Page 9 of Three's A Wrap
“Oh, my gods. Yes, more,” she screams, her mouth opening on a cry.
I slam into her with relentless thrusts, giving deep, steady strokes, filling her and stretching her cunt around me so she can take more.
Hearts beating in tandem and bodies melding, we move as one, her body welcoming and her hunger matching my own. I buck my hips, my shaft throbbing as I plunge into her. Her inner walls begin to clench around me, and I have to lock my jaw to keep from losing myself in her, wanting to extend her pleasure at least for a little longer.
She cries out and I groan, pulling out a little only to drive back in deep, my strokes sure and possessive as I piston harder. I almost falter, my cock slicking in and out of hot heaven, when it clamps down on me. She’s so soft and tight, and she feels divine in my muscled arms.
I feel pleasure ripple through her when she finally shatters on my cock. I melt into her heat, flooding her with my seed as pride fills my chest and soars through my veins.
I sense the moment when the mate bond takes hold, not changing my first bond, but linking them all together.
As soon as it does, she goes still in my arms, her hands losing their strict grip on my body. I cup her precious face in my hand and set her on her feet gently, holding her weight to me.
“You are magnificent,” I murmur, pushing the wisps of chocolate-colored hair from her face and tucking them behind her ear.
She smiles softly, and I lean down to kiss her lips.
I groan, my cock twitching for more inside her, but pull out reluctantly. She gasps at our separation, her nails biting as if to resist. As much as I want to fuck her repeatedly, forcing her to come on me as many times as she can handle, I can’t do it here.
Worry forces me to hasten my pace, even when I want nothing more than to be with this stunning beauty, exploring her, learning about her, and so much more. We need to complete the ritual.
I quickly retie my trousers and gather her clothes for her.
“I’m sorry, but we have to go,” I say, helping her redress.
The thought of what could happen if I don't get back to the antechamber in time floods me with terror.
“Okay,” she replies, her gaze tender, the line of her mouth content and slack.
A harsh clank echoes as the gold bracelet clatters to the floor, letting go of her wrist at last. I immediately reach for her bare arm and begin kissing it tenderly, knowing that whatever power I’ve been bestowed by my first lover will allow me to heal her.
Sure enough, within seconds the bruising on her arm fades. The red and raw marks wrapping around her forearm disappear, leaving pale pink skin beneath. I pocket the bracelet for safekeeping and reluctantly let go of my newfound mate as she rights her clothes, holding an arm out for her to balance herself as she toes on her strange looking shoes.
The ground chooses this moment to shudder under us, rocks and debris shaking from the stone ceiling, pelting the ground. I dive to her when she screams, covering her sweet and fragile body with mine.
“We've got to go,” I yell.
I pull her hand to me and rush towards the tunnel I was heading to before I found her.
“I’m Chloe,” she says, squeezing my hand in hers.
I stop so suddenly I have to catch her to keep her from falling.
“Chloe,” I repeat, letting the sound of her name wash over me. My lips lift into a grin as I stare down at her and sketch a bow. “Sebastian St Vincent, my lady, at your service.”
I bask in the warmth of her pretty smile.
I move to kiss the crown of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of jasmine and frankincense, before pulling her along.
What anastonishingwoman. I do hope she’s fond of surprises.
Chapter 4
Chloe Landry
Sebastian St Vincent. What a name!
I have so many questions, but I get the vibe that now isn’t the time for them. Especially with the determined scowl on his face that’s been present since the bracelet fell off and the whole collapsing tunnel.
