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Amari

I turn off my iMac, chuckling to myself as I watch Alexis’s stunned face disappear from the screen.

Carla broke into my computer—not that I’m surprised.

With such an obvious password, it was only a matter of time.

My obsession with her is painfully transparent, but I don’t care.

I have nothing to hide from her. Not anymore.

The look on Alexis’s face when Carla claimed her titles—Queen of Limbo, Guardian of Realms, Mother of Spiders—was worth every second.

The fear in her eyes, however briefly it flashed before she masked it, told me everything.

Alexis now understands what she’s up against, and it’s not the frightened woman she thought she knew.

I make my way up the stairs, each step unhurried. I know exactly what awaits me, and I want to savor this moment, commit every detail to memory. My dick is already hard just thinking about her.

When I reach the bedroom doorway, I pause, just watching. Carla is positioned exactly as I commanded—on her knees, ass in the air, face pressed against the sheets. She’s already removed her panties, leaving herself exposed and vulnerable for me. The sight steals my breath.

Her ass is perfect—round and firm, the soft brown skin glowing. The arch of her back, the way her hair spills across the sheets, the slight tremble in her thighs as she waits for me—it’s all too beautiful for words.

“Look at you,” I say, my voice low and rough. “So perfect. So ready for me.”

She shifts slightly, glancing back at me with those green eyes that have haunted me since the moment I first saw her. The way she played with Alexis, showing that darker side of herself—it awakened something primal in me. Something I’ve kept carefully controlled until now.

“We’re going to have so much fun as a mated couple,” I tell her, finally entering the room. I strip off my tank top and sweatpants, watching her eyes widen as I reveal myself, completely naked and ready for her.

I walk over to the bed, letting my hands smooth over her perfect ass. She shivers at my touch, goosebumps rising on her skin. I spread her ass cheeks wide, admiring the sight of her most intimate places, before leaning down and breathing in her scent. She’s already wet for me.

Without warning, I push my face against her, my tongue tracing from her clit to her ass in one long, slow lick. She gasps, her legs going wobbly beneath her, but I grip her hips firmly, urging her to back her ass into my face.

“Oh god, Amari,” she moans, her voice muffled by the sheets.

I continue my assault, licking and sucking at her pussy, occasionally moving up to tease her ass with my tongue. Her taste is intoxicating—sweet and peachy. I could feast on her for hours, but the need to be inside her is becoming unbearable..

Her first orgasm hits suddenly, her thighs trembling against my face as I suck her clit between my lips. I hold her steady as she rides the wave, my tongue relentless against her sensitive flesh, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.

“Amari, please,” she begs, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”

I rise to my knees behind her, positioning my dick at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, both of us groaning at the sensation. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect around me that I have to pause for a moment to regain control.

Then I start to move, and all semblance of gentleness vanishes. This isn’t making love—this is fucking, raw and primal. I pound into her with everything I have, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust.

Carla screams into the pillow, her body jerking with the force of my movements. She throws a hand back, seeking mercy, but I’m too far gone. I slap it away, gripping her hips tighter, fucking her harder.

“Take it,” I growl. “Take all of me.”

Her second orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her inner walls clenching around me so tightly it nearly triggers my own release. But I’m not ready, not yet. I continue pounding into her, fucking her right through the orgasm, extending it until she’s sobbing with pleasure.

Tears stream down her face, drool pooling on the pillow beneath her. She’s incoherent now, making sounds I’ve never heard from her before—guttural, animal sounds that drive me to an even more frenzied pace.

Just as she’s building toward another climax, I pull out abruptly. She whimpers at the loss, turning to glare at me with tear-stained cheeks, but I just grin wickedly at her. My face is covered in her come, and I can see her arousal spike again at the sight.

“Roll over,” I command, already moving to help her.

I flip her onto her back, pushing her legs up and back, exposing her pussy to me once more. It’s glistening with her arousal, pink and swollen from my earlier attentions. I dive back in, my tongue circling her clit before plunging inside her.

Carla runs her hands over her face, thrashing her head from side to side. She’s moaning, letting out gurgled cries, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her body. I feel her getting close again, her thighs tensing around my head, and I deliberately pull my tongue away.

“No!” she cries out, anger flashing in her eyes.

I just grin at her, my mouth still covered in her come. In one swift motion, I tear the nightgown from her body, leaving her completely naked beneath me. Her breasts are perfect—full and round, nipples hard and begging for attention.

I take one breast in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers while I lower my mouth to the other, sucking hard. Carla arches into me, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me close.

When I’ve given both breasts equal attention, I move up to kiss her passionately. She moans into my mouth, tasting herself on my lips. The knowledge that she’s experiencing her own flavor on my tongue makes my dick throb painfully.

I pull back from the kiss and shift our positions, sitting up against the headboard. “Come here,” I say, patting my thighs. “I want you on top.”

Carla straddles me eagerly, her body trembling with need. I grip her hips, guiding her down onto my dick, both of us groaning as she takes me to the base. She feels even deeper in this position, and I can see every expression on her face as she adjusts to the fullness.

“That’s it,” I encourage, helping her establish a rhythm. “Ride me, baby.”

She begins to move, rising and falling on my dick, her hands braced on my shoulders for support. I guide her, slamming her down harder and faster as we both chase our release.

“You’re doing so well,” I tell her, my voice strained with pleasure. “Taking me so well.”

I slam her down harder, faster, watching her eyes glaze over with ecstasy. “You’re everything to me,” I confess, the words tearing from my throat. “My world. My queen.”

Her movements become more frantic, less coordinated as she approaches her climax. I grip her hips tighter, taking control, lifting and slamming her down on my dick with increasing force.

“You own me,” I tell her, my voice raw with emotion. “But now you need to claim me fully. Let the world know who I belong to.”

Carla throws her head back, her orgasm building. I can see it in the flush rising to her skin, the tension in her muscles, the way her breath comes in short, sharp gasps. I slam her down harder, faster, chasing our mutual release.

“I’m getting close,” I warn her, feeling the pressure building deep inside me.

That’s when it happens. Carla’s eyes snap to mine, suddenly sharp and focused. Her gaze drops to my neck, and I see saliva pooling in her mouth. The mate bond is calling to her—the urge to claim me as I’ve claimed her.

“You’re MINE!” she screams, and then she’s lunging forward, her teeth breaking the skin of my neck.

The pain is exquisite—sharp and hot, immediately followed by waves of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel her drinking from me, taking my essence into herself, and it triggers my orgasm. I explode inside her, pulsing and throbbing as I empty myself completely.

Carla’s body convulses around me, her own orgasm intensified by the blood bond. I push her down harder, deeper, making sure she takes every drop of my release as she continues to feed from my neck.

After what feels like an eternity suspended in pure bliss, she finally pulls back, her tongue darting out to lick the wound, sealing our bond for all eternity. She looks at me with dazed eyes, her lips stained red with my blood.

I’m in a state of bliss I’ve never known before. My mate has claimed me—marked me as hers for all to see. The emotions are too much, overwhelming me with their intensity.

I’ve witnessed so much in my long life. I watched my civilization burn to nothing, endured the horrors of chattel slavery, fucked countless women just to feel something, anything. I’ve done some of the most evil things imaginable, trying to settle the score of white supremacy.

And then I met Carla—this magnificent, brave, beautiful woman who was meant for me all along. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve any of this happiness after the life I’ve lived. And yet, she gave me the world, loved me unconditionally.

Something breaks inside me, and I begin to sob against her. She pulls back, concern written across her features.

“Oh, Amari,” she whispers, wiping blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.

I hold her tightly, lifting myself out of her and flipping her onto her back. I rest my head against her, listening to the steady rhythm of her heart—the heart that now beats in time with mine.

Carla remains quiet, holding me, caressing me, running her fingers through my curls. “I love you,” she whispers. “We are one now. It’s okay, baby. We have forever now.”

I let the emotions wash over me, cleansing me of centuries of pain and loneliness. When I finally calm down, I look up at her, my eyes puffy from tears.

“Thank you,” I say simply.

Carla giggles. “For what, silly?”

I rise up and kiss her, tasting my blood on her lips. I fucking love it—the knowledge that a part of me is now inside her, just as she is a part of me.

I grab her wrist and pull it to my lips, watching her, waiting for approval to feed on her. She nods, and I bite down, drinking her essence for a few seconds. She’s so fucking delicious—sweet and rich and powerful. Carla caresses my face as I drink, her touch gentle and loving.

I pull back quickly, licking the wound closed. “You have no idea what this moment means to me,” I tell her, rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me.

She stares into my eyes as I gaze up at the ceiling, momentarily lost in thought.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I’m thanking Fate,” I admit. “You don’t know this, but our first night together, I prayed to Fate in bed, begging her to make you my fated mate. I wanted it more than anything, and I didn’t know I was already connected to you.”

I stroke her hair, remembering that night. “I woke hours later, and my heart started beating. I had taken too much blood from you, and you were in a deep sleep. But I just watched you, unable to believe that this magnificent woman was for me.”

I shake my head, still amazed by how far we’ve come. “But then came all the challenges—the veil, learning more about yourself, learning more about myself. This beautiful journey we’ve been on, learning each other, growing with each other... it’s been so beautiful that I finally broke.”

Carla presses her lips against right over my heart. The gesture is so tender it nearly brings fresh tears to my eyes.

“I thought Wintermoon was a cage, a zoo,” I confess. “I had no idea that a real home was waiting for me—a family. I’m going to thank Fate every night for this.”

“We’ve been fighting to get here,” Carla says, “and now we’re here. I wonder what’s next for us.”

“More adventures,” I tell her, running my hand down her back. “New ones.”

“Tabatha told me I would make many sacrifices,” she says hesitantly. “Some of them would be painful. I wonder how that’s going to affect you.”

“It won’t,” I say quickly, lifting her chin so I can look into her eyes. “Do you know why? Because I’m here with you until the end. And you need to know that. You have a family now—a man and children. Not conventional, of course?—”

Carla laughs at that, the sound warming me from within.

“But I meant it, Carla. I will die for my woman and children.”

“I love you,” she says simply.

“I love you more than you’ll understand,” I reply, the words inadequate for the depth of feeling behind them.

“You keep saying that.”

“Because I mean it, Carla.” I stroke her cheek. “Now rest. I’m excited for tomorrow.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” she asks, stifling a yawn.

“We start shopping for furniture for our new home.”

Carla rolls off me, but I keep her close, unable to bear even an inch of separation.

“I’m really happy,” she mumbles, already drifting toward sleep.

“Good. You won’t go a day without knowing how much I love you.”

She rests beside me, and soon her breathing deepens as sleep claims her. I remain awake, my mind racing with plans for our future—Wintermoon, our spider children, Medina Shadow, our life together.

For the first time in my long existence, I’m looking forward to tomorrow. And the day after that. And all the days that follow, stretching into eternity.

Because now I have Carla. My mate. My queen. My everything.