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He was close. So close. But he didn’t want to finish here.
With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he walked through the foyer and to the parlor, where he carried her to the divan.
“On your hands and knees, right here.” He set her down and she did as he demanded, while he took off his boots and breeches. With her ass facing out at the side of the divan, he took her hips and rammed back inside her. Fuck, she felt good. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her nape, his other hand flat on the small of her back as he fucked her hard.
Her moans deepened, lengthened, and it was his undoing. With a roar he came inside her, filling her with everything he had.
He stilled inside her, his knot expanding, ready to lock-in her tight heat. “Beautiful, dove. So sweet. Drive me mad. So fucking insane” He rubbed his palms up and down her soft, plump ass, her sides, releasing a purr so deep she shuddered. He reached around and rubbed that tight little pearl between her legs.
“Lucius… I’m… I’m…”
“Yes, baby. Come for me.” Gods, this woman. His woman. He still couldn’t believe only hours ago he’d made her his for the rest of their lives.
Her peak was long, and from the sound alone, intense. Once she was done, he carefully pulled her up against him, cradling her knees into her chest, one arm under her arms. With his cock tightly lodged inside her, he carefully sat down. Her hands went to his splayed thighs as she leaned slightly forward. The position made it so he could see where they were joined, and the sight had him rearing to go another round. But until his knot had settled, he’d just have to wait it out.
Instead, he swept the wayward strands of her hair aside from her sweaty neck and eyed the osnat there, the chain that marked her as his. He had no idea how evocative seeing an osnat could be, had never imagined ever giving a woman one. An Ongahri osnat was more than a token, it was a claim. A collar of ownership, and just knowing that his was on her made him want to go outside and howl, to pronounce to every fucking Ongahri male that she belonged only to him, no one else.
Now, he pulled her gently to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. She sighed in contentment.
“Why the tuberoses?” he whispered against the shell of her ear. The flower her scent reminded him of. The flower of his childhood. Sierra had no idea how much her gift meant to him.
Her scent changed just a bit. He could smell apprehension. Curious, he turned her face to his and looked at her. “What is it?”
“I—I went into the room next to the bedroom, the one you store your things in. I was trying to get decorating ideas. And I found a scrap of paper of the design. The whole room smelled like them, so I figured they meant something to you.”
He was thoughtful for a minute before answering. “They do. The village where I was born and raised grew tuberoses in abundance. My mother’s family sold them at fairs and festivals.”
It was what his mother, Maya, had been selling that day when Alpha King Gregoras came riding through with his parade of riders on his way to visit the Ongahri’s Consortium.
She leaned her head back against him. “I had a feeling they had something to do with your mother,” she said gently. “I couldn’t think of anything to get you, so I hope you’re not mad.”
“I’m not mad at all. It’s the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”
“So you are pleased?” she asked, her sweet voice full of relief..
More than pleased, Lucius thought. So much so, he was tempted to get on his knees and bare his whole soul to her. The feelings she brought out in him were mind-boggling; sometimes overwhelming, sometimes frightening, in that he was constantly on the edge of losing control.
“Very pleased,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. He had no experience with romance or intimacy, and he hoped that she would be okay with that. What he did have, however, was an insatiable ability to show her his feelings.
His knot had retreated, and Sierra adjusted her seat on him. He groaned. “So we have two options, wife. Either I take you again, here in this room with the paintings I know you love so much as witness,” he grinned even though she couldn’t see it, “or I take you upstairs to my bed. Which one do you prefer?”
“I prefer the kitchens. I’m starving.”
He laughed and kissed her head. “Well, I can’t deny my dove food. Let’s go, then.” He smacked her thigh and she giggled.
In the kitchen, both of them naked, they ate honey and bread standing up on either side of the wooden counter. A pitcher of cold milk sat between them next to two full glasses.
Lucius watched as Sierra’s eyes kept traveling to his neck, where the chain she’d given him sat warm against his throat. As he chewed, his lazy gaze swept over her. With her tousled hair and her hooded eyes, she looked like a seductress from some storybook.
“See something you like, wife?” he drawled.
Her lovely turquoise eyes lifted to his, and her cheeks reddened. “The, uh… necklace looks really good on you.” She licked her fingers of honey, and a tiny crumb from the biscuit clung to the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, yeah? How about you show me?”
Though the wooden counter was between them, it would be so easy for him to grab her, press her down onto her stomach and fuck her right here. But the look in her eyes arrested him; it was mischief looking back at him. And before he knew what she was about, she was running.
His breath caught. Cock hardened.
