He chuckled low. “No need to pretend.” His teeth nipped at her lips, making her whimper. “You’re mine, Anna Victoria. Body and soul.” Fingers dug into her scalp, making her body tremble with need.
“Damon, let’s go back inside.”
His head bent down to her neck, pressing a kiss there before grazing his teeth against her skin. “How about we stay out here instead?”
“Here?”
“Yes. There’s no one else around.”
A thrill of excitement ran down her spine as he pushed his hips up at her. He was already hard, the head of his cock brushing against her hip. Maneuvering herself so her knees were on either side of him, she reached down to ease his pajamas bottoms off and grasped his length so she could point the tip at her entrance.
“Christ … sweetheart you’re so tight.” He let out a strangled sound as she sank down on him.
Lord, she had never felt so full in her life. Take it slow, she said to herself, exhaling as she continued to take him in. When she was fully around him, she sighed with relief.
“So good … mine. My mate.”
The blanket fell down to the floor, and though the initial blast of chill made her yelp, his arms winding around her made up for it. Slowly, she began to move, sliding up his length and then sinking back down.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “Take it all in. You know you want it.”
Her hands braced on his shoulders as she moved her hips, grinding them forward and backward. His breath came in short pants, and the hand in her hair pulled her back to expose her neck. His mouth immediately went to her pulse, his teeth sinking into the skin of her neck. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, but it set off something in her she couldn’t name.
With a sharp cry, she hauled herself onto her knees and began to bounce on top of him, taking him in long, fast strokes, gripping him as tight as she could. That only seemed to urge him on, and he ripped the front of the shirt she was wearing so he could take a nipple into his mouth.
All the sensations were too much, and her brain was surely going to short circuit. She continued her pace, riding him as hard as she could.
“That’s it. Come,” he growled against her breast. “You’re mine. Say my name when you come.”
“I’m … yours.” Closing her eyes, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, but he seemed to enjoy the pain of her nails biting into him as he bit at her nipple and met her hips with upward thrusts. Finally, she felt near the edge as fireworks danced in front of her eyelids. Her body convulsed with her orgasm, clamping tight around him. “Damon!”
He let out a low, primal grunt as his arms hooked under her arms and grasped her shoulders to bring her down hard as he thrust upwards, filling her deep. She felt his cock pulse and flood her inside with his warmth. Another guttural sound escaped his mouth as he nipped her playfully on the ear before settling her again on his lap.
“Ohhh.” She couldn’t help the long, satisfied sigh that left her lips. The pleased rumble from his chest vibrated against hers deliciously. “Hmmm … sorry, that was too good.”
“Don’t be sorry for that.” He kissed her hair. “I don’t think I can get enough of you.”
After last night, she wouldn’t have believed him except he was still hard inside her right now, like he was still ready for another round. Not that it would be a bad thing.
“Can’t get enough of me too, huh?” He teased as a hand moved lower to cup her bottom. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied. Everywhere.”
His fingers moved close to her center and …
Her eyes rolled back so far into her head, she was practically blind. “Oh, Damon!”
After spending Saturday night at Damon’s, she had him drive her back to J.D.’s because she didn’t have any more clothes. It simply wouldn’t do to show up at the station together, and her wearing wrinkled clothes from Saturday; after all, things had to look professional at work. However, Damon had told her that everybody probably knew that they were mates by now and that it would be no problem, but she insisted, and he didn’t argue.
Frankly, she wanted to see if this would last—that feeling that everything was right. Though she was afraid she would only feel it when he was around, she wanted to know now, before things got too serious. However, the moment he pulled out of the driveway, she was already missing him and couldn’t wait to see him again the next day. Was this what it was like with one’s mate? This feeling like she was missing a limb when he wasn’t around?
Monday morning came, and excitement thrummed in her veins as she entered the Blackstone Rangers headquarters. She’d already spied his truck in his parking space, so she knew he was in. After planting her things on top of her desk, she grabbed a file folder and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” came the curt reply.
Pushing the door open, she padded in quietly.
Damon’s head whipped up, and the scowl that usually marred his face dissolved. “You’re early,” he said, amused. Though his jaw was cleanly shaved this morning, she couldn’t forget how his scruff tickled her skin, well, everywhere.
“Am I?” His gaze full-on blazed with desire, and heat pulsed in her. “Damon … not here,” she warned.
A dark brow lifted up. “What did I do?”
“You know.” She smirked at him and planted a hand on her hip.
Slowly, calmly, he put the pen in his hand on the desk and then stood up, circling the desk to stalk toward her. With those green eyes, which reminded her of jades, piercing into her, she did, indeed, feel like prey.
