Page 61 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Luc

MINE! Beast’s cry reverberated in my head .

I’d given her a chance to back down, to pull away. It would have almost killed me if she’d changed her mind, but I needed to be sure that this was what she wanted. That I wasn’t pushing her into something she would regret later.

And she’d taunted me. Challenged me.

My control broke. I slammed my lips back down onto hers, shifting one arm from her delectable breasts so that I could wrap it around her body, while I moved my other hand from under her ass, to my cock.

I yanked it out of my boxers and directed the tip to her drenched pussy.

Her folds were dripping with the evidence of her arousal and my cock jerked in readiness.

She tilted her pelvis in another challenge for me to claim her. My mate was about to get everything she had asked for.

With one thrust I surged into her, until I was buried balls deep.

The feel of her tight pussy, clenching around me, taking every inch of me, almost made my eyes roll back in my head.

I stilled, feeling her body clench against mine.

I couldn’t move. If I moved another inch I’d blow my load like a teenager.

Her scent wound around me, stronger now, almost making me dizzy. But I couldn’t come yet. I wouldn’t come yet. Caly was my mate and her satisfaction was more important than my own.

I wedged my hand between our bodies, shoving her top higher so that I could feel her skin against my own. And then my hand dipped lower, to her pussy. If she wanted a rough fucking, I’d totally fuck her the way she wanted it. Any way she wanted. But she would come first.

With my cock still buried deep inside her tight pussy, and my mouth over hers, I pressed down hard on her clit.

And she came harder than I knew was possible. Her entire body tensed against me, her pussy clenching around my cock as she screamed into my mouth.

NOW , Beast demanded.

Thank fuck. Yes. Now.

I drew back, pulling most of the way out of her tight pussy, then slammed back into her until I bottomed out, balls slapping against her bare skin.

Over and over. No finesse. Only brute, raw strength.

My hands were tight on her hips, pressing hard enough that I would leave bruises on her tender skin, but I was too far gone to care.

Mine, mine, mine. I gritted my teeth against the feral need to bite her. Claim her. Mark her. I’d Declared my Intent, but she hadn’t said yes yet. No matter. I would make sure that she would never want to so much as look at another male again. She was mine, even if she didn’t know it yet.

I fucked her straight into a second orgasm. She pulled my hair and screamed my name as her back arched away from the wall. She dragged me over with her, and I came so hard I almost blacked out, my cum painting her inside walls as they clenched around me. She was perfect. And all mine.

***

Sanity returned even while I was still in the warm heat of her body, my head in the crook of her neck.

My entire being wanted nothing more than to take my mate to bed, to take my time worshipping her body, to ask her to be my mate.

To bond her tonight. But I knew I couldn’t.

Even with the increased security, we weren’t safe here.

We’d known as much from the moment we understood what was in that little book.

But that wasn’t all of it. I’d recognised one of the men from the parking garage.

He was part of a terrorist cell we’d been watching in the lead up to the Summit.

Somehow, the journal was connected to the murmurs I’d been hearing from our informants.

Murmurs of violence. A bomb? An assassination attempt? I didn’t know for sure.

All I knew was that terrorists wanted the spell locked in that journal and they knew my mate had it.

My blood turned to ice in my veins. If anyone hurt her, the Beast would roam free.

The knowledge settled in my gut. I understood it now.

Finally. Why my mum ripped a man to pieces in front of me. Her mate and her cubs were in danger.

We had to go to the Palace. Now. And once my mate was safe, we would hunt.