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“I don’t want to calm down, Garrett. I’ve loved you all my life, been yours since we were children. I never wanted to be important. The idea of being the queen to people who hate me terrifies me, but I’ll do whatever I have to in order to stay by your side. I want all of you, forever.”

She pulls against my hold on her hair, and I let my fingers loosen, worried I might hurt her if I don’t. My head tips back as she pulls a groan from me at the feeling of her lips as she presses them to my chest, kissing and nipping her way up my neck, nibbling at my ear.

“Make me yours, Garrett. I think we’ve waited long enough. I want you to own me.” Her warm breath ghosts over my ear as her hips roll against my cock, and I feel the last bit of my willpower melt away.

I’m not sure she can be much clearer than that.

Turning around, I toss her across the room; she lets out a squeak of surprise as she bounces on the bed, eyes wide.

I didn’t intend to scare her, but she should know by now I’d never hurt her.

Before she can yell at me or whatever she plans to do, I’m there, my fingers wrapping around her ankle as I yank her down the bed to me, slamming my lips back to hers.

It was only a moment, but already I need to taste her.

I reach blindly, finding the ties of her pants and undoing them before quickly pushing them down her legs along with her underwear.

She wiggles and kicks, helping me get her out of them as she presses up into my chest. The feel of her like this is already so damn much, and there’s still a layer of clothes between us.

It takes everything in me not to let my hands shift into claws and shred her clothes. I probably would have if I hadn’t just overheard her yelling at the twins for it a few days ago.

She almost headbutts me when she flies up, hastily pulling off her shirt and her bra, and I can’t even be upset. Her eagerness only makes me harder, and I quickly move to push my pants and boxers to my ankles, only to freeze when I look back up and find her completely bare on the bed.

Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling, and the fucking world could be ending around us, and I wouldn’t be able to look away as I drink her in, determined to memorize every inch of her.

“If you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’m going to lose my mind,” she rasps, extending an arm and reaching for me.

I’ve never been able to deny Serena anything; I won’t start now.

My palms sweat, hands trembling as I move back toward her, where she’s laid out on the bed just for me.

I let my hands rest on her knees, and the skin-to-skin contact has my beast so close to the surface that I have to bite my cheek to keep my fingers from shifting to claws.

Pushing her legs to the side, I step into her, my eyes drawn to her pussy, and I stop for a moment, taken aback by how fucking wet she is.

“Is this all for me?” I ask, reaching out to run two fingers from her entrance to her clit, making her whimper before I pull away, holding my hand up for her to see. Her eyes dart to my hand, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment as she looks but doesn’t answer.

That won’t do.

Stepping closer, I let my cock press against her, rubbing up against her sensitive clit, making her fingers fist in the sheets as her back arches off the bed, looking for more than simple touches.

With her eyes still fixated on my hand, I press those two fingers into my mouth. Her eyes go wide, and I swear I almost come just from the taste of her. I’ve smelled her arousal and felt it through the bond, but tasting her is something else entirely.

I’m moving without thought, dropping to my knees at the end of the bed, swinging her legs over my shoulder, and banding an arm across her waist to keep her still.

The need to taste her fully, to make her come on my tongue, is the only thing I can think about even as my cock throbs.

I’m going to fuck her every way she will let me.

Pressing my tongue to her entrance, I slowly lick up to her clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves until she’s squirming before I move back down.

I do that over and over, up and down, until she’s thrashing under my hold.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as she alternates between pulling me closer and trying to shove me away.

The sounds she makes are sinful, and as much as I love them, they also put my beast on edge, threatening to kill anyone who might overhear her.

I can’t even argue with him about it, though; the need to protect her and make her mine thumps through me like a pulse of its own.

Thankfully, this wing is only for guests, and considering all our current guests are her mates and share my room, it means we should be okay.

“Garrett,” she pants, and I look up at her as my lips close around her clit. “Please,” she begs as her legs begin to shake, her eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide.

Just the sight of her laid out like this is enough to drive me crazy, but hearing her beg for me, feeling how wet she is, and the way her body responds to me.

Fuck, she’s so perfect.

The need to be inside of her weighs on me, my cock leaking, my beast begging me to bury myself in her and claim her fully.

Letting her clit go with a pop, I move back down to her entrance and press my tongue inside of her, groaning from the feeling of her walls spasming around it, which only makes them hold grip me tighter.

I’d planned to make her come on my tongue, but the need to feel her walls grip me is too much, and I sink two fingers deep inside of her.

She bucks up, her back bowing despite the hold I have on her hips as she shouts her release, her legs attempting to crush me as her pussy grips my fingers, holding me inside of her.

I let my own eyes fall closed as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, imagining the way she will strangle me and almost coming from the thought alone.

That’s it.

Pushing to stand, I look down at my mate as she pants and whimpers on the bed. She’s so fucking wet that the scent fills the room, only making me crazier.

Her eyes meet mine, and I see the love that shines back at me.

I fall forward, my arms snapping out on either side of her head to catch me so that I hover above her, our faces only inches apart.

“I love you.” I tell her, holding her gaze to ensure she sees the truth in my eyes.

“I love you too,” she rasps, voice still rough from her release, but that’s fine. I know it’s true, I can feel it.

“I…” I cut myself off as her fingers brush against my cock, stealing my ability to speak or think.

Her hands are small, fingers delicate as they brush up to the head of my cock, slowly, meticulously, and knowing exactly what she’s doing if the smirk on her lips is anything to go by.

“Serena,” I manage to grit out her name as smoke puffs out of my nose, making her eyes go wide.

That’s new.

“Someone wants to come out and play,” she teases, as her fingers continue to explore my cock, making it hard for me to focus on anything else. Wrapping around my cock, she slowly moves from base to tip, making me groan, my head falling forward so that we’re nose to nose.

“You have no idea how close he is,” I groan as I push back against him.

I’m not sure what the hell he hopes to accomplish like this; if I did lose control and let him out, all he would do is destroy this wing of the castle and possibly crush our mate.

I would never hurt her.

I roll my eyes at him instead of arguing, because I’m not sure he understands how this would work with her beneath us.

Her thumb flicks over the head of my cock, hitting both of my piercings, and I watch her eyes go wide.

“Oh my god, you have a pierced dick too?” she asks, and I can hear the shock in her voice but also the hint of excitement as I resist the urge to ask who else has theirs pierced.

I really don’t want to know.

I spent quite a bit of time in the other realm looking for her. Technology wasn’t the only thing I took an interest in. Tattoos and piercings fascinated me and before I knew it, I was nearly covered in tattoos with almost a dozen piercings.

I’ll have to go back some day just to get more.

Reaching down, I fist my cock, rubbing two of the little metal balls over her clit. Her pupils dilate so much the blue is eaten by the black completely hidden, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Serena?” I ask, needing her consent before I fuck her because there will be no going back.

She’s nodding even before I finish my sentence, but I keep going, needing her to understand what she’s agreeing to.

“This isn’t going to be soft and loving the way I wanted our first time to be.

My beast is too close. The need to fuck you is like a physical ache, but I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.

Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away right now.

We can go back downstairs.” I continue slowly pumping my hips, unable to stop, the feeling so fucking amazing; it’s like she was made for me.

Serena’s eyes hold mine for a moment before she pushes up on her elbows. We’re chest to chest, eye to eye, sharing the same breath.

“Don’t you dare try to walk away now. I need to know how that piercing feels buried deep inside of me.”

Her words make me pause, caught off guard as a wicked smirk pulls at her lips. Her hand drops to mine on my cock as her legs wrap around my waist, her feet locking behind me before dragging me forward, burying me deep inside of her, making us both yell out as she flops back onto the bed.

“Fucking hell, Serena,” I pant, trying to stop myself from coming just from being inside of her. She’s so fucking tight and perfect; her walls still fluttering from the last orgasm I pulled from her.

“That’s the idea,” she says with a laugh, and I shake my head before pulling out and plunging back in as deep as I can.

The feeling of her is so consuming that I can’t make myself slow down to let her adjust. Based on the sounds coming from her, she doesn’t need me to, though. My hips slap against the wet skin, her arousal dripping from her, coating me and filling the room with her scent as it mixes with my own.

As shifters, everyone will know what we just did after we leave here. My beast grumbles his approval, pushing me to move faster, deeper, harder.

Yanking her leg from around my waist, I toss it over my shoulder and watch as her face twists in a silent scream. Her shoulders are the only thing on the bed as I fuck into her impossibly deeper. My thumb drops to her clit, and I hardly touch it when I feel her fall over the edge.

She screams my name, eyes rolling back in her head as her legs shake, her pussy convulsing around my cock, almost pulling me over the edge with her.

Almost.

I wait, letting her come down enough that I can move before pulling almost all the way out, slowly pushing back in, making her legs shake all over again.

She cracks an eye open, and my wyvern growls, rumbling in my chest in approval from the satisfied look on her face.

Reaching down, I wrap my arm around her back, pulling her to my chest. Holding her close, I crawl up the bed, flipping us so that my head lands on the pillows with her straddling my waist.

Her hands rest on my chest, and I trail my hands up her arms and down her breasts, rubbing her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her shiver and her pussy flutter around me.

“I need you to ride me, Serena,” I hiss through clenched teeth as I fight to hold off my own release.

It’s so fucking close I could come just with her sitting on my cock, but I grit my teeth and let my hands fall to her hips, guiding her movements.

It only takes a moment for her to take over, my eyes rolling back as I press my head back into the pillows with a strangled curse that only makes her move faster, my hips bucking up making her gasp, fingernails digging into my chest, and it’s all so fucking perfect that I can’t fight it anymore.

Slamming up into her, I hold her still as I fall over the edge, pumping her full of my cum as she pulls every last drop from me before collapsing on my chest, panting and gasping.

We’re sweaty and out of breath, our mixed cum making a mess of us and the bed, but despite all that, my heart only expands to impossible levels as she peeks up at me with a dopey smile on her lips, eyes so full of love they make my heart skip a beat.

“I fucking love you,” she says, her voice hardly more than a breathy whisper, and she looks seconds from falling asleep, but she’s never looked more beautiful.

“I love you too,” I tell her with a smile as she rests her head on my chest, her breathing instantly evening out. “My love, my light, my queen.”