Page 68 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

My mate was killing me. First, she had given me the grace of her admission that she had wanted my bite.

Even though I hadn’t asked her for it, she had said yes, in her head.

It didn’t excuse my behaviour, not fully, I knew that, but her words pierced the guilt my human side had felt about our mating.

I didn’t deserve it, but I sucked the words into my soul.

Accepting that she had desired my bond as much as I had wanted to give it to her.

She was mine and I would never let her go.

Then she had licked my neck. Fuck. Did she know how that pushed my feral side to the surface?

All my instincts were screaming at me to worship her with my body.

To prove that I was her Alpha. For now. For always.

But she’d just gone through a full emotional meltdown.

I was trying to be respectful of her vulnerable state.

To give her care and consideration. Emotional closeness. Not desperate, hard fucking.

Gods, would it be a hard fucking. I wanted to rut into her.

To show her with my body everything that I had said with words.

With the emotions I’d sent down the bond.

My cock was hard, pressed against the zipper of my pants.

It would be a miracle if the metal hadn’t left an impression against the skin.

Her robe had pooled around her body and her cunt was bare against the fabric tented over my groin.

The scent of her desire hung heavy in the air.

It would be so easy. All I had to do was undo the zip and my cock would spring free.

One hard thrust, and I’d be inside her sheath.

I shuddered, restraining myself.

She wants us. Why should we resist? Trust my Beast half to be the devil on my shoulder.

My mate spoke, her voice throaty with desire. “What if I want you to take advantage? To hold me down. Pin me to the bed.” Show me how much you love me.

My control broke. Neither the human nor the Beast in me could resist her request.

In one swift movement, I rolled so that she was underneath me. Soft curves against my hard body.

“Yes.” It was a sigh. A plea.

Hands on either side of her head, holding myself up so I didn’t crush her, I captured her mouth with mine. She opened for me, giving me access to her sweetness.

Small hands worked at my belt. Pulling the metal from the buckle. Tugging at the zip. Lifting my hips, I let her pull my pants and boxers down.

Skin to skin. Heart to heart.

Her eyes had drifted shut when I kissed her. Look at me . Her lids lifted. Emerald green eyes, hazy with desire, met mine. No more secrets. I am yours. You are mine. Nothing can change that.

Yours, she agreed . Her legs wide, ready to receive me, one soft hand guided my cock to her centre. Her eyes stayed on mine. Solemn.

Our hearts beat in sync. The bond between us throbbed with the intensity of our emotions.

I love you . With a hard thrust of my hips, I pushed deep inside her in one fluid move. Filling her. Claiming her . She was hot. Tight. Perfect. I could live here for the rest of my life. Soon I would fill her with my seed. Fill her belly with a baby. I couldn’t wait.

I love you too Bas. Yes. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward . Her pleasure flowed down the bond, making my balls throb. I tightened my control. I wouldn’t come first.

Pulling my mouth gently from hers I moved my attention to her beautiful breasts. Taking one pebbled nipple into my mouth, I bit down, the bond telling me when the pain of the bite was just right .

My Pixie gasped . Around my cock, her pussy fluttered. She was close. I grabbed one leg, pulling it higher, giving me deeper access. Her ankle hooked around my body, holding on tight.

That’s right baby. Hold on tight.