Page 15 of Bought By the Cerberus
The first flick of his tongue against my swollen center tore a sob from my throat. “Theron!”
He rumbled low in response, the sound vibrating straight through me. His tongue was burning hot with that faint edge of hellfire. He licked me slowly, tasting, testing. When I gasped, he did it again. When I arched into him, he followed, relentless.
“Please,” I begged. “Theron, please!”
Theron growled deeper. His claws tightened on my thighs, holding me open for his snout. Every stroke of his tongue was firmer, hungrier, until I was writhing under him.
“You’re driving me… Gods!” My voice broke as he circled that aching spot over and over.
He pulled a sharp cry from me when his teeth grazed my swollen flesh. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me he could. The danger of it sent me spiraling higher, my body strung so tight I thought I’d snap.
“Theron! I… I can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” he snarled against me, his voice a ragged scrape of heat and hunger. Then his tongue plunged deep, the flat of it dragging up through me before he latched on to that tender peak and sucked hard.
The world shattered. My thighs clamped around his head, my hips jerking helplessly. I screamed his name as release torethrough me. He didn’t stop, drinking me down with greed, as if he could feast on my pleasure forever.
By the time it ebbed, I was shaking, gasping, ruined, and still pinned under the worship of his mouth. A deep warmth flared over my palm, pulsing like a heartbeat just under my skin. I glanced down as a faint amber glow traced itself on my hand.
Theron nuzzled my wrist, his snout still moist with my juices. “Our bond is forming. Your body recognizes its mate.”
Mate. It was such a powerful word. But it was the only thing that could explain it, this connection I felt to Theron. We had been made for each other.
He rose above me, his massive frame blocking out everything else. Between his legs, his cock hung heavy and thick, already wet at the tip. The size of him should have scared me, but it only made me ache more. My body clenched around empty air, desperate for him. “I need you inside me.”
“And I need to be part of you when the bond completes,” he said, positioning himself against my opening. “To claim you properly.”
He pushed forward slowly, the broad head stretching me. “Breathe, Callista. Let me in.”
The burn was intense, but his heat and the way his hellfire wrapped around us eased the way. I exhaled slowly, consciously relaxing, letting him sink deeper.
“You feel like everything I never knew I needed,” he said, his voice tight with restraint.
When he was fully seated, we both went still. The glow under my skin pulsed brighter, and something shifted in the air around us. The bond, strengthening with our joining.
“Move.” I rolled my hips, testing the feel of him inside me.
His control shattered. He pulled away and thrust back inside, setting a rhythm that was both tender and demanding. Each stroke hit places inside me that made light explode behind my eyelids. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“Yours! I’m yours, Theron!”
I could feel him everywhere, in my bones, in my blood, claiming me completely. His sheer presence erased every cruel word I’d ever believed about myself. Death energy pulsed between us, weaving through the hellfire that consumed everything but me.
I could almost see them now, the threads he had spoken about. The lines of power that would bind us forever. They wove around us, gentle, but undeniable, a fate we’d always been meant to have.
Theron could see it too, because with every single thrust, he became more feral. “Come for me! Come for your mate.”
His words triggered something inside me I hadn’t even known was there. Ecstasy erupted over me, and I screamed. His name? Mine? A plea? I didn’t know. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t think,could barely even breathe. The only thing I could focus on was the pleasure.
My body drew him in deeper, as greedy for him as he was for me. Theron didn’t disappoint. He roared his release, his fangs finding my throat as he spilled inside me. Hellfire exploded around us, so violent it cracked the stone ceiling. But he didn’t bite, not yet. Instead, he held me as I shook apart in his arms, murmuring broken endearments into my hair.
Through some kind of miracle, I managed to make myself speak. “Now.” I bared my throat, offering myself to him. “Please, now. Claim me.”
Theron pressed his fangs against my pulse. The claiming bite would complete our soul bond, sealing what had begun in a massacre and grown through recognition.
The door exploded inward.
“By order of the Moirae!” A familiar white-furred figure strode through the entrance. “Stand down, brother.”
