“Misha.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me what you need, what only I can give you.”
“You! I need you, Misha.” She paused beforeturning her head to lock eyes with me.
“Fuck me, Misha. Please. I need you. It hurts,” she begged.
“What my mate wants, my mate gets,” I said as I thrust a finger inside her, marveling at how tight and hot she was. I hesitated as my finger hit the delicate barrier indicating her innocence.
“Gonna give you what you need. Gonna make sure that needy pussy always gets what it wants,” I promised as I added another finger in an attempt to ready her for my cock.
My patience was thin, and I was on the verge of losing all control, but the idea of hurting Freya was enough to leash the beast—at least, for the moment. Wetness coated my fingers as I picked up my pace, and right as her tight channel spasmed around my fingers, I replaced them with my cock.
It felt like heaven and hell, slowly pushing inside her. I felt her hymen and braced my teeth against her shoulder. At the same time as I broke through her virginity, my teeth sank back into her shoulder, pinning her in place. She was mine in every sense of the word, connected from head to toe, bound by blood. Her taste exploded in my mouth, and my rhythm sped up.
She felt incredible, like nothing I had ever experienced. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted Freya to feel me everywhere on her body. I didn’t want a single spot free of my mark or touch. I reached a hand under her and wrapped it around her throat before pulling her upright so she was sitting in mylap.
“Ride me, temptress. Take what you need,” I encouraged, her hips jerking in my lap.
Freya hesitated for a moment before she lifted herself off my cock, leaving just the tip inside her before lowering back down. We both groaned, and she leaned back, wrapping an arm around my neck. Cupping her breasts, I held still as she writhed in my lap, sliding up and down on my cock at a brutally slow pace. I felt every inch of her like that, every ripple and clench of her perfect pussy.
She sped up, her arms dropping to brace herself on my thighs. Letting go of her breasts, I slid a hand over her swollen clit, and she jolted from the sensation. Her movements became erratic as I kept the pressure up, and soon, I was rewarded with her orgasm. Freya’s pussy clamped down on my cock, locking me in place as she gasped and clutched me to her. I gave her a moment to settle, knowing she was oversensitive, but my animal wasn’t sated yet.
Pulling her off my cock, I laid her down on the grass, fully naked in the moonlight. Grabbing her ankles, I pulled my mate’s legs over my shoulder before plunging back into her. Her eyes glowed, and lightning flashed across the sky as she moaned. My own virgin sacrifice, splayed open for my pleasure under the full moon. It felt like we were in our own bubble, our bodies wrapped around each other, becoming one. Seeing my mark on her neck, my pace quickened until I was emptying myself inside of her. It was the longest, hardest I had ever come as Ibrutally pounded into my mate.
“You can take it, mate. All of me.” Dropping her ankles from my shoulder, she locked them around my back, holding my hips against her. I dropped my forehead against hers, capturing Freya’s mouth in a heated hiss.
“I’ve marked you as mine. You gave yourself to me. There’s no turning back after this. I’m a part of you now, Little Storm. There’s no more running away. We face things together, now and forever.” She held my gaze, searching for something before she nodded in agreement, nuzzling my shoulder.
I softened inside of her, but was reluctant to separate our bodies. Noise from the cemetery reached me as the party began spreading to different areas of the campus. As gently as I could, I stripped Freya of her ripped clothing before once again stuffing her into my shirt. I lifted her into my arms and felt my heart sigh as she rested her head against my chest. I carried her back to my room, not even entertaining the idea of sleeping apart. Now that I had finally caught Freya, I wasn’t giving her any chances to run again.
Chapter 13
Freya
When I woke up, I was surrounded by Misha in every sense of the word. My muscles ached, and I was sore in places I didn’t know existed. My neck was throbbing where he had marked me, and a matching ache was developing between my legs.
Misha was curled around me with an arm under my head and another around my waist, anchoring me to him. As I marveled at all of the new feelings, the throb in my neck morphed into something…more.
I felt Mikhail’s breathing change, and knew he was awake. He nuzzled my neck, but I was too focused on everything else I was feeling. It was as if a piece of Misha was now inside of me, a window into his emotions.
I was overwhelmed by the power and strength within him, but the connection went deeper. I could sense his bear, satisfied that he had finally claimed me.Is this what it means to be a fated mate? If I feel him this way, what is he feeling from me?
“Talk to me, Little Storm. We are connected now.I can feel your anxiety and the powers you’ve been hiding. I vow that no matter what you tell me, I will always have your back and will do whatever it takes to protect our future together.”
I could feel the sincerity through our connection, but more than that, his devotion and love. Turning in his arms so we were face-to-face, I spent a minute just taking him in, all that power and beauty. And he was mine. Running my fingers over the scar that ran over the side of his face, my breath caught as he grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss on my palm. His stare was patient and unwavering.
“Have you ever heard of an Element?” I whispered, my voice shaky at first.
“I’ve heard stories, but I’ve never met one, and to my knowledge, our clan hasn’t had any interaction with them. Is that what you are? You can control the wind?” he asked.
“Yes and no.” I sighed, looking away.
“Elements are rare, and most of us are in hiding. Both my parents were Elements, and when they had me, it soon became clear that instead of taking after one or the other, I took after both…and then some.”
“I feel the powers inside of you, the pull from all of the elements. There is pain and fear. Tell me who hurt you, my love.”
“Vampires treat Elements like a delicacy—the older they are, the harder they track us. Drinking from an Element grants one their powers and earthly connections. They think they’re getting high off of it, when in reality, it allows vampiresto feel human, tethered to the earth and all the living things we can connect with. We moved around often, but a specific group of vampires had discovered the three of us, and tracked us around the world.