He stood stock still, just staring. She could see his throat working hard, and he kept swallowing.
Remembering Matthieu’s advice, she came up on her elbows. “Gage, it is my right and duty to provide for you; I offer all of myself to you.”
She heard his quick inhale as his eyes seemed to bleed crimson in seconds. “You don’t know what you’re offering.”
She smiled seductively. “I am offering you my everything, meaning the blood in my veins and the warmth of my body.” She reached down and let her fingers trail between her breasts. “I have this funny ache down here, Gage. Do you think you can help me with it?” she said, twirling her fingers over her mound.
He moved quicker than she could track. One moment he was standing several feet from the bed, then she heard cloth tearing, and the next thing she knew, his naked body was looming over her.
He leaned down and licked up the column of her neck. When he captured her lips, she sighed, and he rocked his hips against her. He pulled back, breathing hard. “I am going to feast on you, my mate. I will plunge my fangs deep into your neck. Then I will extract every ounce of honey your cunt will give. Are you ready for that?”
“If that means I’ll also be able to experience what it feels like to have that hard, hot length deep inside me, I’d say we’d both be getting what we wanted.”
His smile turned wicked as his knuckles grazed her peaked nipple. When she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation, he struck without warning. With his hands, he pulled her legs apart and around his waist. He leaned down and buried his fangs in the side of her neck.
At first, there was a blinding, burning pain, but then there was nothing but bliss. Each pull from his lips sent an electrical current to her clit, causing it to throb out of control. She bucked against him, needing more friction.
Cradling his head against her, she lifted her hips against him. He pulled back, his fangs peeking out over his lip. “Which would you like first, my love? Do you want my cock driving into you, or would you prefer my tongue to scrape each sensitive spot inside your channel until you’re begging to be filled?”
She reached between them and grasped his hard flesh. “Claim me, my mate. Let tonight be the first night of my free life. Let this be the first and best decision I make for myself.”
She felt his fingers brush hers as he grabbed his length to guide it between her slick folds. “I swear to love you forever. You will want for nothing, and I will always put you first,” he whispered before he drove deep.
Like with his bite, there was a sharp pain, but it didn’t last long. Feeding him had aroused her more than she knew it would. She was more than ready for him.
She felt her magic swirl, and she looked up at Gage, scared. He only winked and licked her breast. When he blew air across it, it felt cold. Slowly her errant magic calmed. “Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes to enjoy the pounding sensation his body was giving her.
When she felt close, her hand snaked down to her clit. He saw her movements and his thrusts increased in number and intensity. Her fingers had barely grazed her swollen flesh when she screamed.
Next to them, the glow-crystal exploded, and Gage roared his release. She felt a coolness swirl in her chest. It spun as it encountered the warmth of her own until a small cyclone whirled between them. When Gage shuddered and went to withdraw, the cyclone collapsed, sending two blended essences flying into their chests. He was with her now. Now and forever.
He collapsed to one side and immediately pulled her close. “Gods, I love you.”
“I love you too, my mate.”
She’d be walking funny tomorrow, but it’d be worth it.
After a few minutes, she pushed at him.
“What? Did I hurt you?” He propped himself up on his elbow to inspect her.
“Yes, but in a good way. That’s not why I want to get up. I’m all sticky, and I hate it.”
He laid back down, chuckling. “I must not have done a good enough job if such a thing worries you.”
“It’s sticky, Gage. It will always worry me.”
He leaned over and kissed her. “I’ll get a cloth. You stay in bed.”
“The sheets will be a mess.”
He stood, and she once again got to admire the view. Just enough muscle, so she wanted to trace the sleek lines with her tongue. He winked at her. “Whatever you’re thinking, I agree, and no, the sheets are fine. They’re self-cleaning like the robes. It’s the same fabric, after all.”
She checked around with her hand. “How remarkable.”
He gently cleaned her, taking his time to kiss along her inner thigh. When he was done, he simply sent the washcloth sailing across the room. She heard it hit a wall and slide to the floor. “Oh, Gage.”
He yawned. “I’ll take care of it in the morning. Sleep, my mate.”