My feet made steady movements, my shoulders held back, my body going into predator-to-prey mode. It was ingrained in me to hunt, find her, conquer her, and I wasn’t holding back.
She needed to know who I was and what I was meant to do to her. Love her, protect, guide her, and damn well fuck her into oblivion.
Christine didn’t notice my stares, her hand now darting to her phone. A pit of worry fell into my stomach. The look wasn’t happy; was she worried about the endless phone calls? Had I scared her too much? Instead of the thrill of me coming to find her, did she find it repulsive?
My thoughts were shot away as the demon roared to life in my body. My arm gripped her biceps, pulling her through the crowd, my hand covering her mouth. Suron nodded in understanding as I saw him from afar.
He was speaking with Pamela, the coffee shop owner, and she laughed as she pointed at us. They obviously weren’t mates, his desire to take and touch her was not there. I grinned maliciously as Christine no longer struggled, falling limp as I found a closet behind the stage.
The door handle rattled, and it became free with a gentle push. Keeping Christine’s front to my back, she had yet to see my face. Her heart had evened, and her body relaxed further until I pushed her to the wall with her back.
My hands trailed her body, repeating, “How could she leave me, run away?” She was mine, I was hers, and nothing else mattered. The small nick I left in her neck had me harden, feeling the fast flow of blood pooling into her collarbone. Licking her wound, I lapped at the blood that beckoned me. So close for my hangs to embed into the artery that would quickly fill my mouth with unquenchable desire.
Forcing her hands over her head, she submitted to me quickly. “I told you, Bella, you are mine.” Her breath stopped, my eyes meeting her bright sky blues. Licking her lips, my mouth descended, capturing those pretty bee-stung lips.
She moaned into my mouth. My knee that had been placed between her legs now held her hot pussy. My beloved couldn’t stand, and it boosted my confidence.
“I can’t,” she mumbled into my mouth, trying to push me away. My free hand trailed up her leg, pulling the tight leather skirt above her thigh. Christine’s words continued to tell me to stop, but her body surrounded me with arousal. Christine’s leg pulled me closer, my hand now cupping her ass. She held nothing in the back. My smile widened, feeling her walls of fear fall apart around me.
“You… you aren’t my….” I silenced her again with a kiss, letting her arms go so she could hold me around her neck. My free hand went to her inner thigh, gently running my claws up and down. She shivered, the bumps of her cool skin having my cock twitch.
I want to cum all over her body.
My claws retracted, leaving my hand closer to her pussy, the utterly thin material wet with her need. My fingers shook, excited to feel my mate’s most intimate parts. Christine’s fingers dug into my neck. I hummed, moving the fabric of her panties away. My slender digit parted her folds, rubbing her slick up and down in a come hither motion. When it hit her clit, she squeezed my shoulders, her words escaping her from what she really wanted to tell me.
I knew what she wanted to say, that we weren’t mates, that I hadn’t claimed her as my beloved and that I must not be hers because I once had another. Not many understood what a second chance was, hell, I didn’t either, but here she was, my second chance, and I wasn’t letting her go.
“Sebastian,” she muttered. My lips released hers as I kissed her neck. “Oh god, Sebastian, I need—”
“You need what?” I whispered huskily in her ear, nipping. “You need to cum?” She grunted in frustration as my finger thrummed her clit. Moving it up and down, side to side, rhythmically as her slick coated my fingers. “You’re so wet for me.” I hummed, her body relaxing even further.
“That’s it, calm down.” My fangs filled with venom, descending closer and closer to her neck. To taste her directly from the artery had me grow hard. I pushed my cock into her thigh to feel the hot friction of her leg. As she neared her orgasm, she bucked until I thrust one finger inside her.
She was impossibly tight. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the wet walls around my finger flutter. Her moans drowned out by the bass of the music on the other side of the wall only had me push further. I wanted her to be loud, feel her voice capture my name, and spill it upon me.
Inserting another finger, she threw her head back. “Sebastian!” Her hands went to my hair, pulling me to her neck. “I want you to bite me,” she managed to get out. I panted, being so close to her neck was becoming unbearable. Just one bite to sate the need, and I could pull away.
Would I be able to stop, or would I bite so hard and claim her because of my own selfish desires? I couldn’t not yet, not without her consent, and not in the heat of the moment.
“Soon, I will have you.” I pulled away, looking into her dazed eyes. “I’ll bite you, fuck you, and officially claim you.” My words had her moaning again, thrusting two digits into her core. “That’s it, ride my fingers.” Her hips gyrated as I dug deeper. Her extra low top had her breasts almost spilling free. My hand ripped away the fabric, finally seeing those pink, pert nipples.
Sweat fell upon my brow once she shattered. Her pussy grasped my fingers, pulling them into a vice, sucking them in. How amazing would it feel to have my cock inside her, pulling me closer to her womb as I laid my claim? “That’s it, take me, take all of my fingers.”
Taking my fingers from her pussy, she watched as I inserted them into my mouth. “You taste divine, Bella.”
“Seb—” I pulled her away from the wall. Her body was completely spent. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her beautiful breasts spilled from her top. I gripped her tightly, holding her up as I sat on the old sofa in the corner of the storage closet.
Pulling her into my lap, my fingers grazed her cheeks, my eyes trailing down her body until they reached her breasts. My claws elongated, tickling her chest until I followed each nipple. They tightened in response as Christine fell out from her haze. “You are so responsive to my touch,” I hissed.
“Sebastian.” Her head came forward, tucking it under my neck. “I-I.” I put my once covered in cum fingers to her lips. My cock twitched, feeling the breath trailing down my arm.
“I should have told you sooner. I know what you are thinking.” Her lashes fluttered, trying to reach my gaze. My lips touched hers, gently licking the softness of her lips. “I am your mate, Christine. You are my beloved.”
Chapter 23
Christine
Thepost-orgasmphasemusthave had my ears muffled because I swore I was hearing things. The throbbing in my pussy from the proceeding mini pleasure-gasms continued to have me melt into Sebastian’s arms.