Page 26 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

After five years of dreaming of how beautiful she would look underneath me, I finally had my mate where she belonged.

But in my haste, I had frightened her. Soon she would learn to take my cock inside her body.

I would not have hurt her. My overriding need to protect her would have held me back from pushing myself fully inside her.

I planned to explain, but her naughty smile when she suggested that I could ‘take care of her’ in other ways had been a temptation in itself.

My mouth watered at the opportunity to taste her sweet pussy, to lick her honey off her dripping folds.

Her taste was exquisite and she was so responsive, climaxing hard after only a few licks and sucks of her little nub and her tight channel.

Her body showed me that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

And while I wanted to give her more pleasure, my body was demanding its own release.

I had been waiting so long for her, I couldn’t control my own need to come.

Then she touched my cock with her small hand and I was lost. With her hand underneath mine, stroking my skin, it took only a few pumps before my balls tightened, the need to claim her, to mark her, taking over.

Cum spouted like I was a fucking fountain, coating her skin in my seed. A primal claim. My mate. Mine.

Pride surged in my chest at her next action. Rubbing my cum into her body, she accepted me. The madness began to rise like a tide. Claim. Bite . I wouldn’t wait any longer.

I dropped my head to hers, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, sharing the taste of her juices. When I pulled back, she frowned, beginning to sit up.

“You’re right, we need to move on.”

My thoughts scattered from the mating haze, my jaw throbbing with the need to bite.

The human was shouting in my head but it was white noise.

I shifted until I was sitting against the wall, lifting her slight weight easily and arranging her on my lap.

She smelled of sex and cum. Mine. I wanted to roar my satisfaction to the world.

“Bastien?”

Seconds passed while I searched for words. One of my mate’s hands rose to my face, brushing her fingers along my jaw. Her touch was like cool water on a scorching day. Words rose from the maelstrom of my mind. “Say yes, sweetheart. Say yes to me.”