His entire body shook as he fought for control.
I soothed him with my hands in his hair, stroked his neck and shoulders softly. Gently. “Can you feel me? How much I need you inside me?” My pussy hurt, the outer lips swollen and heavy, my entire body touch starved and hungry for him. The pain in my limbs pushed me to a place I didn’t recognize, my entire body on the razor’s edge, every nerve awake and screaming in bliss, in pain, with the need for release from both.
Without speaking a word he pressed my back to the wall, moved me exactly where he wanted me, and thrust deep. Hard.
I cried out at the invasion as he stretched me wide, filled me up. It had been so long. So very long and I’d not been with many men before—
No. I was not going to think about that. Not now.
The pain merged into something heated until there was nothing but pleasure. Passion. The scent of us together. The sound of his ragged breathing as he pumped into me in a relentless rhythm that had me gasping for air. Fighting to breathe. To hold on to him.
The orgasm hit me without warning, and Varin fucked me through it, drawing out my pleasure as I moaned and clawed at his shoulders.
* * *
Varin
This was wrong. And I could not stop.
Danika’s hot, wet pussy clamped down on my cock and pulsed with her orgasm, her small hands pulling and scratching me with her need, her demand for more.
I lifted her a bit, adjusted her so I could move deeper inside her. My body took over, rutting into her like an animal I had no hope of controlling.
“Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.” Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. Didn’t care. I’d told her I would never give her up. I meant it. No matter what happened with Thomar, she was mine. My mate. I didn’t give a fuck who I had to kill or what laws I had to break to keep her. Her scent was in my mind, the softness of her skin branded into my memory, the heat of her pussy, her cries of pleasure things I would never be able to give up or forget.
“Varin?” Thomar’s voice called to me from a distance. I ignored him, too lost in the pleasure of Danika’s submissive body to respond. I could only feel. Need. Rut.
Danika came again, her soft cries turning into a quiet, keening sound that made my balls draw up tight. They ached and I knew I was about to fill Danika with my seed.
Which was Thomar’s right.
No. We had agreed. No children. There was no breeding agreement. Nothing to stop me from—
“Varin?”
White-hot needles, thousands of them, pierced my flesh. A vise squeezed my mind, the agony Thomar carried with him driving into me as he woke from the sedative the doctor had given him.
“Ahhh!” Danika cried out with the pain, and I pressed deep, held her in place, and lifted one hand to cup her cheek. I stroked the soft flesh with my thumb until she opened her beautiful brown eyes and met my gaze.
“Stay with me. Here.” I tilted my hips just right and she groaned. “Right here.”
“Varin.”
The pain faded to a dull roar, a background noise I could ignore, and I lowered my head, bent to kiss my mate with my cock still buried deeply inside her. “You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“Varin!” Thomar was fully awake now. I could feel the bed beneath him, knew he struggled to make sense of the scene before him. From his angle it must look like I was fucking the wall. I felt a bit of laughter bubble through my chest.
Shocked at the sensation, I kissed Danika harder. Deeper. Tasted her mouth, explored her, claimed her, made fucking sure she would never get the taste of me off her lips.
She was a miracle. A fucking miracle. And she was mine.
I allowed the possessive thought to fill me up until it was the only thing I had in my mind as I pumped into her body, fucked her hard and fast and deep. I knew Thomar watched now, knew he hungered for her, craved to feel our mate on his cock, feel her soft skin beneath his fingertips.
His desire must have hit Danika as well, for she gasped and pulled her lips from mine, her neck arching as she tilted her head back and wailed as a hard orgasm rocked through her.
She took me with her, my cock pumping in and out of her as my seed filled her pussy. I’d marked her with my cum. The most primitive part of me wanted to rub her down with my scent, make sure no other male would ever touch her.
“Mine.”
Danika looked up at me, her gaze serious. Solemn. Sated. “You’re mine now.”
I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers, my chest burning with something I’d never felt before. I didn’t argue. I was hers. I would do whatever I had to do to protect her, from myself, from the outside world, and from Thomar, whose angry voice filled the small room.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”