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“I was going to give you a massage until you shook that fine ass at me.” Rurik’s growl was almost like apurr.
“A massage sounds nice.” She started to crawl forward on the bed on her hands and knees, but he tugged her hips back, and she felt his pelvis bump against herbackside.
“Oh no, you little tease. I demand more.” His words came out rough andsexy.
She jerked when he pressed his cock in at that angle. It felt different from before, and it stretched her in a new way. She dropped her head on her arms against the bedding and moaned, absorbing the soreness of her channel and a whisper of pain mixed with the building pleasure of this new way of lovemaking. She’d fantasized about this, a man taking her from behind, someone who was completely in control, but she’d never imagined the reality would be so much more intense. Rurik thrust his hips, pushing deeper into her. They both shared amoan.
“More,” she begged, shifting her ass, encouraging him to movefaster.
Rurik gave her a little spank. “I’m trying to be gentle. You are still sore,” he reprimandedher.
“I don’t want gentle,” she replied as he withdrew until he was almost fully out. “I want you to let go of your control. Take me hard. Hard as you want.” She lifted her head and met his burning gaze over hershoulder.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His voice was gravelly, and his eyes swirled with that honey color. She now knew this meant his dragon was fighting to get to thesurface.
“Iknowwhat I’m asking,” she promised. “We’re in this together, remember?” She pushed back, driving him a little deeper intoher.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Tell me if I’m too rough.” He drove into her, his hands digging into her hips as he penetrated her over and over. The feel of him so deep inside her was heaven. She hissed out a breath as he moved faster, harder, but she didn’t want him to stop. It feltamazing.
He reached around her hips and teased her clit with the pad of his finger, causing her to explode. He kept fucking her, his hips pumping even as she sagged on the bed, her bodylimp.
Rurik thrust a few more times and gave a guttural cry as he pulled out of her, and something hot splashed down her thighs. He retrieved her towel from the floor and set about cleaning both of them, with surprising gentleness given the way he’d just claimed her. She collapsed on the bed, stretching out on herstomach.
“Wow,” shegasped.
Rurik chuckled as he ran a hand from her shoulders down to her bottom in a soothingcaress.
“Scoot up on the bed,” he ordered, but his tone wasgentle.
Charlotte clawed her way up the bed and collapsed when she reached the pillows. The bed dipped behind her, and large warm hands settled on her shoulders while Rurik’s knees settled on either side of her hips. He began to massage her, just as he’d said he would, rubbing deeply into her muscles. It felt so wonderful that she couldn’t…keep…her…eyes…
* * *
Rurik knewthe moment she fell asleep. He carefully picked her up and pulled back the covers before tucking her in. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, watching her, feeling like the most blessed man alive. He had a mate. The one thing he’d believed he would never have. He could have had this with Nikita, but he’d enjoyed a gentle contentment watching her work alongside him at the nightclub, and he’d convinced himself that was enough. And it had been, until she’d died. Losing Nikita had changed him in a way he hadn’t expected and had driven him to throw caution to the wind. His heart ached at the thought of what might have been with Nikita, but he couldn’t regret that he’d found Charlotte either. The complexity of the situation left him feeling lost until he looked down at his mate and the turmoil inside himeased.
He’d risked his family’s future, but he’d spent the last thousand years thinking of others. Wasn’t he due some measure of happiness? She was perfect. He hadn’t lied when he told her that. She was perfect in every way. Rurik brushed a lock of her hair back from her face and drank in the sight ofher.
Mymate…
He collected his jeans and sweater, putting them on before he searched for his cell phone. He’d shut it off to better enjoy the day with Charlotte, but now he need to call his brothers. There was much todiscuss.
He saw he had missed several calls from both Grigori and Mikhail. He also had half a dozenmessages.
Rather than listen to them, he called Grigori back. He answered on the firstring.
“Where the hell areyou?”
His brother’s panicked tone scared him. “What’swrong?”
“Is Charlotte with you? Just say yes orno.”
Rurik answered carefully. “Yes.” He knew the drill. When there was a risk of being compromised, everyone answered questions in a way so no one could overhear and understand the subject of theirconversation.
“Can she overhear you?” Grigori asked inRussian.
Rurik replied in kind. “No. She is asleep. What’swrong?”
“She’s a hunter for theBrotherhood.”
