Page 48 of The Love Bitten Series: Vol 2

Her cheeks stained pink, and she looked down, her lips curling into a frown. “I guess I should have thought that you’d prefer to know it was Ren training me.”

“Prefer to know?” I repeated in a tight voice. “As your consort, I deserved to know.”

She didn’t respond at first, but then her gaze met mine, and she nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Her apology mollified me a bit, but I was still steaming from what I’d seen when I popped into the gym. That sight would be burned into my brain for a few hundred years, at least. “And you should have told Ren straight off that you’d found your mate,” I growled. “Then he would have been smart enough to stay away from you.”

Callie gasped, her face a mask of outrage. “That’s ridiculous! I’m his student. Do you think he stops training every woman who finds her mate?”

“Yes.” My tone was matter-of-fact, and it obviously surprised her. “I admit, I went a little crazier because it was my brother. But, baby, you know how hard the mating instinct is riding me. Seeing any man with his hands on you, no matter how platonic, will drive me to the brink of my sanity.” I decided not to tell her that it wouldn’t be a whole lot better even after I’d claimed her. I had a feeling that little tidbit wouldn’t go over well at the moment. “Ren would have helped you find a new teacher—a female—so you could continue without his life being in danger.”

“Oh,” she whispered. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Regardless, I’ll be the one training you now.”

“Why can’t I just find a woman to continue to work with?”

I slid my hands from her shoulders down to cup her biceps and raised her body until our faces were level. “Because you’re mine.” The adrenaline and possessiveness hadn’t waned yet, and they burned beneath my declaration. The beast was no longer in the mood to kill. He wanted to fuck, to remind Callie who she belonged to in a way that would brand her forever.

My mouth crashed down on hers, and in seconds, we were standing beside our bed. I ripped her T-shirt open and did the same to her bra, then I cupped her full breasts as they spilled free.

She moaned as my thumbs swiped over her taut nipples and pressed her chest deeper into my hands. After massaging them for a few seconds, I glided my palms down her heated skin and ripped away her skintight pants and underwear. Knowing how much of her curves had been on display with those flimsy bottoms only fueled my jealous desire. I raised my hand and brought her underwear to my nose, inhaling deeply and groaning at the mouthwatering aroma. As I tossed them away, I realized she’d been wearing a thong and fucking lost whatever control I’d still possessed.

Picking her up, I tossed her on the bed and immediately followed, straddling her while on my knees. By the time I was in place, my clothes were gone as well. I grabbed her wrists and raised her arms above her head, securing them to the headboard with my magic.

Tweaking her nipples, I lowered my hips until my cock was flush between her thighs, pressing against her glistening pussy lips. “As tempted as I am,” I rasped. “I’m not going to claim you until you’re ready.” I rocked my hips and plucked her rigid buds. “But I am going to fuck this delicious, virgin pussy. Pop your cherry and fill you with my essence until it spills out of you, reminding you with every drop that you’re mine.” I moved my hands to press into the mattress on both sides of her head and bent low, nipping her lip. “And when that’s gone, I’m going to do it all over again, leaving my scent on you over and over again so no other motherfucking man will doubt who you belong to.”

Callie’s center was gushing with arousal, making slippery sounds every time I slid my cock up and down her slit. She moaned, and I nibbled at the corners of her mouth before murmuring, “You want it, baby, don’t you? To feel me moving inside you. To be owned by me.”

She moaned, but I wanted more. I lifted my hips and smiled wickedly when she whimpered in protest. “Tell me you want me, Callie. That you’re mine and always will be. Even if we haven’t completed the claiming. Tell me.”

“I want you inside me,” she gasped, and I rocked into her as a reward, letting the tip of my dick glide through her folds so it bumped her clit.

“What else?”

“I’m yours.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.” She moved restlessly, her eyes burning with passion as she stared into mine. “Please, Braeden. Take this ache away.”

“Anything for you, my love.” The term of endearment slipped out before I could think about holding it back. Callie stiffened for a moment, but then she wrapped her legs around my waist and begged me to make her come. Who was I to argue with that?

I sat back up and spread my knees as I smoothed my hands over her silky flesh. Then I hooked under her knees and gently urged her to release her hold on me. She was clearly not happy about it, and if I hadn’t been so overwhelmed with need, I would have laughed.

The magic around her wrists disappeared, and I grabbed her arms, pulling her up until she was kneeling in front of me. Her breasts swayed with each choppy breath, and I was tempted to feast on them first. But the craving to possess her was too strong.

Palming her ass, I brought her flush against my body, forcing her to spread her legs wide so she was straddling me. With my hands still on her round globes, I raised her up and lined my cock up with her drenched opening. Then little by little, I brought her down, easing myself into her tight channel. “Fuck,” I grunted. “I knew you’d be tight, but damn, baby.”

I had to work my way in, and I attempted to be careful, knowing her first time would be painful. But all my good intentions shattered when I felt my tip bump the barrier of her innocence.

Knowing she was mine and experiencing my desire for her and her reciprocation was one thing. But for some reason, feeling this proof that I was the only one to ever possess her, who would ever possess her, it took over my mind and body. I thrust my hips up as I slammed her down on my cock, seating myself fully inside her heat.

She cried out, and the sound broke through the haze enough for me to study her face to make sure she was all right. I was shocked and ecstatic when she licked her lips and squeezed her inner muscles around me. “Don’t stop, Braeden,” she panted. “Take me.”

The beast inside me roared with satisfaction, and I began to bounce her on my dick, punching my hips up each time she descended.

“Braeden! Yes!” Callie dropped her head back, exposing her throat, and I yanked back on my inner beast just before he sank his fangs into her neck to mark her as ours forever. The claiming between two daywalkers was slightly different than between one of us and a human. Technically, one could do it without the other’s consent. But most daywalkers went through the ceremony as a gesture, and we would too. Because forcing Callie to accept my claim would only prove to her that she’d been right to assume her consort wouldn’t respect her goals and wishes.

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