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T he motorcycle’s engine rumbled loudly between his thighs, sending vibrations throughout Saint’s body. That wasn’t what had him so fucking hard though. As much as he loved his Harley, it was his mate’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist as they drove through the late afternoon that had his cock aching in his jeans.

It had taken three long days to track down the information they needed on Lukas’ grandfather so the man could get the justice he deserved, which ended up being his own death at the hands of the king’s men after more things came to light. The child had lived a life of hell after the death of his mother, but it was finally over. He was safe.

Saint was in awe of his beautiful mate. If it wasn’t for her and her special gifts, Lukas would have been captured and probably put away in a place that was like a prison for kids for a long ass time. Instead, he was living in the clubhouse with both the king and God’s approval, set up in a suite between Heaven and Zion’s. At fourteen years old, he probably should have been living with one of them, but he’d asked for his own space, so they let him have it for now on a trial basis only. If he screwed up, he’d be couching it for the unforeseeable future.

Seeing the exit he wanted, Saint slowed down and turned off the main highway onto a gravel road. Mist’s grip tightened around his stomach and he laid his hand over hers. She moved her fingers down, the tips of them sliding into the front of his jeans and he groaned.

“You better stop that or I’m going to have to buy a new bike.” Because there was no way he was going to keep his upright when she was reach for his cock.

She laughed, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tightly as he turned off onto another road that would take them straight to where he planned to spread her body out on a blanket and feast on her.

They stopped at the end of a dead-end road and Mist hopped off the back. She’d easily taken to riding with him, loving it just as much as he did. They’d been out several times, just riding with no destination in mind. Those times he spent with her, snuggled up tight behind him alone were some of the best times of his life so far.

Saint put down the kickstand and threw his leg over the seat. Removing his helmet, he set it on the seat, waiting while Mist did the same. Afterwards, he opened one of his saddlebags and pulled out a blanket, then went around and took out a small black duffle bag from the other side. Mist looked at him in confusion but stayed silent.

When he originally asked if she wanted to go for a ride, he didn’t say a word about what he had planned. It was a surprise, and hopefully one she enjoyed.

Leaning down, he gave her a quick, hard kiss before nodding his head to the side. “Come on, kitty. I want to show you something.”

Mist grinned, taking the blanket from him and sliding her hand in his. They began walking down a path that led them through some trees, and after a few minutes, ended up in a large area with a small stream.

Saint sat the bag down, then took the blanket from her and spread it out on the lush grass. Meeting her gaze, he grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it, slipping it off.

“It’s funny,” Mist said, her gray eyes dancing with mirth, “if we were in my realm right now, there is no way we would be taking our clothes off. It would be freezing at my home.”

“Your home is here now,” he said gruffly, dropping her shirt to the ground. “With me and our family.”

Her gaze filled with warmth as she raised a hand and placed it on his cheek. “Yes, my mate. Your family is my family. You are my family. You hold my heart, for now and always.”

Lowering his head, Saint covered her mouth with his in a slow, sweet kiss. He gently traced her lips with his tongue as he pulled her close. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, my sweet mate.”

Mist slid her hands under his shirt and up to his chest, leaning in to give him a kiss. “I love you too, Deimos.”

He swallowed hard, sliding his fingers through her hair and cupping the back of her head. “I like hearing my name from your lips,” he growled before gripping her hair tightly, tilting her head and taking her mouth in a hard kiss. Mapping her mouth with his tongue, he groaned at her taste, knowing nothing would ever be better.

Reaching down, he quickly undid the button on her jeans and pushed them down. Mist moaned, panting softly against his lips as she helped him get rid of her pants. Then she unsnapped his and shoved them down his thighs.

He laughed when they got stuck on the top of his boots, and then again when he noticed hers the same way. Dropping to his knees, he lifted her foot and slid her black boots off, first one and then the other. He was still chuckling, but that stopped at the site of her glistening lower lips covered in that thin strip of hair that was right in front of him.

A deep growl began to vibrate in his chest, and he ran a finger through her juices, then brought it to his mouth, licking it clean. Gripping her hips tightly, he leaned forward and licked up her slit, gathering all of that wetness on his tongue. Mist cried out when he slid two fingers inside her, grabbing his arms and digging her nails in.

Saint found her clit and sucked lightly on it, then flicked it back and forth with his tongue, before sucking harder on it. He did this several times, going from licking to sucking, and back to licking again, until he made her scream as her orgasm hit her. He moved down, licking her folds until the grip she held on him loosened.

Breathing heavily, Mist sank to the ground beside him. After kissing her gently, he guided her over to the blanket, having her lay back as he slipped her jeans off. Standing, he removed his cut and shirt, then his boots and jeans. His gaze went over her gorgeous body, sliding from her pretty nipples, down her chest and over her belly, both holding faint scars that to him showed her courageousness. Knowing his eyes glowed with hunger, he growled, “Mine. All mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed, holding her arms out to him and spreading her legs in invitation.

Saint dropped to his knees in front of her, moving forward until the head of his cock pressed against her wet entrance, and then he sank deep inside her. “Fuck, kitty, you’re so hot and tight. Love the way you feel.”

Mist arched up into him, taking him even deeper, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she dug her nails into his back. “Deimos, please! Harder!”

Oh, hell yeah. Those were just the words he wanted to hear. Lifting her legs, he put them up over his shoulders, then he grasped her hips tightly in his hands. A deep snarl left him as he began to thrust into her, deep, hard, and fast. Just the way he knew she loved it. Her arms went above her head, and the sight of her pert breasts lifting up had him lowering his head and taking one of her nipples in his mouth.

Mist screamed his name when he bit it, then soothed the bite with his tongue. He did the same with the other, then placed his mouth over the claiming bite he’d given her and sank his teeth deep. His balls drew up and he felt her pussy begin to pulse around him, his cock erupting at the same time, coating her insides with his cum.

“Oh, Goddess,” he heard her gasp, and he looked down to see her looking above him in awe. Following her gaze, he froze at the sight of all the lights, and then stiffened when he felt what seemed to be a second bond snapping in place inside of him. He frowned in confusion, his eyes going back to his mate, watching as her lips parted and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Three times,” Mist whispered, her eyes wet with tears as she covered her mouth with her hand. “We’ve been blessed three times.”

“What was that, mate?” he demanded, looking around to see all of the shimmering lights slowly starting to fade.

“We are bound together not only with my shifter lineage and your demon one, but we also share a magical bond now through my sorceress line. We are bound together for all of eternity.”

Saint slid her legs from his shoulders and lowered himself down until he covered Mist’s body with his. Framing her head in his hands, he kissed her gently before replying, “Bonded three different ways, mate. You know what that means?”

“What?” she murmured, her tongue slipping out to glide over her lips.

“You are stuck with me forever.”

Mist giggled, her eyes lighting up with joy and pleasure. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

A slow, wicked grin crossed Saint’s lips as he leaned over and grabbed the small bag he’d brought with them. “Let’s see if you still believe that after the next few hours.”

“Few hours?” she stammered, her gaze on the bag. “What’s in there?” When he laughed but didn’t reply, she clutched his arms tightly and he saw a glint of anticipation enter her eyes. “Saint?”

Placing the bag down on the blanket, he opened it and pulled out the huge purple dildo. Setting it down next to the bag, he pulled out the flogger next. Raising up, he trailed the ends of it over the tops of her breasts lightly. “You ready, kitty?”

“For anything,” she replied breathlessly, a shudder running through her. He loved the way she looked, so fucking sexy and sensual.

“My gorgeous mate.”

“My demon savior,” Mist whispered, her voice full of love.

“Always.”