Page 17 of Twist of Fate


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Quinn’s hiss finished with a sigh, and her hips began to undulate against him. His mate was a responsive and wanton vixen, and he had the rest of their lives to find all the ways he could make her come. He continued his downward trajectory, lifting each of her legs over his shoulders before he slipped his hands beneath her, grasping the globes of her ass and settling his mouth on her sex, giving her clit a brief kiss and a nip. The smell of her arousal called to the most primitive part of him, and he had to fight to keep from flipping her over, pulling her hips up into position and thrusting into her with little to no finesse before taking her in a maelstrom of fire and passion.

He began to devour her pussy. His tongue penetrated her over and over, spearing into her as he dove in and then flattening out to lick up all her honey. It coated his tongue, and he knew he would never taste anything as sweet. Quinn’s body arched up as she came again, her body clenching and shaking with need before relaxing.

Bodie slid up her body, sliding his hard cock over her clit—once, twice, before thrusting up into her, making her cry out and cling to him. God, she was all he’d ever wanted or needed. He wanted nothing more in this world than to hammer her pussy, making her call his name before emptying himself into her. But his mate deserved better. She needed to know that he would see to her need before easing his own.

He pulled back and then surged forward again, burying his cock up to the root in her warm, wet heat. He began to stroke her with a strong, steady rhythm that seemed to be just what she wanted. Quinn cried out, her nails raking his back as she climaxed. That was what he’d wanted, and he allowed himself the luxury of pounding into her, dragging his cock over her G-spot again and again, as another orgasm swept over her, and she lost herself in his sensual spell.

Thrusting harder and faster, he finally felt his balls drawing up and sending his seed down his staff, as he gave over to the mind-bending climax that claimed both of them. Her pussy pulsed all along his length, milking his cock for every last drop.

“This was a mistake,” she whispered, in a terrified voice.

“Nochère,it was not,” he said reassuringly as he rolled from her body, dragging her with him until she was cuddled close to his side.

“Look, Lambeau,” she started, pushing at him to create some space. “I’m a crime reporter and you’re, well, you. You’re a gangster.”

He chuckled, lacing the sound with a purr that only she could hear. “I am who I am, and you are my perfect and fated mate.”

“That’s bullshit. I mean the sex was great, but seriously this can’t happen again.”

Bodie rolled up onto his side to look at her. “It will happen again—two or three times a day minimum. There will even be days I keep you in our bed to enjoy you over and over again.”

“That’s not happening. I am not becoming some kind of sex toy for El Tigre.”

“Why ever not? I fully intend to be your sex toy as well. I mean for us to thoroughly enjoy each other. There will be very few times you initiate sex that I will turn you down.”

“What if I turnyoudown?”

“I will put you face down over my knee and turn your pretty ass the most lovely shade of red until you beg me to fuck you.”

The myriad of emotions that flashed across her face were intriguing. There was anger and residual passion, but also the hint of renewed arousal when he informed her he would spank her. He thought his mate would do well as a tigress and respond to his dominance and discipline.

“That’s not going to happen,” she protested with little conviction.

“It will, and I suspect more often than not as you settle into your role as first lady of the clan.”

“I’m not the first lady of anything. And why the hell would I be the first lady? It’s not like I’m going to be married to you… Shit! You aren’t so delusional as to think that what happened between us is anything more than sex, are you? Because I can tell you right now, that isn’t happening. No way; no how. We barely even know each other and I have a job—one which I’m proud of and I’m good at.”

“Then you may keep it and ply your trade as long as it pleases you, provided you stay safe. When it is warranted, you will have a bodyguard.”

“Hot news flash, it would be hard to do my job and be inconspicuous dragging around some meathead.”

“Nevertheless, I will ensure your safety.”

She sat up in bed, but Bodie ensured she couldn’t leave it by wrapping his arm around her legs and pinning her in place.

“You act like this meant something.” Now she was just being spiteful. “It didn’t. As I said, it was pretty spectacular. After all, you have a big dick and know how to use it, but I’m not some bimbo who gets laid and falls madly in love with a gangster.”

“Perhaps not at first, but I assure you, you are mine now and forever, just as I am yours.” He reached up and dragged her back down into their bed and beneath him. “Comechère, we will begin again.”

Before she could protest, he reached between them to ensure her readiness and then thrust up into her with no preliminaries, making her catch her breath as her body responded to his possession by orgasming. Yes, the key to his mate’s happiness was to keep her well-sated. He suspected her transition to tigress would be easy—she already had the disposition of one.

Bodie lost himself to the rhythm of fucking her, reveling in her pleasure as he found his own. Over and over again he made love to her throughout the night until finally just before dawn, she reached for him. Spent and sore as she had to be, she wanted the ecstasy she knew she would find in his arms. As he had promised, he did not turn her down, but he did make her beg. When he finally joined their bodies as one, she sank her teeth into his shoulder to keep from calling for him as she came.

He forced her to come twice more before he gave a last, ferocious thrust, burying himself deep and holding her close as he spilled his seed inside her.

“You’re a bastard, and I should hate you,” she whispered.

“But you don’t. We are, however, going to have to work on your pillow talk,chère. I will expect better from you,” he teased.

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