“Oh my.” Amaya looked around as he placed her on the bed gently before opening the champagne, handing her the glass and then offering her the chocolate covered strawberries. “What’s this? They’re my favorite!”

“Yes, Aggie told me so here you are,” he quipped, before starting to undress, allowing his clothes to lie where they fell. Hell, that was a first. His OCD had disappeared. For tonight anyway.

Naked he stood before her, staring down at the woman who’d changed his life, a vision in red that had his cock hardening and lengthening so fast that Amaya almost choked on the strawberry she was enjoying. “Wow!” She took a quick gulp of her drink before placing it on the ground next to the bed. “I guess I should get out of this dress.”

“Let me.” He joined her, reaching behind and slowly tugging the zipper down, lower and lower until the material fell away exposing her back before pulling the dress off and throwing it over his shoulder to reveal nothing more than a pair of lace panties. She hadn’t worn a bra, her full breasts now free for him to devour and the panties would be gone soon too, his fingers slipping into the sides and hauling them off quickly. “Finally,” he groaned. “I’ve been desperate for this all evening.”

“Me too.” She stretched, her body arching and her voice a purr, all cat as she smiled up at him. “Come to me, Quinn.”

He crawled up her body, caging her in with his arms either side of her head, and finally they were ready to cement their bond. Her eyes hooded, desire already pooling between her legs . . . he could smell it clearly in the air around them, her tongue darted out licking along her lips before she announced, “I’ll have to mark you as mine,”

“I know.”

“No, I mean not just the bite you spoke of when you told me about a Bloodmating. I’m a Tiger, my claws will come out when we mate properly, and I won’t be able to stop myself from raking across your thigh. I’m sorry.” She looked chagrined as she spoke, her eyes flitting away.

“Don’t apologize, baby.” He leaned down, catching her nipple between his teeth for a quick nip. “It’s who you are and you never have to say sorry for that. Not to me, not to anyone.”

She turned back, the silver in her eyes glittering in the moonlight, her smile bright. “I love you, my mate.”

“I love you, my Bloodmate.” He nudged at her entrance, her thighs parting to allow him in, his cock throbbing with need as it slid inside. “This will be hard and fast, baby.”

“Good.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass and thrust up, hard.

They set a fast pace, their bodies in sync as they both sought a fast release . . . and to reach that zenith so they could finally finish their bond. It was what they both craved, needed, desired more than anything. More than sex, more than desire, more than anything they yearned to feel that true connection of being fully bonded and now was that moment. Their bodies feverishly slapping together, lips crashing together, tongues lashing against the other’s in a wild ride to reach that goal.

He’d been desperate for this, the last few days had been torture. Absolute fucking torment but now they were near, so damn near, his balls tightened, Amaya gasped, her head falling back, his fangs descended and the moment was now! He reached down, his mouth searching and latching onto the side of her neck as hers mirrored his, fangs piercing her soft skin and drinking down her sweet blood as his orgasm blasted through his entire being. Her bite was swift and her claws scraped across his upper thigh but he barely felt it through the euphoria that filled his body. Between her blood filling his mouth and dripping down his throat and the ecstasy flowing through his body there was no pain whatsoever as he flew higher and higher, his hips thrusting again and again as his seed emptied deep inside his one, his only true love: his Bloodmate.

Another pull of her sweet blood and Quinn retracted his fangs, licking over her wounds, and then kissed her thoroughly for long moments as he grew soft inside her. It was long moments before he pulled back and fell to her side, wrapping his arms around her and tugging her into him as she purred, literally purred deep in her throat. “Are you okay?” He opened his eyes to check on her.

She appeared to have a semi-shift going on, one of her hands had claws instead of fingers, and her eyes were pure Tiger as she nodded. “Yes, I’m glorious. I can feel you . . . inside. I can feel you. We’re truly mated, Quinn. Finally. My beast is happy. I’m happy. But that took a little out of me, trying not to fully shift, so I think I’ll nap now. Okay?”

He chuckled as she purred again, snuggling closer to him as he pulled a sheet over them. He’d never felt so happy in his entire damn life. “A nap sounds good.”

Thorne was dancing, drinking and having a wonderful time. The party was in full swing and everyone was merry, everything had kicked up a notch after Quinn’s proposal, the women present had suddenly become overly romantic and he had a lively blonde in his arms when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He ignored it. It was a party after all. But when it started up again, and again, and again, he excused himself and went out into the hallway, tugging it out, furious at the interruption but almost had a heart attack when he saw the number: Jana Noskova’s.

“What the fuck?” He picked up quickly. “Hello?”

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” she barked out furiously. “I’ve been calling you for ages, Thorne, and Quinn, he’s not answering either. Where is he?”

“He’s . . .” Thorne paused, not sure how to answer such a delicate question. “Indisposed.”

“That’s not an answer,” Jana replied cold as ice. “You need to listen to me and listen very carefully. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Thorne’s heart sank, this wasn’t good. In fact, he suspected what she was about to say was bad. Very, very bad.

He was right.

“Ace!” he roared, slamming his way through guests right and left, not caring whether they were important or not. A Wolf grabbed him, shouting an obscenity for being manhandled but Thorne pushed him away, continuing and roared again., “Ace! Where the fuck are you?”

Ace appeared next to him a moment later. “What’s wrong? Why are you throwing Quinn’s guests around? He’s not going to be happy about that, Thorne.”

“Shut up and get your men, now. We need to go get Quinn and Amaya.”

“What? Are you fucking insane?” Ace shook his head. “They’re at a gazebo at the lake, and they’re, well, they’re bonding, Thorne. I’m not going to interrupt that! I happen to like living. He’ll tear our hearts out if we go anywhere near there.”

“You don’t fucking understand.” Thorne grabbed onto Ace, pulling him along behind him. “You get your men, now, you hear me? I’m not asking you. I’m ordering you to get your men and follow me right this fucking minute! If you don’t they’re both dead!”