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He pulled a small piece free with his fingers, heavy on the frosting and placed the offering right in front of my mouth. “Chocolate for my lady.” His eyes were dark, intense. “Suck.”

Wanting to give as good as I was getting, I lifted my head and sucked the delicious morsel into my mouth, finger and all. The chocolate was rich, dark, and the sweetly salted caramel was an explosion of decadence on my tongue. And beneath it all was him. Rezzer. My beast. And me. My wet heat. The erotic scent of my need for him.

It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, sucking his finger until he groaned, until the huge cock filling me up twitched and seemed to grow even larger inside me.

“You are impossible to resist, mate.”

He pulled back and thrust forward, the motion sending my breasts swaying and freeing his finger from my mouth. But I wasn’t done with him yet. “I want the cherry cheesecake now.”

Rezzer stepped closer, pulled my feet off the table and lifted my ankles to his shoulders. When he leaned forward to dip his finger into the cheesecake, he pressed my legs up and back, slamming deeper as he held the offering to my lips.

I devoured him, the sugary cherry syrup, the creamy, smooth taste of the cheesecake. And my mate. Mine.

Nothing had ever been this sexy. I’d never even heard of anything like this from the trash-talking girlfriends back home. This wasn’t just sex. This was…a reckoning. A claiming. Something so unique and intimate, I knew I’d never be able to sit at this table—or eat cake again—without remembering this moment. Ever.

This was Rezzer ruining me for any other, and I knew I’d never be the same again.

When I opened my lips and he pulled his finger free, he stayed low but pressed my thighs wide. I wrapped them around his waist and looked up into his eyes. “My turn,” he said. “Feed me.”

He reached over my head, releasing just one wrist so that I could do what he’d asked. I took a bit of chocolate cake in my fingers and raised it to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his cock buried deep, not moving. It was sensual. Strange. Exciting.

Using my inner muscles, I clamped down on his cock, a feeling of heady feminine power flooding me when he moaned. I was so wet, knowing it wasn’t just my need that eased his way, but his cum from earlier.

“The cherry.”

Twisting this time, I reached for the cheesecake and fed him again and clamped down on his cock. I teased him like he’d teased me as his tongue licked and sucked the sweets from my fingertips.

With a growl, he pulled my hand from his mouth and placed it above my head once more, locking me down. Leaning over me, he rested on his elbows, our noses nearly touching. “Who do you belong to, Caroline Jane of Earth?”

I wanted to be sassy, to deny him this, to save some part of myself for later, but it would have been a lie. The bath, his gentle feeding, his concern and control. He was perfect for me. I’d never felt this cared for, protected—loved—I’d never felt this loved in my life. Not from my parents, my siblings, ex-boyfriends. No one had ever made me feel like this. “You, Rezzer. You’re mine. I’m claiming you, and I’m not giving you up.”

He kissed me then, urgent and hungry, as if he were starving for my taste. His hips though, moved slow. Calm. Steady. Not enough. I needed more.

He bottomed out inside me and lowered his head to my nipples, sucking one strongly, then the other. He used his hand to hold the offering to his mouth, as if he wanted to swallow me down.

“Rezzer.”

“Yes, mate?”

“Go faster.”

He chuckled, and bit my nipple gently. “No.”

I wiggled my hips. “No?”

“No. You are mine. I wish to take my fill of you. Enjoy your body.”

“But—no. Please. I need more.” I wasn’t beyond begging now.

He abandoned one nipple, moved to the other, smeared chocolate frosting over the hard tip and suckled until it was gone. Cherry on the opposite breast. Driving me to madness. His thrusts not changing pace. “I know what you need, mate.”

I tried to use my legs since he’d lowered them, the leverage I had with my ankles wrapped around his hips, but one shift, one huge hand on my abdomen, and I was well and truly glued to the table. “You’re supposed to be a beast. Have some kind of mating fever. A beast, Rezzer. You’re supposed to go crazy, lose control. Please—lose control.” I was truly begging now. Sad, but true. If he didn’t fuck my brains out soon, I was going to have a stroke.

He shook his head and kissed me on the lips, a soft, lingering kiss. A merging of souls. “On the contrary, Caroline, a beast has ultimate control. I will never lose it, not with you. If I lost control, even for a moment, I would hurt you. Hurt others. While I was wild for you earlier, the beast had just been revived, not dangerous. We never truly let go unless it’s too late for us, unless our fever strikes and our mate never appears.”

“But I thought—“ I didn’t finish the sentence for he pulled out fast and fucked me harder. Deep. I shuddered, my hands clenched into fists above my head, my legs trembling so badly I had to lower them to the table because I could no longer hold them up.

“You are everything, mate. Your trust is everything. I will take care of you. Nothing is more important to me than you, not even my own life. I will never lose control.” He moved faster, his body pressing mine down into the table until I could barely breathe. “But you will.”


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