Page 60 of Fearless
He chuckled, the sound one I imagined satisfied males of every species made when they had their woman begging for more. Literallybegging.If he didn’t shove his cock into me soon, I was going to spontaneously combust.
Mikos moved up my body until his lips hovered over mine. Our gazes locked. Breath mingled. “Say you love me.”
“I love you.”
“Call me mate.”
“Mate. You’re my mate.”
“Say my name.”
“Mikos. Mate. You’re my mate.” I squirmed beneath him. He held most of his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush me. But that wasn’t what I wanted right now. I wanted him on top of me, inside me. I wanted his weight. Wanted to feel possessed. Conquered. Taken. “Please.”
Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Once upon a time, I’d been too proud to beg, to admit how much I needed someone. With Mikos, I didn’t hold back. I had no pride, not when it came to him. No fear. I let go, gave him everything. My body. My heart. My soul.
“Mine.” The word sounded like a promise, a vow, as he moved, thrust deep, filled me up. Made me his.
Mikos
My mate’swet pussy wrapped around my cock like a hot fist as I sank balls deep. The taste of her sweet pussy lingered on my tongue. The sound of her soft, feminine voice begging me to take her, fuck her, begging for release, made my cock harden to the point of pain. My mating fist was already swelling inside her, locking her to me, driving me to the edge of control.
“Mikos.” She buried her fingers in my hair and pulled, her hips rising to take more of me, to force my hard length deeper. Harder. Faster. Demanding little female, my mate. So fucking impossible to refuse. She owned me. I could deny her nothing.
I would never get enough of her, never let her out of my sight, never allow anyone to harm her. She was mine to protect, to fuck, to care for. The Coalition had no hold on her. Earth had no hold on her. She was Astra Legion, accepted and protected. Family.
I knew the moment she felt my mating fist stretch her inside, lock into place. Her head thrashed from side to side, a gasp escaped her perfect, kissable lips.
I rolled my hips, moved my hand so I could rub and stroke her clit, drive her wild. Nothing pleased me more than watching her lose control, pushing her body to its limits. Beyond them. When she faltered, when her human body tired, I would fill her with my essence and take her again. Fill her with my seed. Plant my child in her womb. I wanted everything with her, everything I’d never allowed myself to dream was possible.
She lifted her legs, wrapped them around my hips, whispered my name like it was a prayer. “Bite me.”
Fuck. I wouldn’t last if I sank my fangs deep.
Essence flooded my mouth, the now familiar taste going straight to my cock, the eager fucker nearly finished by the mere thought, by anticipation.
So be it. I’d just fuck her again. And again. All night. All day. For the rest of my life.
I leaned over and rubbed the tips of my fangs over the sensitive spot along the curve of her neck, the place that made her shiver. Freeze. Beg.
“Please.”
Fuck.I would never tire of hearing that word come out of her mouth.
I gave us both what we wanted. Needed. My bite was slow, gentle, her soft cries too much.
My body exploded, flooded her womb with seed as I pushed my fangs deeper. My essence entered her blood, gifted her with healing, with pleasure, with life. Withme.
Mine.
Breanna Parks of Earth was mine.
Forever.
