Page 102 of Shaped By Darkness

She does. Her mouth falls open, her tongue darting out to meet mine so quickly the taste of her explodes in my mouth, and I can’t bite back the happy rumble of my wyvern.

Serena is going to be the death of me, and what a way to go.

Pressing up on her tiptoes, she throws her arms around my neck as her tongue plays with my lip ring before tugging on it with her teeth. The rumble in my chest quickly turns into a growl as I scoop her up into my arms, my fingers biting into the soft skin of her thighs right under that plush ass, and I can’t resist the urge to feel her.

I’ve been mated to Serena for years, since we were children. At first we were friends, but as we got older, the feelings changed.It started as a crush and eventually turned into other feelings I didn’t understand until after she was gone. Seeing her again on Earth, grown and so fucking beautiful, it was like someone grabbed hold of my heart and squeezed.

I’ve craved her in every way I can have her, my beast pressing me to seal our bond in the most primal way. But I knew she needed time. I was a stranger, and then we were at odds. It was never the right time, and it still might not be with everything going on lately. But I’m not a strong man when it comes to Serena. She owns me, and if this is what she wants, if she wants me…

Serena reaches down, gripping the bottom of my shirt, her nails scraping against my stomach in her haste to pull my shirt over my head, and I hiss as the feeling goes right to my already throbbing cock.

Tossing my shirt over her shoulder, she slams her lips back to mine hard enough that I know hers will be red and bruised after this. That shouldn’t excite me the way it does, but I can’t deny I love the idea of her walking around like that, knowing it is from her time with me. My beast loves the idea as well, which is strange, seeing as I don’t think wyverns mark their mates.

Shifting her in my arms, I trail my fingers up her back. I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my lips as I feel her shiver, her lips slowing as her breath catches when my hand tangles in her hair. She comes easily as I use my hold on her to pull her back so that I can look into her eyes.

“Calm down, my love, we have the rest of our lives,” I tell her, trying to calm the raging beast inside of me as well. Looking down at her, I see the lust as it swirls in those beautiful blue eyes, and it’s intoxicating to have her look at me like that. Like she craves me as much as I crave her.

This time, it’s Serena’s growl that fills the air, making my beast still for the first time in a long time. My wyvern is an alphaasshole, dominant and demanding; he doesn’t do well with others trying to be in charge. Which might have been part of the reason Lyle and I didn’t get along, but right now he’s happy to listen, to fold to Serena’s will.

“I don’t want to calm down, Garrett. I’ve loved you all my life, been yours since we were children. I never wanted to be important. The idea of being the queen to people who hate me terrifies me, but I’ll do whatever I have to in order to stay by your side. I want all of you, forever.”

She pulls against my hold on her hair, and I let my fingers loosen, worried I might hurt her if I don’t. My head tips back as she pulls a groan from me at the feeling of her lips as she presses them to my chest, kissing and nipping her way up my neck, nibbling at my ear.

“Make me yours, Garrett. I think we’ve waited long enough. I want you to own me.” Her warm breath ghosts over my ear as her hips roll against my cock, and I feel the last bit of my willpower melt away.

I’m not sure she can be much clearer than that.

Turning around, I toss her across the room; she lets out a squeak of surprise as she bounces on the bed, eyes wide. I didn’t intend to scare her, but she should know by now I’d never hurt her. Before she can yell at me or whatever she plans to do, I’m there, my fingers wrapping around her ankle as I yank her down the bed to me, slamming my lips back to hers. It was only a moment, but already I need to taste her.

I reach blindly, finding the ties of her pants and undoing them before quickly pushing them down her legs along with her underwear. She wiggles and kicks, helping me get her out of them as she presses up into my chest. The feel of her like this is already so damn much, and there’s still a layer of clothes between us.

It takes everything in me not to let my hands shift into claws and shred her clothes. I probably would have if I hadn’t just overheard her yelling at the twins for it a few days ago.

She almost headbutts me when she flies up, hastily pulling off her shirt and her bra, and I can’t even be upset. Her eagerness only makes me harder, and I quickly move to push my pants and boxers to my ankles, only to freeze when I look back up and find her completely bare on the bed.

Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling, and the fucking world could be ending around us, and I wouldn’t be able to look away as I drink her in, determined to memorize every inch of her.

“If you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’m going to lose my mind,” she rasps, extending an arm and reaching for me.

I’ve never been able to deny Serena anything; I won’t start now.

My palms sweat, hands trembling as I move back toward her, where she’s laid out on the bed just for me. I let my hands rest on her knees, and the skin-to-skin contact has my beast so close to the surface that I have to bite my cheek to keep my fingers from shifting to claws. Pushing her legs to the side, I step into her, my eyes drawn to her pussy, and I stop for a moment, taken aback by how fucking wet she is.

“Is this all for me?” I ask, reaching out to run two fingers from her entrance to her clit, making her whimper before I pull away, holding my hand up for her to see. Her eyes dart to my hand, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment as she looks but doesn’t answer.

That won’t do.

Stepping closer, I let my cock press against her, rubbing up against her sensitive clit, making her fingers fist in the sheets as her back arches off the bed, looking for more than simple touches.

With her eyes still fixated on my hand, I press those two fingers into my mouth. Her eyes go wide, and I swear I almost come just from the taste of her. I’ve smelled her arousal and felt it through the bond, but tasting her is something else entirely.

I’m moving without thought, dropping to my knees at the end of the bed, swinging her legs over my shoulder, and banding an arm across her waist to keep her still.

The need to taste her fully, to make her come on my tongue, is the only thing I can think about even as my cock throbs.

I’m going to fuck her every way she will let me.

Pressing my tongue to her entrance, I slowly lick up to her clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves until she’s squirming before I move back down. I do that over and over, up and down, until she’s thrashing under my hold. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she alternates between pulling me closer and trying to shove me away.

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