Page 48 of A Mate for Vasek
“Doesn’t matter.” Vasek tore the shirt off with a sexy grin that showed his fangs.
Her jaw dropped at the display of firm, perfectly sculpted muscles. Damn, she was one lucky bitch!
But she didn’t have time to marvel at his perfect physique. Every touch of his firm fingers and skillful lips threatened to set her alight with desire. She kissed every part of him she could reach, smelling and tasting him, and reveling in his wonderfullymasculine scent. Need was searing through her, and she was ready to beg by the time his hand reached between her thighs.
Then his mouth was there too, and Dawn, needing something to hold onto, undid the thong holding his hair at the nape of his neck. She slid her fingers into the long, dark strands. But now, his mouth was at her mound too.
She moaned at the first lick.
“Fuck. You taste so good, my mate.”
His mate. Why did that make her even hotter?
Then Vasek was devouring her, kissing and licking her clit as he thrust his fingers into her. She panted and grasped for whatever control she could as something inside her tightened and her knees started to shake.
Every thrust of his fingers and exquisite circle of his tongue had her hips jerking. And when he added another finger, stretching her, she crashed headlong into bliss. The world exploded around her in sparks of white. She was still shaking from her release when Vasek flipped her over to her hands and knees.
He pushed her chest down and lifted her hips, supporting her with strong hands. He palmed her ass before leaning in and biting lightly at one cheek and making her yelp.
“This ass is mine, Dawn. You are mine. My mate. And I’m never letting you go.”
In her lust-filled mind, that sounded just about right. She was sure they’d still need to hash things out, but that was for later. Right now, she just wanted to get fucked. She wiggled her ass, then shoved it back at him, trapping his cock between their bodies. She giggled, satisfied, when he groaned.
Then he was there, spreading her cheeks and lining them up. He filled her in one fluid motion, and she hissed at the sudden and thorough intrusion. He filled her so completely that there was no room for air. Maybe it was the position, but it bordered on pain, and she instinctively tried to crawl away.
“Mine,” he snarled.
She wasn’t really trying to get away. She wanted him. But it was just so much, and she needed—
Then he was fucking her, fighting to pump in and out of her, as her channel gripped onto him despite how wet she was. Pleasure and pain assaulted her senses, and there was nothing she could do, not even scream, as he pummeled into her with firm, powerful strokes. She dug her fingers into the mattress, scratching and scraping through the overwhelming sensations.
She finally drew enough air to scream into the mattress. Then the world seemed to fade away, and it was only them with everything they shared. One shared breath. Two hearts beating. A silence so loud it was deafening. Then she was consumed by the fireworks that lit up around her and brought her back into the world.
Vasek
Vasek rejoiced in the sense of ultimate victory. Dawn’s body shook from rapture, her screams filling his ship with proof of her bliss. He continued to fuck her, trying to draw out her pleasure.
He loved the sound of her screams. The way she shook and shuddered under him. He loved the feeling of her channel clenching around him, milking him. And he wanted to feel it again and again.
But it was too much. The tingling was starting at the base of his spine, and he knew it was a matter of time before it took over. Jaw tight, he closed his eyes and pumped wildly into her, his movement bordering on erratic. Then he was there, his release pouring from him with a loud snarl.
He was leaning over her, one hand on the mattress, holding himself up, afraid to move in case he collapsed on her. With much effort, he lowered himself to the bed beside her and rolled them so she was lying on top of him.
“I think you tired me out,” she said, yawning.
“Then I consider that a job well done.”
“There’s no doubt about that. I think I might need an encore.” She yawned again. “But maybe after a nap.”
Vasek’s translator paused briefly at the strange word, but eventually filled it in, finding it in another Earth language. “Of course.”
But Dawn was already drifting off. As her breathing slowed, Vasek closed his eyes, praying to the Stars that this would not be the last time they were together.
***
“Good morning, my mate.” The endearment felt so right, and Vasek knew he would never be bored of calling her his mate.
He’d never felt so much joy as he had with her in his arms and his bed. But he wasn’t sure how she’d react when she woke. Afraid that she’d demand he let her go, he’d taken off in the middle of the night, so they were currently above Vosthea, staying synced with Kean’s stronghold.
