Chapter Eight
Laird thrilled at the taste of his mate. He’d planned a long, drawn-out seduction in his mind, but she’d surprised him once again with her trust that they would be able to make this work together, now that his intentions had been clarified. He knew that they would indeed make it work because he’d do anything in his power to make certain this woman was happy for the rest of her life.
His hands moved back up along her arms until their fingers clasped together. It was shocking how connected it made him feel to her. Laird reluctantly left her sweet lips, to trail his tongue and mouth along her delicate neck. He sucked over the spot on her shoulder that now bore his mark, causing her hips to buck beneath him as she moaned in pleasure. One of her long legs wrapped around his hip, pulling him closer, close enough that he could feel the wet heat of her pussy brush along his hard cock. When he let his weight fall against her, he was the one groaning as he rubbed the length of his engorged flesh in between her wet folds. He thought back to their first night together, the feel and taste of her most delicate flesh against his tongue, and he needed to taste every inch of her this time.
“Hmm, I think I should have left your hands tied, little cat,” he mumbled as he shifted his ass down so that he could move lower. “Your touch is distracting me from my plan of attack.”
She laughed then, even as she moaned when his cock slipped down and she could no longer grind herself against him. “What’s that they say, ‘All’s fair in love and war’?”
The feel of her fingers tangling through his hair as he lowered his mouth to one peaked nipple was perfection. He laved and suckled at her until it was swollen and red, and then he moved his attention to the other. Her quick intake of breath when he bit down on the nub was an intriguing reward. He’d have to explore the possibility of her reaction to that small taste of pain later on. He left his fingers and thumbs to continue to tease her sensitive breasts as he kissed his way down her stomach and finally to the bare mound of her pussy. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and he drew in a deep breath of it before he ran the tip of his tongue in between the wet folds.
Sybella’s legs opened wide for him, and her deep sigh as he slowly licked the full length of her satisfied his inner cat immensely. Finally, he was caring for his mate, giving her the pleasure she needed, and something inside of him felt completed. Laird used his fingers to open up the swollen lips of her pussy, his tongue covering every inch of her as it was revealed to him, and when the hard, little nub of her clit was the only spot left he hadn’t tasted she groaned out his name in a plea.
“Please, Laird.”
“Mmm, is this what you want?” He teased her clit, running circles around it with the tip of his tongue, holding her hips firmly when she tried to move them.
“Suck it, please.” Her voice was a desperate whisper. “I need to come, and then I need to feel your cock filling me up.”
He needed that, too, to sink his now aching shaft into the warmth of her body, into the only woman he would ever take from now on, the only woman who could complete his soul.
Laird wrapped his lips around the swollen piece of flesh and suckled it as he used the tip of his tongue to move back and forth over the sensitive nerve endings. He slipped two fingers slowly inside of her wet passage just in time to feel her entire body shudder and tense as she screamed out his name in ecstasy. Still, he did not release her. He slowly moved his digits inside of her, still licking at her clit, until she came once again, only this time he drew back and soothed her flesh with gentle kisses.
He looked up the length of her body, and the sheer beauty of her took his breath away. Her dark auburn hair was in a wild halo around her head, a stark contrast to the white sheets below them. Her eyes were closed, and she had a sweetly satisfied smile on her beautifully pink, perfect lips. The creamy pale skin of her chest and neck was flushed with desire, and the deep breaths she was taking caused her perky breasts to move with each inhale, hypnotizing him with their dance.
Laird moved his hand down to stroke his hard cock, spreading the wet pre-cum that had escaped in his desire all over to ease his movements. He was so turned on at this point that with a few strong pulls he could be shooting his seed all over his mate’s soft belly, marking her with his scent—but he wanted to feel her softest flesh surrounding him. He wanted to feel the muscles of her pussy contracting in her pleasure, working to draw the seed from his body, to plant his legacy in her womb. He moved up to rest in the cradle of her thighs. Slowly, with his shaft in hand, he rubbed the weeping head along her wetness. The scorching heat of her flesh causing more of his essence to escape from the tip, teasing them both as he spread it to mingle with her own.
“You are a terrible tease, mate.” Her eyes opened, and she smiled at him once again. “I need you to fuck me now.”
He did not answer her; he simply pushed himself forward to slowly sink into her entrance. Laird took his time, feeling every single inch as it welcomed his throbbing flesh. This was different than the first time. It wasn’t the rush of hormones and urgent alarms that had made their first joining so explosive. This was like coming home. He felt the soul deep connection to this woman, this fierce, strong, and amazing woman. He was humbled that she had accepted him as her mate, and he would spend the rest of their lives making sure that he did his best to surpass all her expectations of him. When he finally was as deep as he could get, his balls nestled against her soft body, he looked deeply into her eyes.
“You are mine, Sybella.” His voice was raw with emotion, and his hand rose to cup her cheek. “From now until the end of us. My mate, forever.”
“Yes, Laird.” She nuzzled her face into his hold. “I am yours as you are mine—forever.”
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“Forever” seemed to be the magic word, for as soon as it left her lips, Laird began to finally move inside of her. His thick length drew back until it was almost free of her, and then he plunged back inside with the most wonderful power. The more she writhed and purred underneath his powerful body, the faster and stronger his thrusts were. Bella could feel his need and his lust for her, and it only multiplied her own, making her feel crazed to have him deeper inside of her, to be as connected as two people can be.
“More, love.” She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him down so that she could kiss and lick along his chiseled chest. “Harder, deeper.”
He grunted and followed her commands, and she couldn’t stop her nails from digging into his ass to urge him on. The force of his pelvis slapping against her own sent a sharp pleasure through her clit, and he cursed as her muscles fluttered around his shaft.
Goddess, I am so close!
The thick flesh inside of her filled her in the most incredible way, and with her body still sensitive from her previous orgasms, one more hard thrust in she finally toppled over the abyss into the warm pleasure that awaited them both. Sybella dug in those nails and pulled his ass in tight to her as she sank her shifted teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. She hung on tight as his hips bucked hard against her and he screamed out her name, emptying his seed inside of her body, just as she’d needed him to.
She softly licked at the droplets of blood that seeped from the marks from her teeth, and her cougar preened at how fiercely they’d marked their mate. Laird groaned as he wrapped one arm around her and moved them to lie on their sides, his flesh still buried inside of her.
“Mmm, it's nice up here.” Laird pulled her in closer and nuzzled her neck. “So quiet. My life doesn’t have a lot of quiet these days.”
“Well, I hope you remember that in six months when you’re cursing the fact that the nearest Starbucks is in Chilliwack.” She sighed, her mind already thinking ahead and worrying that he’d regret agreeing to move here for her.
“I will have to travel at least a couple times a month. I have meetings that can’t be missed.” He leaned back and then kissed her quickly and gave her a wink, “Oh, and I do have a helicopter at my disposal for emergencies—so in life or death situations … we could have the coffee flown in.”
She laughed, loving this lighter side to her mate. Bella would never have guessed this side was there, but she looked forward to bringing it out more—Laird seemed too serious most of the time. Maybe together, they would be able to help ease each other’s burdens.