The houses, the lavish properties hadn’t meant a thing to me until she arrived. And now, they were still just things. Tiffani was everything.
I heard a trickle of water, a light splash. “I can practically feel you prowling around out there. Why don’t you join me? I know you want to. Are you scared?”
While I could tell from her voice she was taunting me, I took it seriously. Was I scared? Yes. No. Fuck.
My mate was calling, inviting me to claim her, to bury my hard cock in her soft body, to lick the water from her skin.
The door was not locked and I swung it open slowly so I would not startle her. My mate had wet her hair, the gorgeous mass now nearly black and slicked back to reveal the gorgeous roundness of her face. Her lips looked fuller, her eyes larger as they watched me enter the small room. Where I was wary, she was completely at ease.
White marble surrounded her, the floor and tub a creamy white filled with swirls of gray and silver. The marble had come from the finest mines on Atlan. The bathing pool was large enough to fit both of us easily, and she swam to the back edge, farthest from me and placed her arms out to her sides, floating at the top of the water. Her cuffs winked at me, wet from the bath, and I could not stop the surge of satisfaction brought about by seeing my mark of ownership on her body. Her plump breasts floated in enchanting invitation, her pink nipples a darker red due to the heat of the water.
I pulled off the armored clothing Dax had given me at the prison, eager to wash the stench of the containment cell from my body. I’d endured until now because I also smelled like her.
My mate.
Her eyes tracked my every movement as I dropped my pants and stepped out of my boots. Completely naked now, I stood before her wearing nothing but the mating cuffs, nothing but the symbol of her claim over me, and allowed her to look her fill. My cock was erect, curving up toward my belly and her gaze finally focused there.
She was silent so long, I wasn’t sure of my welcome, until she drew a shuddering breath. “God, you’re hot.”
“I am not hot, mate. The temperature in this room is adequate for our needs.”
She chuckled. “Hot, as in sexy as hell. It’s Earth slang for extremely fuckable.”
So, my mate found me desirable. “You are the fuckable one, mate. My cock is hard as a rock every time I look at you.” I took it in hand then, squeezed the base to stave off the need to lift her out of the water and take her right there, on the marble floor.
“All talk and no action.” She rolled her eyes and beckoned me forward with one twitch of her finger. “If you want to fuck me, then get in here and do something about it.”
My beast growled. Perhaps we weren’t quite so different in our thinking as I’d believed.
“You liked it when I spanked you, didn’t you?”
I thought of before, when my beast had taken over our mating and she’d been spanked for her bold actions, for taking such risks to save me. Perhaps I should have kissed her instead of spanking her, but I’d become instantly possessive and very protective of her. The beast also had wanted to be in control and it was not. It hadn’t been since the first bout of fever came upon me. Because of this, it hadn’t been gentle. He’d been demanding and expected submission. Now, with a clear head and a calm beast, I had to ensure I hadn’t scared her, that she liked our encounter, that she wanted me just as rough and wild as my beast.
Her pupils dilated and she licked her lips. “Yes,” she whispered.
“And when I restrained you?” I stepped down into the warm water. “Did your pussy get wet when I took control?”
A shudder racked her body. “Yes.”
“I already knew the truth, but I needed to hear you say it aloud. We may be strangers, but we are matched mates. Eventually, we will know everything about each other. You will know what I like and I will know what you need.” Tipping her chin up so her eyes met mine, I saw longing in her gaze, acceptance. Surrender.
“You want to be fucked, mate?”
“Yes,” she said again, as if it were the only word she knew.
That one word broke my control and I sank into the water, pressed my hard cock to her stomach and claimed her mouth. Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted one arm behind her back to protect her from the sharp edge of the bathing pool and lowered my other to her wet pussy.
Two fingers. Deep. Hard. Fast.
She moaned into my mouth, the sound making my cock hurt. She was wet, so fucking wet I knew I had to taste her.
Lifting her in my arms, I turned and placed her so she sat on the edge of the pool, her back resting against the wall just a few inches behind her. Staring into her eyes, I slowly lifted one of her feet, placing it on the side of the tub, then the other until her pink pussy was on display, her glistening arousal a feast for my eyes.
The swirling bathwater had washed away my scent, my seed, and my beast rose up with a snarl, eager to mark her again. It did not like that we’d been washed away, that our scent did not cover her and could not protect her from amorous warriors who would take one look at her large, round breasts, her soft body, her lush thighs—and want to fuck her, take her, claim her. Again. And again.
“Why are you looking at me like that? You don’t like—” Tiffani’s voice was shaky and she lifted her legs, attempted to close them, to hide. “I’m sorry. I thought—I can’t—never mind.”
“No!” I snarled the word as I moved quickly to grab her knees with both hands and force her legs open wider. “No. Do not hide from me.”