Page 11 of Fated to Mate
"Oh yes," she gasped before her body stiffened. "Fuck you need me to say no."
"There is nothing you can say that will stop me now," I growled.
"Nothing?" she said, her tone lightening with mischief as she gave me a look that made my insides curl and roll around with anticipation of an attack.
She was referencing the contract, the words she had put in there, words to pause, words to stop me when I didn't want to be stopped, words I didn't want her to say. Words I couldn't give her time to say. I could see from the light in her eyes that she was considering saying them, not because she wanted to stop me, but because it was another challenge, another push back.
Fuck.
I took my hand off her chest and covered her mouth, pinning her back down on the bed and muffling anything she might say next. I leaned in close to her as I freed my straining length.
"Nothing," I snarled as I used my knees to wedge her legs apart.
She was mine. I would make her mine.
I lined myself up with her wet heat even as she clawed at my forearm, her small nails a raw and delicious scratch against my skin. I gave a small internal gasp of gratitude that none of the gestures she made against my skin were the nonverbal communications outlined in the contract.
I wedged myself in between her legs and lined myself up with her, the head of me pressing against her. I didn't go slowly.
I went fast, hard, driving into her as she bit down on the flesh of my palm, her muffled shriek an instrument in the symphony that was her body, her soaking channel enveloping me, her fragile body held captive underneath me, her blunted teeth managing to draw blood even as her eyes rolled up in her head as I filled her, spreading her, driving in so that I was seated in her delicious embrace for a second time that evening. The instinct overwhelmed me, and I released my hand from her mouth as I leaned down and bit her neck, sinking my fangs into her as my venom flooded through my teeth and into her body. I pulled myself out and drove into her again, finding a pounding rhythm as I sealed myself against her neck and pinned her body into submission so that I could change, expanding within her until she couldn't take any more, and I was fitted into her with every perfect, pleasurable stroke.
Her words were mumbled gasps of delight and demands as she wrapped her legs around me, gripping at me with her thighs as I drilled into her over and over again until she was clamping down on me, her insides clutching at me as hard as her arms and legs and then I was lost in her, in the mutual pleasure, in the peaking delight of finding her, claiming her, becoming hers forever as I filled her with my seed and sealed my fate to forever be in her arms.
Epilogue
PORCHA
"It's not big enough," I said as I put down the floor plan and turned towards the door. "Let's go on to the next one."
"This one is so nice, though," Lamia said. "How is six bedrooms not enough?"
"Lamia," I said. "It isn't just the number of bedrooms. There has to be a separate cottage on the property that I can use as my filming studio. There is no way I'm going to be able to record videos in a house with two newborns."
"You know you can take a break from that for a bit," Lamia said as she set the floor plan down on the countertop. "You know Voknar will support you if you choose not to work at all."
"Of course I know that," I said. "And I don't discount that as a possibility as something I might desire. It is important to give myself options so I can do what I want when I want to. I'm not going to assume anything about what my postpartum needs will be, so it is important to plan for all possibilities."
"What about you guys?" Lamia asked, turning towards the two brothers who were looking out into the backyard. "Do you have any opinions on this one?"
"It could be made to work," Vlacul said.
"It is unacceptable," Voknar said. "It must have an appropriate workspace for Porcha."
Lamia laughed and turned back towards me. "Fine, you're just lucky that the Norratar banned corporate ownership over single-family housing and that there is now a glut of available homes on the market. On to the next one it is!"
We all piled into the small aircraft that was parked in the driveway. It looked like a large van as it had been designed to blend in with Earth-style vehicles, but it was an alien hovercraft. There were a few of them in the air around the cities nowadays. Voknar took the pilot position, his brother up front with him, and I nestled in the back with Lamia. I would learn to drive it at some point, but right now, there was a certain delight to be found in being driven around the city in a flying car like an alien celebrity.
"I'm so glad Voknar came to visit and you guys hit it off," Lamia said with a happy sigh. "This is working out perfectly. I'm so happy. Are you happy?"
She reached out and grabbed my hand as she asked that, her eyes shimmering with delight.
I squeezed her hand and nodded as I leaned in close and lowered my voice.
"He's the best lay I've ever had," I whispered.
Lamia giggled.
"Well, let's keep making this the best life for all of us," Lamia smiled at me.
I leaned over and put my head on her shoulder, watching the world go by beneath us. Life was how we defined it, and with the help of a contract and a little bit of determination, together we were making it utterly beautiful.
