her thighs. Air forced out of her lungs as his skin came into contact with hers, and she heard him make a sound of his own.

“You have beautiful thighs, my dear.”

She looked down to see his gaze was on her skin, and he wasn’t joking. His fingers teased up a little to brush beneath her dress, at the very top of her thighs, before he slid them back down again. She fought to breathe again, desire a drum in her veins, in her ears, as he leaned forward to kiss each thigh in turn. His lips were hot, a slight pressure against the spot where her thighs met just above the stocking.

“I’d like to see them naked, however. Do you mind?” His gaze met hers and she shook her head, she wanted this now. She could hate herself later, but for now, she didn’t want anything else but his lips, wherever he wanted to put them. “Good.”

His fingers looped around elastic lace and removed the stocking she’d put on only a short while before. The garments quickly disappeared behind him, and Rager settled in, his body now a wedge that kept her legs open. “I want to make you happy, Ann. I’m not an overly cruel man, so please, don’t be afraid of me.”

“I’m, I’m not,” she gasped, her legs relaxing as he put each one over his shoulders. She knew what he wanted to do, he’d done it so many times in her dreams, and she eased back, her palms out flat behind her to steady her. Would it feel the same in real life?

“Good. Now, let me please you.”

Ann’s eyes closed and she sank into some kind of oblivion as his lips parted her folds to explore her hidden secrets. It was better than her dream, far more vivid, far more personal when his tongue slid into her, and then up, to that precious spot he’d only ever touched in her dreams.

“Fuck,” she spit the word out, the one she so rarely used, but she couldn’t help herself. Her fingers dug into his hair and her hips began to dance as he found a rhythm, the only rhythm that would take her where he wanted to send her.

His hair was silky, long enough to tug on, and she did just that as he gave her all the attention she could have ever craved. “Rager…”

“Hmmm?” she heard him say, and gasped again.

It felt so good when he did that there, so very good.

“Nothing. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Mmhmm.” He did it again, and she couldn’t help it. Something turned inside out inside of her, and the world exploded.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she heard another satisfied hum from down below, but she didn’t care. She was too busy chasing a sensation she’d never felt before. Total bliss. It was so worth waiting for.