Page 70 of Stone Cold Alien

“Pain?”

“No. Very much the opposite.”

Sten withdrew slowly. Each node dragged against me before he filled me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, encouraging him to move faster.

His wings closed around us, shutting out the bedroom. I ran my fingers along the inner edge of one.

Sten shuddered. His next thrust drove all three nodes deep inside me.

I touched the wing again, then gripped one of his horns with my other hand. His control began to slip. His movements became harder, his breath hot against my neck while his tail kept circling my clit.

His fangs rested against my shoulder.

He stopped.

“If I bite you now, the mark will remain for the rest of your life,” he said. “Tell me again that this is what you want.”

I turned my head, giving him better access. “I want the bond, the mark and you. Bite me.”

His fangs pierced my skin.

Pain flashed through my shoulder. I cried out and tightened my grip on his horn, but then Sten sucked.

The pain became heat. It spread from the bite, across my breasts and down between my legs. The upper node vibrated faster while his tail pressed firmly against my clit.

Sten drank again.

I felt him through the bond. Not his thoughts, but the strain of holding himself back, the pleasure running through him and the relief beneath it.

The lowest node swelled inside me.

I gasped as it held him deep. Sten thrust once more, and my orgasm broke over me. I clenched around him while pleasure raced between the bite and every place our bodies touched.

He roared against my shoulder.

His cock pulsed inside me as he came. His tail wrapped around my waist, and his wings tightened around us until nothing remained beyond their dark shelter.

Sten released my shoulder and dragged his tongue over the bite. The punctures didn’t disappear. I touched them carefully and felt two distinct marks surrounded by tender skin.

“It worked,” I whispered.

“Yes.” He looked at the mark before meeting my eyes. “You are my mate.”

“And you’re mine.”

He lowered himself beside me, keeping one wing stretched over my body. The swollen node softened enough for him to withdraw, leaving me sore, satisfied and aware of exactly how empty I felt without him.

I closed my eyes. I still knew exactly where he lay, and a warm echo of his satisfaction moved through the bond, but I couldn’t hear his thoughts.

I reached for my phone and checked the alarm.

Sten frowned. “You are genuinely going to leave this bed at half past five?”

“I told you I was working.”

“I thought mating might change your priorities.”

“It has. You’re now officially above the hamsters.”