Lifting her hips, she
took an inch of me into her. I hissed. She gasped.
“Mine,” she repeated. “Can we both agree to never go near a bomb again so we can move on to the super-hot make-up sex?”
I groaned again, settling my forehead against hers. “Can we both agree to never go near any kind of danger ever again?”
While I was too close to see much more than a blur of her face, I couldn’t miss her smile.
“No danger. Ever. We shall stay here in bed forever.” Every word was a lie, and neither of us cared. Her inner walls clenched about my tip.
“Liar.”
“We shall stay in this bed forever.” She nibbled on my lip, her hands reaching down to smack me on the ass. Damn, the burn went straight to my balls and I moved deeper inside her. Another inch. “And fuck.”
I groaned, her sex talk making my mind go blank. My body took over, my hips thrusting into her of their own accord. I wanted more of her heat, more of that wet, snug fit. I was home with her. Inside her.
“Yes. Bed. Fuck. Forever.”
That was all I could say once her legs wrapped around my hips, her heels in my ass as she pulled me in deeper.
Our mouths met and we kissed and fucked, hot and heavy. This wasn’t going to be fast and furious like we had been when the Ardor and Awakening were upon us. This was going to be fast, and it was going to be furious, but it was proof that we were alive, that we were whole, that we were together. That we loved each other.
I couldn’t hold back. Could only fuck her harder, deeper, to match her begging, her cries of pleasure. She would come first. I could feel my orgasm tingle at the base of my spine, knew I was close when my balls grew tight, heavy with cum.
Reaching between us, I found her hard little clit and brushed my thumb over it. One, two gentle brushes and she clenched down, gushed all over my cock as she screamed my name.
Yes! This. Fuck, this was heaven. The feeling of my mate’s pussy as she took her pleasure. To know I was the one who had her heart as well as her body.
I didn’t hold back, just gave over to the pleasure I found in her in return. Shouted as I filled her with my seed, marked her and someday, from a moment just like this, would make our child.
When it was over, I started again, the ride far from over. But slowly this time. Hands clasped. Lips melded together as we moved. Climbing to the peak again.
I had no idea how long it took us to recover our breaths, for me to slide off her and tuck her into me, her head on my shoulder. I had no idea how the covers ended up over us. I was mindless, boneless, sated. Happy. And Destiny was asleep in my arms, where she belonged. Where she was safe.
I must have dozed as well, for a knock on the door startled me. My mate tensed in my hold. “Come back later!” she shouted, clearly annoyed, the demanding fighter back again.
I kissed the top of her head and she snuggled into me, throwing her thigh over mine. Claiming her territory. Which was just fine with me. Until she went stiff as a board…
“Destiny. Marie. Jones. Open this door right now. I assume, since you two have quieted down, that play time is over.”
Destiny bolted upright, tugging the sheet up to her chest. “Mom!”
I didn’t have time to process that one word before the door opened and Queen Celene walked in.
Holy shit.
The woman before me truly was the queen. I recognized her at once. I’d seen vids of her when she was younger, but her resemblance to Trinity was obvious in every line on her face. Her golden hair. Her eyes. Even the way she moved.
Goddess damn it. I was meeting the queen. My mate’s beloved mother. Naked.
The fucking queen.
And she was the queen who’d obviously heard me fucking her daughter.
“Mate, we need a new room,” I said to Destiny. “I’m sick and tired of people finding me naked in your bed.”
“At least you’re not handcuffed this time,” she muttered, a huge smile lighting up her face as she stumbled off the bed, dragging the sheet with her as she ran into her mother’s arms.