Reaching beneath her I lift her ass and speed up, filling her so deeply that there isn’t an inch between us. This was not only a physical connection being shared but our bond being formed. An emotional connection that made the two of us one.
We come together—our mingled moans and cries bouncing off the walls. This was the beginning of our sacred bond, one that will never be broken.
Finding my father sitting in my office in the middle of the night infuriates me. A glass of scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. Had the woman I love not been sleeping peacefully upstairs in my room I would have done very little to control that anger.
But instead I stand in the doorway staring at him as I fist my hands at my sides.
“The bond has been formed,” he seems pleased with himself. “You’ve pleased the ancestors and—”
“Enough,” I interrupt through gritted teeth and snarl as I move deeper into my room. “I didn’t do this for you or for them. What I have with Taryn, what I’ve had since the moment I first saw her, runs deeper than any expectations you or anyone else have for me. This is not about you, this is not for you, this, the connection I have with her, that is for us. It will always be for us, you or anyone else have no say so in the choices we make, the path we take.”
I don’t miss the arrogance in his facial expression.
“If you want to come here, you come during the day, you knock on the door, you call. You don’t show up in the middle of the night. This life, the one I am building with Taryn that is not on display for you or anyone else. You will all respect her and you will respect our privacy. Taryn is my mate, she isn’t and never will be treated any differently.”
My father stares at me without saying a word. My fear is that his vengeance for my mother's death and those of our people may outweigh his loyalty to me. I too want the blood of those who took my mother, but I will never jeopardize the safety of Taryn to gain it.
Before I can say anything more my father stands and places his half-empty glass on the desk. Taking one last pull from his cigar he snuffs it in the ashtray and the entire time he holds my stare. “My blood runs through you,” the way he says this makes my chest ache, “you are loyal, you are strong.”
The man who raised me to be those things is still someone inside this hollowed form of my father.
“But you must remember that our people, our responsibilities, cannot be placed on hold. Taryn must understand our ways, she must accept those ways. She now has her own responsibilities and she must be willing to sacrifice.”
“And you need to accept that your time has passed.” He falters and a weaker man may feel saddened by the idea of putting his own father in place, but I am not weak. “I’m in control now, and nothing you have to say or even do can change that. The new world, our world, begins here with me, and with her.”
His chest rises and falls with deep breaths and I realize he is trying to remain in control of his anger. But the fact is he knows I am right.
My father is a man who has a very hard time accepting that he no longer holds the reins. He’s not used to answering to anyone else, especially his own son.
Without another word, he turns his back, opens the double glass doors that lead out to the patio and steps outside into the cool crisp night. Part of me wants to go to him and soothe his worries but another part, an even bigger part understands that boundaries need to be set. My actions now will set the precedent for our future.
He walks to the edge of the deck and glances back one last time offering me a nod. His moment of acceptance for all the words I’d spoken. Then he leaps and I hear the sounds, the snarl, the acknowledgment of him shifting into his monstrous silver form and then he is gone.
I walk across the room and as I begin to shut the doors, I hear the rustle of the trees as my father races through the forest. Shaking my head, I chuckle, the man is maddening at times, but I know he knows that all is well and everything is now set into motion.
After all, I’ve found Taryn and now she truly is mine.
Taryn
I smile at the feel of Merick’s lips against the skin of my back. For two days we’ve done nothing, but make love, fuck, sleep, and eat. I’m pretty sure he broke my vagina, but it is worth it. His size took some getting used to, but I enjoyed every thick, hard inch of him...thoroughly and repeatedly.
“What are you doing?” I whisper as he continues to kiss upward until he reaches my neck, nipping at my flesh.
“I can’t stop touching you.” I never want him to.
I roll to my back and he cages me in with both arms, smiling down at me. His strong body hovering above my own, on full display. “You better. I have certain body parts that are in desperate need of a rest.” I pull him down for a kiss, but like always it turns heated completely contradicting the words I just spoke.
With quickness, I push him to his back and climb on top of him, to hell with recovery time. His hands go to my ass and he pulls me down hard against his cock. I wiggle my hips until he’s at my opening and
