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He wasted no further time as he kissed her again, while at the same time lifting himself above her just enough to rock his hips and line himself up with the center of her heat.

The head of his cock notched itself against her opening and thrust forward without pretense, sliding himself all the way home in the flood of slickness that welcomed his arrival.

He wasted no time getting down to giving her exactly what she wanted as he very thoroughly played her body like it was his own, stroking forcefully, angling himself deep inside her just so, and hitting every inch of need she’d been ignoring for months and months on end.

Her body responded to his every touch, pulling at his, demanding he give her everything he had, everything he’d never given to anybody else.

Some time later, after they’d worked themselves into a state of raw instinctive bliss, he shifted his body just enough to be able to caress one side of her face. “Look at me, cher.”

Hellen opened her eyes and stared directly into Lucien’s eye. His soul waited there for her to see.

“Never apart. Never a question. Always us,” he panted as he continued his rhythm, his cock stroking into her body.

Hellen nodded, she herself panting from her ongoing efforts to meet his every stroke. “Always.”

“It’s going to be fast this time. I’m not up to full stamina. I’ll make it up to you, cher.”

Her brows bunched up as she seemed suddenly worried. “You’ll kill me when you are, then.”

Lucien laughed, and for the first time Hellen allowed the seductive magic that accompanied that laugh to seep into her body and her soul, and couple with all the things he was already doing to her body. She moaned softly, her back arching as the first orgasm fluttered through her.

“That’s it, my cher, that’s it,” he murmured as he watched her body tremble and felt her channel gripping at him as he never once broke his stroking rhythm.

He continued until she regained herself and looked up at him, her eyelids droopy, her gaze lazy as she rode out the last of the tremors he’d given her. “Now together,” he said.

“Yes.”

He doubled down, picking up speed and forcing himself into her even more deeply than before, and his body began to tremble as he struggled to continue to hold himself above her.

Though she whimpered at his increased efforts and the effects they had on her body, she refused to miss a stroke, lifting her hips to accept his cock plunging into her depths with each down-stroke.

Finally, a deep hiss poured from him as he slammed his hips against hers, impaling her one last time while he turned his head just enough to nip at the soft skin where her neck met her trapezoid muscle.

Hellen sucked in a breath as what she anticipated to be a nip turned into quite a bit more, as his jaw enlarged slightly to accommodate more of his Gator’s teeth, leaving their imprint, their claiming mark in an arc from just above her collar bone to the edge of her throat.

The sting of his mark let her know two things, firstly, he only barely broke the skin, being careful not to damage her in any way. Second, she was well and truly mated.

A snarl left him as he reached the pinnacle, marking his mate both inside and out as he filled her.

Hellen didn’t need to turn her head, his throat was just above her due to his position to mark her the way it felt best for him.

She didn’t hesitate to open her mouth, allow her Wolf’s incisors to drop and leave her own mark on the side of his throat.

As she clenched his flesh between her teeth, she slipped over the edge into another orgasm, bringing them both to a level of pleasure they’d never experienced.

Minutes later when they finally released one another, he fell to the side, pulling her with him so that they lay on their sides facing one another. He gently stroked the hair from her face and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Rest. I know you're not fully healed yet.”

“Won’t be long, though.”

She turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand where it rested against her cheek. “You know I’m gonna be difficult again tomorrow, right?”

He laughed again, making her insides do all kinds of flip flops again.

“Lord, that laugh,” she murmured.

“I love you, Hell.”

“Right back at you.”

He opened his eye and looked at her with a scowl. “Would it kill you to say you love me?” he demanded.

“It might. Probably would.”

He sighed as he closed his eye and allowed his body to relax.

“I do, you know?” she said.

“What?” he asked without looking at her.

“Love you,” she just barely breathed out.

He looked at her and nodded with a soft smile free of all his usual manipulations. “I know,” he whispered, caressing her cheek again before allowing his hand to relax between them again. He was just beginning to drift off to sleep when he heard her voice again.

“If it changes I’ll let you know.”

“You just couldn’t let it be, could you?” Lucien asked.

“I did. I said it. I just don’t say it often. And if it changes I’ll let you know.”

He sighed again, this time in exasperation. “It won’t change. You mated me, so even if it does, you’re kinda screwed.”

“Speaking of… if that wasn’t your best, I’m not sure I’m up for your best.”

He smirked. “Just wait… you’ll be in bed for days. Or I might even have to carry you around because you won’t be able to walk.”

“A little sure of yourself aren’t you?”

“Very,” he said, grinning as his face relaxed while she watched, and his breathing began to even out, a sure sign he was sleeping.

She watched for a full five minutes before she gently kissed his chin. “I love you, Lucien,” she thought to him, thinking he wouldn’t yet hear her thoughts.

He didn’t move. He didn’t even twitch, but his voice responded clearly in her mind. “I know.”