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It took a few seconds before he found himself admitting, “I… I wouldn’t know. I’m still technically a virgin.”
In response, Polly squeezed and he just about came from the possessive touch alone.
“What do you say we do something about that?” Polly purred.
“Do you mean it?”
Another squeeze. He barely stifled his groan as she said, “You can tell when I’m lying, can’t you? What do you think?”
Sam didn’t need to rely on his celestial senses to know that Polly was just as ready to finalize this thing between him as he was. Honestly, if he’d pushed it before now, he knew he could have sealed the deal already. The only reason he hadn’t was because he wanted it to be about more than just sex. When he claimed her, he wanted it to be because she chose him. That she was agreeing to be his soulmate for eternity.
He knew what he was asking of her. It had been such a fucking shock when Raze found and claimed his demoness in mere weeks. Some other faction royals were finding their mates, too, but while Sam knew immediately that Polly was his, he never thought she’d accept that.
Accept him.
Now here she was. After defeating his worst enemy using nothing more than her quick fingers and her quicker mind, she not only wanted to deflower him—she was claiming his soul as hers.
She meant it, too. She wanted him.
He wanted her.
“I think,” he said, his voice barely a rasp as she held onto his cock with a possessiveness that shot straight to his heart, “you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“You, too, Ace. Come on. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
* * *
Over the last few weeks she’d taught him how to pleasure her body during their nights together in her apartment. He knew how to circle her clit to leave her mewling, and how many fingers stretched her comfortably so that she could ride his hand. Virgin he may be when it came to slipping his cock inside of her, but he’d wrung orgasm after orgasm out of Polly before tonight.
To get her ready for claiming sex, he did the same as soon as he got his beautiful, naked mate sprawled out on his bed. He wanted to make sure that he satisfied her before they went any further, and from the way she dug her heels into his shoulders, rasping her nails through his hair as he went down on her was all the encouragement he needed.
After he slipped one finger inside of her, then another, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, reveling in her delicious taste. She was as wet as ever, his cock so hard that it ached, but he couldn’t resist returning to nuzzle her clit again.
Using the heel of her foot, she prodded him until he reluctantly lifted his gaze to hers.
She was propped up on her elbows, watching him.
Her eyes were glazed over in lust and anticipation as she said in that straightforward way she had, “Either stick it in, or get up here and let me get a taste of you. One way or another, we’re doing this, and I’ve been dying to get you inside of me one way or another. You’re not gonna keep me waiting, are you?”
His weeping cock jerked, almost as if she’d taken it in hand again. Because of the way the claiming worked, the most she’d been able to do was stroke him off while they explored each other’s bodies. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t spent weeks fantasizing what it would be like to have her lush lips wrapped around his shaft, but with his female wanting and waiting in front of him, he knew what he had to do first.
Climbing up to his knees, Sam moved until he was in front of her. Then, as Polly laid back down on the bed, her legs falling open, he grabbed his cock by the base, positioning it against her entrance.
He pushed just enough to have the head slipping inside of her.
It was enough. The moment he breached her entrance, he felt their fated bond snap into place. From the way Polly hissed as she writhed against him, he was sure she felt it, too.
“I love you so fucking much, Sam,” she breathed out.
“I love you, too, baby,” he grated, feeding another inch inside of her. She was so tight, and he was sure that if he went any faster, he’d go off like a rocket.
He’d barely kept from coming when he heard her whisper that she loved him. He wanted to make this good for her. He wanted to make it so that Polly never regretted choosing him over any other male.
So he pushed a little harder, throwing his head back at the pleasure coursing through him. “Oh, baby, yes.”
She tilted her hips enough, a sure signal she wanted more.
Yeah. He should’ve known better. This was Polly Benson, and if there was something she wanted, she took it without mercy.
