Fated

Chapter 35

Cara let instinct take over as she took several steps back from the determined warrior standing between her and the bedroom door. His face intent, his body tensed for action, he mirrored her steps until her thighs met the bed. She searched around for an escape but could find none. The gentleness of his hands on the base of her T-shirt surprised her, as did the swiftness with which it was tossed over her head. Desire rushed through her; God she wanted this man. He stepped into her and reached for the button on her jeans. Heat enveloped her as the zipper was tugged down before her jeans and thong were pushed to pool at her feet; he even assisted her in lifting first one and then the other knee to free her legs. With a gentle push to her chest, she fell back on the bed.

She sat in a daze as Talen quickly rid himself of his dark shirt and jeans before leaning down and tugging her thick socks off her feet, his eyes hot and intent on hers the entire time. She shivered in the early light as he knelt and softly kissed the arch of one chilled foot.

“You are my mate, Cara,” he kissed up her leg, hips, and belly, his breath heated with desire. “The prophets ordered us three hundred years ago to find a mate”—he continued moving up, placing soft kisses on each breast before gliding across her neck to her face—”and I waited for you.” His mouth descended gently, kindly, on hers, and his strength surrounded her.

Cara knew he spoke the truth even before she opened herself up to the intense emotion rushing through him—even before he deepened the kiss until all she could do was feel. She whimpered deep in her throat as she kissed him back, her tongue dueling with his as her hands ran through his ebony hair, down his strong neck to his muscled shoulders—he was all smooth skin over hardness, and she arched against him in desire, in blatant invitation.

He chuckled as he released her mouth and nibbled down one delicate ear to lave the twin puncture wounds already healing in her neck before turning to her breasts. “You are so pretty,” he rumbled against her skin, causing her to clutch her hands into his narrow waist before moving over his rock hard butt.

“You have a great ass,” she replied in a throaty murmur as she traced her own path up his corded neck to bite his earlobe. He reacted by pressing into her and puckering his lips around one distended nipple. She gasped and pushed him to the side, fully aware that he rolled to his back only because he wanted to—she immediately took advantage to perch on his groin before leaning down and peppering his incredible chest with fierce kisses and nips. His hands went to her rear and then up her back as she moved farther south.

He stilled as she swiftly took him in her mouth—the tangy spice of him causing her to moan in enthusiasm. She had wondered about this. One hand reached gently down to cup his balls as she ran kisses up and down his length before again taking as much of him into her mouth as she could—she concentrated on the tip as one small hand tried to encircle his girth. A hand in her hair tried to tug her away and she gave a low chuckle, causing him to buck beneath her.

Then she was under him. He moved too fast for her to follow—one second she was playing and the next she was sprawled on her back with him buried in her to the hilt. She didn’t have time to breathe before he moved—hard and fast and out of control. He was too big, the pleasure too intense, almost painful, the orgasm slamming into her from deep within—all she could do was clutch his shoulders and cry out at the exquisite waves blasting through her.

She came down with a whimper only to have him whip her back up again, driving into her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other hand holding her hip as he pummeled.

God she loved him.

She gasped as the spiraling feeling deep within her womb, within her heart, started again and her hands clutched at his hard buttocks, pulling him even closer into her. Talen slowed a bit and nipped Cara’s lower lip none too gently. He raised his head and pierced her questioning eyes with his. “Mine.”

“Talen?” Cara asked softly, her hands frantically moving up to his broad shoulders as she tried to pull him deeper within her. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, clenching around the full length of him.

“Say it, Cara.” Talen emphasized his guttural command with a firm tug on her hair.

Cara’s hesitation incited something primitive inside him that roared through him with savage force. Her empathic shields nonexistent with him, she understood what she’d done.

“But,” was all she got out before he pulled out and flipped her over onto her belly. With rough hands, he pulled her to her knees while she tried to find balance with her hands. He entered her in one surge. He had told her she would submit to him this night. He started to move. To pound.

Cara felt overwhelmed. Her legs spread wide by his large hips, his grasp on her hips keeping her in place. Huge and indomitable, an untamable force behind her. She couldn’t move and had no control over the situation. Maybe he didn’t either. His relentless pounding forced her toward an even bigger orgasm, if that were possible. Her whole being focused on that orgasm. She wanted it more than breath itself.

Then suddenly, buried to the balls in her, he stopped.

She whimpered and tried to move back against him to keep him moving. Firm hands on her hips held her still until one strong hand lifted to catch in her hair and angle her head so he could see her face.

His voice deepened to something unrecognizable when he rasped, “Who do you belong to?”

She struggled, barely able to concentrate on mere words when that orgasm was within her reach.

“Cara,” he tightened his hand in her hair, the slight pain catching her attention.

“What?” she breathed, trying to move forward and back again.

“Say it,” he growled, his voice rough and demanding in her delicate ear.

“But,” she began.

“Now,” he emphasized his demand by withdrawing and slamming into her again.

Even in her aroused state she knew what he wanted. What he demanded. She paused, her heart thundering as she looked around his masculine bedroom with new eyes. Everything looked different. Finally, with a soft sigh of release, she focused over her shoulder into his eyes and said, “You. I belong to you.”

He swelled even larger inside her as he released her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned down on her folded arms. It was true acceptance and they both knew it. With her surrender, his control vanished. She felt it escape him. With a bruising grip on her hips, he pounded in and out of her as the roaring in his head, in his balls, took over.

His teeth latched onto her shoulder, her orgasm hit with a howl from her, and she saw blackness for a moment.

Her body fiercely milked him until he came with a hoarse shout, filling her beyond completely. He held her in place, buried to the hilt, as the aftershocks of her orgasm enhanced his. Finally, with a final kiss to the puncture marks in her shoulder, he pulled out.

Cara was asleep instantly and didn’t hear Talen go to the bathroom and return with a damp towel to gently clean her off. She turned into his arms as he snuggled her close and didn’t hear the satisfied “mine’ he murmured before following her into sleep.