Surrender to the Mate

LIANA

Sliding my hand down the godlike physique that is Lucian, I can’t think of a better way to wake up than this.

His hand moves up the curve of my body to my shoulder, up my neck and to my jaw. His fingers graze its edge before sliding into my hair to hold my mouth to his. Damn, he tastes good, even first thing in the morning, and our new connection is spiking my arousal to new heights.

I can feel the slick sheen coating my ready opening, which is quite literally pulsing for attention. The vibration of Lucian’s growl makes me shiver as he rolls us over and pins me beneath him. I look up at the magical new swirl in his eyes, and his pupils rapidly dilate in response to the scent of my nectar in the air.

He doesn’t resist the temptation, but holds my wrists down in a tight grip as he moves down the bed to rest between my thighs.

Before diving straight in he pauses a moment to look over my squirming neediness and down between my legs, licking his lips like a predator watching prey.

“Mmm, Lucian! Please. The suspense is killing me!” I moan, and he chuckles before obliging by nestling his face between my thighs and getting to work.

I immediately cry out some garbled, incoherent plea while his tongue laps and swirls around in all the right places. My cries get louder and I look down to see that his eyes are fixed on mine.

I’m completely trapped in this whirlwind of pleasure; there’s no escape. The look in his eyes floods me with a wave of heat while I’m devoured alive. Not that this would be a bad way to go; his skill is unmatched and he watches as he winds me into such a tight coil that I explode, with him admiring every detail of my intense orgasm.

With a satisfied groan, he moves up my body so quickly that I have no chance to come down before he plunges into my weeping core.

“Agh! Fuck! You’re so tight when you come,” he says.

I all but whimper at the dark seduction in his voice, and mewl like a kitten while he buries himself in my womb.

“FUCK! ~LUCIAN!~” I beg in a scream, and he groans, curving a hand around the back of my neck and holding me against the torture. “It’s too much!”

Cradling me into him, he shushes me gently as my breathing becomes wild.

“Ugh! Shit! I know, baby! Keep going. For me.” His voice is broken and hoarse with his need to ruin me with this overload of sensation. I can feel the tears burning in my eyes, and although it really is too much, the last thing I want is for him to stop. Clinging onto his giant shoulders, I hold myself against him, trying to keep myself rooted to earth. “Feel me, let me in,” he begs, almost croaking with the strain, and I force myself to open up our connection and let him flow through me.

The feeling is wildly overpowering for both of us, and his barely-there control snaps as he growls and bites at me everywhere he can reach, his teeth releasing the intoxicating venom into my blood as I writhe beneath him, screaming out in the only way I can release.

My insides grip him hard, and the claws I didn’t know I’d grown rip at the flesh of his shoulders, driving him wild. His eyes, now totally black, and his canines, dripping venom onto my neck and chest, where it tingles along its path—all become too much as I howl out a call of surrender to my mate, and burst around him.

His snarl is wicked, and he can no longer hold on. He shoots himself into me as deep as he can reach, holding my body still beneath him with quivering muscles, allowing himself to fill me with all he has.

I smile weakly as my body trembles with the aftershocks of my orgasm, while Lucian stays above me with his face in my neck, catching his breath. My head feels like it’s floating on a cloud with the high from his venom, and my whole body aches, but in the most delicious way.

“I’m sorry… You okay?” Lucian murmurs into the dip of my collarbone, making me frown.

“What?” I ask, confused, as he props himself up on an arm and looks deep into my eyes.

“I know I’m a lot to handle…like this. I know I push your limits…” His voice holds back slightly as he looks over my face.

“Lucian,” I murmur, getting his full attention as his eyes lock with mine. Lifting my hand, I rest it along the straight jut of his jaw, smoothing my thumb over his cheek. “I love you. You’re not too much… You’re the best.” I smile, and he searches for the truth in my eyes before smiling back.

“Where have you been all of my life, Liana?” he asks in wonder while trailing his finger along my collarbone, tickling me gently.

“Waiting,” I say with a smile. He sighs in contentment and smiles right back, everything about him relaxing while he gazes at me.

“I love you, Liana. My beautiful queen,” he coos softly, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip gently, leaving a small tingle in his wake.

“Your queen needs a shower,” I tease, resting my hand over his, and he chuckles, nodding with a slight bite of his bottom lip.

“I would be more than happy to offer my assistance, Your Highness,” he teases back, and I make a mock cringing face at his statement.

Out of the blue, his fingers move to my ribs and he tickles me, making me squeal and squirm.

“LUCIAN! STOP!” I scream, and he laughs lightheartedly.

“WHAT?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU?” he shouts back over my laughter before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me effortlessly to the shower, both of us still laughing at our little outburst.