Page 68 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Calypso

“Run, baby.”

This was the reaction I wanted, but the words still made my heart jolt through me. Terror mixed with anticipation and lust. I wanted Luc to catch me, but I wanted him to work for it. I understood him enough to know that this would heighten the experience.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was faster than me. Letting out a little scream, I darted sideways, using the dining table as a barrier.

Luc chuckled, stalking me, his steps slow and deliberate. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted chest and abs.

I panted, my breaths shallow with anticipation. I bounced on the balls of my feet, ready to run again.

Luc moved so quickly that he blurred, covering the distance between us in a moment. He was nearly on me, his breath against my ear and the wet swipe of his tongue. Hot. Full of promise.

I ducked, rolling under the dining table, narrowly avoiding the hand that reached for my hair.

Scrambling up, I ran for the kitchenette, my heels almost sliding out from under me on the smooth wood floor, but Luc was in front of me, blocking my way.

Herding me. I skidded to a stop. He undid his pants, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out.

His erect cock was outlined against his black briefs.

My nipples were hard and my clit pulsed.

Keeping eye contact I began to back away.

He was faster than me. Stronger than me.

He would catch me. It was inevitable. And I’d never wanted anything so much in my life.

Another step backwards. Luc’s eyes narrowed. Then one more step. His nostrils flared, muscles tensed.

I whirled, sprinting away from him. My heart was kicking against my ribs, my mouth dry. I made it two steps before I was lifted off my feet, scooped against a hard hot chest and carried off into the monster’s lair.

He threw me onto the bed, following me down, caging me against the mattress with his body.

One hand gripped the back of my neck possessively so that his lips could capture mine, while the other hand shredded my lingerie.

Literally shredded it off my body with a sharp claw.

It was unreasonably hot and I pressed my thighs together as moisture pooled between them.

“I liked that underwear,” I gasped as soon as Luc let me up for air. His mouth moved to the side of my neck, sucking and licking his way down towards my breasts. I squirmed in his grasp, trying to get closer to his hard body.

“I’ll buy you more.” His voice was a deep rumble that reverberated against my skin, sending a bolt of lust straight to my core. I was going to combust and he’d barely touched me.

A large hand cupped my pussy possessively and two thick fingers thrust inside me. I shuddered in pleasure, gasping at the sensation. “You’re so ready for me baby. I can smell you. I can feel you. Do you want my cock?”

“Yes,” I stuttered, my body already moving, my body grinding against his hand, my muscles tightening against his fingers.

“Not yet. Not until you’ve come.”

That wasn’t going to take long. The anticipation of the chase, the dominant way he’d taken charge, holding me down, stripping me naked. All of it had combined to make me desperate for his touch. I could already feel the tightness in my abdomen, the sparks coalescing into one place.

His teeth latched onto my nipple and he crooked his fingers inside me, finding the perfect spot. The sparks formed a supernova and my back arched as pleasure gripped me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you. So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

Luc lifted his head from my breast, shifting his body, nudging my legs further apart as he settled between my thighs.

The head of his cock nudged at my entrance and then he pushed in.

Filling me completely. Perfectly. My back bowed with the strength of the orgasm that ripped through me as he began to move.

The hand that had been behind my neck captured my wrists, holding them above my head.

I was still riding the wave of my orgasm, as he thrust deeply, rutting into me. I lifted my head, meeting his and he captured my scream with his mouth. I bit his lip. “I want your bite.”

His eyes glowing, he lifted one of my legs over his elbow. The next thrust was impossibly deeper. Claiming me. Owning me. Only the heavy hand on my hip kept me in place as he fucked me.

My climax kept rolling over me, each hard thrust of Luc’s cock sending shocks of ecstasy through my body.

“You are mine.” Another deep thrust.

Yes, I was his.

“Say it.” The movements of his hips were getting faster, more frenzied. The shocks were getting closer together.

“I….am…yours.” The words were punctuated by every heavy slam into my body. Every nerve ending in my body lit up with pleasure. My core clenched.

“Forever,” he demanded. Then he dropped his head to the side of my neck, nuzzling the curve of my shoulder.

His teeth scraped my tender skin. His hands tightened on my wrists and hip, pinning me in place.

He thrust into me once more, and I felt his release.

Hot cum filled me and his canines punctured my skin.

I detonated. I felt everything. Luc’s cum pumping into my core. The throbbing of my neck where he’d bitten me. His hard cock inside me, stroking my inner walls. My muscles clenching.

More sensations battered against my mind.

Pleasure as my cum spurted from my cock. My orgasm going on and on and on. The sensation of my mate’s cunt clenching around me, squeezing my cock, forcing out more release. The taste of her blood on my tongue. Devotion. Adoration. Fierce, primal satisfaction.

The room spun around me as I grappled with too many feelings in my head. Luc’s pleasure, his orgasm, his adoration. It was all there. In my head. I could sense his emotions as if they were my own.

Mate. You are mine now. His words reverberated in my skull.

The pleasure feedback was too much. His. Mine. Ours. My eyes rolled back in my head as I came one more time. And then I passed out.