Mated By Fate by Christa Wick

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lips trembling,Esme shut her eyes and turned over onto her stomach while his hands swiftly stripped the robe off of her completely.

Feeling the loss of the silky barrier that had hid her body from his, she squeezed her eyes so tight that light danced against the inside of her eyelids.

Denver pushed her knees up under her, her ass elevated in the air in a pose of submission. Still in his pants, he leaned over her, one hand smoothing along the curve of her bottom as his teeth gently sank into her shoulder.

He licked the spot he had just bit, his tongue moving in sync with the glide of his fingers against her lower lips. You're awfully wet for someone with such strict ground rules about what I call her. Okay then. Can I still say your name, or should we stick with not-love and not-baby?”

Did he just… “So you’re going to mock me while you take me, is that it?” She shot him a killing glare, stung that he would be so callous as to throw her own words back in her face like this.

"Don't call me that! Not love, not baby. Just finish this so I can be done with you forever!"

She owned what she said. They couldn’t get caught up during the ritual, not even for a moment. That would inadvertently make this something more than it was.

Which she simple wouldn’t survive.

“Not mocking you. Just honoring your wishes. Not love. Not baby.” His callused fingertips found her clit, bullied it with soft strokes along its length. "I’m going to take what I've always wanted from you. We’ll follow your wishes…but on my terms. Definitely my pace."

He pinched her clit, making her gasp, her arousal rising to a fever pitch. The sweet rub of his fingers resumed, his voice rumbling through his chest as he taunted, "Again and again, I'm going to take what we’ve both needed.”

Yes. She couldn't say it, but the word rang inside her, low and with its own insistent throb.

Denver stepped back to strip the rest of his clothes away, returning quickly, a thick stream of precum already wetting his steel-hard erection. He trailed the broad, blunt head of his cock along the insides of her thighs, marking her, before his hands took up their slow tease of her pussy once more.

"Getting wetter, not-love." He kissed her lower back, between her shoulder blades, and then the back of her neck, tilting her head so he could suck at the sensitive column of her throat, marking her in that way as well.

Her hips began a restless dance she couldn't control, soaking his cupped hand with her juices as she took what relief she could.

Denver hissed, slipped two wide fingers inside her. “This tight little pussy is absolutely leaking, not-baby."

Somehow, the way he was complying with her demand for distance, in his own mercilessly twisted way, just made everything more charged, more out of hand.

That thin line between love and hate? Denver was playing it like a violin string, seesawing her back and forth over it, making her love and hate his wicked touch, his filthy dirty talk, until she thought she’d lose her mind if she didn’t hear him drop the ‘not.’

Damn him. She needed to stay strong and keep her wits about her.

Mulishly, Esme pressed her face against the mattress, muffling the moans of pleasure she couldn’t contain, and wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach in a futile attempt to contain her lust.

Denver countered by sliding his thick cock between her clenched thighs, wetting his shaft with her slick pussy while his thumb smeared her juices over the tight pucker of her anus. She whimpered, trembled under his skilled, deviant touch.

He bent down behind her and spread the plump cheeks of her ass wide so he could glide his tongue across the entrance to her pussy, tease the sensitive skin of her perineum before rimming that other hole again.

Her whole body jolted in a single hot rush before she clenched her outer and inner muscles in protest. She felt the soft rumble of laughter against her backside as Denver took a small nip of her bottom. Then another. This time a little harder, more demanding.

"Look at me, Esme."

There was no denying the command in his voice. His dominance curled like a fist around her spinal cord, pulling at her until she jerked her face in his direction, her eyes open and glaring.

He glared right back, burning gold irises trying to stare her into complete surrender.

“You’re going to break hard if you don’t stop fighting," he warned. “And you’ll wreck us both in the process.”

He stroked his hand along his dick, drawing her gaze to its mouthwatering size and teasing another squeaky whimper from her throat.

Precum still oozed from the fat crown as Denver rubbed his sticky fingers against her breasts, thumbed it across her nipples and along her rounded stomach, marking her as belonging to him and him alone. His intentions were abundantly clear, the warning even more so.

Heaven help any man that came near enough to scent his mark on her.

Esme pushed at his hand, her stare hardening. She didn't want to be marked, didn't want the memory of him on her skin.

She wasn’t his.

Growling, Denver bent down, grabbed his pants and yanked out a small wrapped disk from one pocket.

"You can't!" Esme started to panic. He couldn't claim her with a condom on. The instructions had been clear. His skin against hers for that moment of contact when he obliterated her shield, or the sacrifice of her virginity would be wasted.

"I know." His gaze grew more predatory. A wolfish smile shaped his mouth as he rolled the latex down his heavy shaft. He caressed the opening of her pussy gently. "I'm not taking your sweet cunt. Not yet."

His sinful smile broadened, a hint of fang showing as the tip of his index finger moved up her perineum. "I'm taking something else entirely." Then he bent once more, his face pressed between the globes of her ass, his tongue teasing the tight entrance into relaxing.

"No. Y-you can’t.”She barely got the words out, between the thinning air in her lungs and the thundering of her heart.

"Yes. I can.” He moved behind her, his hands heavy on her hips as he pulled her to him. "You're not driving this train tonight, Ems."

He rubbed his cock head along her pussy until her heavy juices soaked the condom. Draping his torso across her back then, he wrapped his arms around her, held her tight against him. "Every inch of your body belongs to me tonight, Esme. If you can't give me your heart, I'm going to take everything else."

“This isn’t part of the ritual,” she whimpered, wildly deviant pleasure tightening her chest as Denver rose back to his full height and slowly began nudging the broad head of his cock against the tight ring of muscles as virginal as her pussy.

So hard. So damn thick. But he’d made certain to make her slick and slippery enough to be able to take him without pain. He spread her cheeks wider, a savage sound escaping him when her formerly un-breached entrance swallowed the plump head of his cock. Inch after thick, hard inch, he worked his shaft deeper, until finally, his tight, heavy balls slapped against her pussy.

Panting, he started to thrust as if his life depended on it then, his fingers against her clit. All the while, Esme was fighting not to slam her hips back, gritting her teeth to hold back her pleas, even though all she wanted was to beg him to go deeper, faster. Harder.

She buried her face against the linen bedspread, but not even that could hide how every breath she expelled was tinted blue now with the magic that uncoiled from inside her. More witch light seeped from her pores, her pussy, each moan bent and hued as it left her.

"Every inch." Denver rumbled. "Mine." He pressed his lips against her shoulder, his elongated fangs scoring her skin along the back of her neck.

Hearing as well as feeling him stake his claim, Esme was powerless to keep her first release of the night from thundering through her body. It was explosive, shattering her into jagged pieces she knew she’d never be able to put back together the same way again.

Her ass tightened around his shaft, milking its surface for the tactile pleasure offered by each contoured vein and hard ridge as the flared head hooked and pulled inside her. She was his in that moment, completely, utterly.

But only for the moment. She refused to give him more than that.

She couldn’t.

Denver eased out. With no bulge of a knot in his thick girth, she knew he hadn’t been close to climax yet.

Giving her no time to recover, Denver quickly, but gently, flipped Esme onto her back. Seeing his cock start to balloon with need a few inches up from the base as he stripped the empty condom from his flesh, she felt certain he would take her then, complete the ritual.

Instead, he dropped to his knees, his hands pinning her thighs to the bed. His ravenous gaze soaked in the drenched folds of her pussy for several intense beats before he bent down to suck on her clit softly.

The surprisingly tender contact still threatened to whip another orgasm from Esme, however. And she bit down on her tongue to keep it from happening.

Lifting his head, Denver pierced her with a dark look. The thick fringe of his eyelashes magnified the intensity of his gaze. “Stop fighting it. You’re mine, Esme. You’ve known it as long as I have.”

He took a slow, lingering lick along the entire wet, pulsing seam of her sex as he growled. “This quivering pussy is mine. And only mine. To suck and lick and fuck."

Not just tonight.

The word didn’t pass his lips, but it was there in his eyes. As much a declaration as it was a warning, he was making it clear that he wouldn’t be giving up easily.

If at all.