Daric’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #5)(20)
Author: J.S. Scott

“Damn right you’re safe and you’re going to stay that way. We mate now,” he answered in a blistering tone.

Hannah was nearly panting as she responded to his need to dominate, feeling the effects of the mating instincts grabbing hold of her body, wrapping her in heat. “Now,” she agreed with a moan, eager to follow wherever his testosterone overloaded body led. She had been ready to be his mate ever since he had goaded her into flying down that mountain, encouraging her to be free of her past and to look toward her future.

The two of them vanished, Hannah groaning as Daric’s mouth covered hers roughly, an early warning that his violent mating need had taken control.

Chapter 7

Daric knew he was lost. Somewhere, in the small piece of his rational mind that was left inside his head, he knew that his mating instincts had taken over, wanting to dominate his mate, mark her as his in every way possible, demand her obedience. He was functioning on a visceral level, his instincts would not be denied, and he no longer gave a shit whether he was rational or not.

Mark. Protect. Keep her safe. Make her heed my commands.

He manifested in his bedroom, his mate in his arms, and his desires ruling his body and senses.

Daric stripped Hannah with a mental command, leaving her standing before him nude, her body exposed to his maniacal gaze. His eyes moved over every inch of her body, claiming her with his possessive stare.

Mine. Need to have her moaning, trembling, begging for me, pleading for my c**k to be inside her. Only for me.

His hungry gaze landed between her thighs, feeling her arousal, scenting her need. He stripped her pu**y bare with his magic, eliminating the short curls, grunting as he saw her bare flesh glistening with moisture, proof of her desire.

If previously he had had a small amount of rational thought, it deserted him at that moment, leaving him with nothing but tortured need that had to be sated before his temporary insanity became permanent.

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Hannah’s gut clenched as she looked at Daric’s face, his expression so feral that her heart kicked into overdrive, wondering exactly what he was planning. His thoughts were hard to read, a tangle of conflicted emotions and needs. Much the same as her own.

“You will obey me from now on,” he growled, grasping her arm and pulling her toward the bed.

She went willingly, perplexed as he planted her hands on the wooden post at the corner of the bed, her body bent at the waist.

It wasn’t until she felt the first sting of his hand on her ass that she understood his intentions. He was spanking her, actually punishing her for disobeying him, for putting herself in danger. Yanking to pull away automatically, she found her hands immovable, held to the post by Daric’s magic. As the second smack landed, she moaned, the jolt going straight between her thighs, flooding her pu**y. Her whole body submerged with erotic heat as his big fingers delved into her saturated folds from behind, teasing her, before he slapped her ass again.

“Daric, please,” she groaned, her body on fire.

His needs swirled inside her brain, along with her own, swamping her with heat, wanting his domination of her body, needing it.

Hannah writhed with every erotic smack on her ass cheeks, every stroke of his fingers on the sensitive flesh between her legs. Daric alternated, torturing her with her need, while she stayed helplessly in place, his to command.

He kneaded the flesh of her ass, his hands running over the now fiery skin. “Mine,” he uttered mindlessly, his big hands cupping her ass in a gesture of pure possession.

He finally released her, pulling her up to face him. “Undress me,” he demanded.

Hannah shivered at his dominating tone, a voice that would allow no argument. And she didn’t want to argue. She wanted to do whatever he wanted, however he wanted it, her need to please him overwhelming her. Knowing he could make his clothing disappear effortlessly, she recognized his order for what it was…an act of dominance, his need for her to satisfy his pounding desire to control and take.

Dropping to her knees, she wanted nothing more than to liberate that massive c**k from his jeans. Her fingers shook as she pulled down the zipper, making her try twice before successfully opening the top button. She tugged down the denim, almost frantic to free the engorged member that was straining against the cotton. Her eyes moved up to Daric’s face, his intense stare drilling into her as their eyes met, submerging her in his raw need, opening her senses to the same desire he was experiencing, elemental and completely, utterly primal.

As she returned her attention to divesting him of his jeans, the material disappeared, Daric obviously having lost patience, leaving his c**k large, hot and heavy in front of her face. Licking her lips nervously, the desire to taste him was almost overwhelming.

“Claim my c**k with your mouth,” he insisted, threading his hands through her hair to bring her mouth to him.

Daric’s words jolted her into action, the erotic command inundating Hannah with pleasure, leading to the realization that she was taking what was hers, as much as Daric was demanding what belonged to him. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, savoring the salty drop of moisture leaking from the tip.

I’m his mate. I do this to him. Only I can pleasure him this way.

She hummed her satisfaction as her lips consumed him, taking as much of his huge phallus into her mouth as she could handle. Sucking sensually, she bobbed up and down on him, hearing him release a tortured groan as his hands guided her faster, deeper. Every lick, every stroke was vigorous, a rough taking of what was hers to take, hers to pleasure. There wasn’t a speck of the silky c**k that she didn’t want to possess, didn’t want to make her own with her tongue and mouth.

Hannah slid her hands along the back of Daric’s rock hard thighs until she reached his tight ass. Her hands kneaded the muscles there, feeling them flex as his hips pistoned in and out of her mouth.

Like a woman possessed, she dug her fingers into his ass, swallowing him deeper, deeper than she could ever imagined that she could take him, his c**k bumping the back of her throat.

I need to make him come. Need to taste him.

A hoarse, strangled cry left Daric’s throat as she felt him tense.

Yes. Come. I need to taste you. Now.

His hands fisted in her hair as he threw his head back and groaned. Hannah watched his face as his hot release poured into her mouth, moaning at the taste of him, watching the raw beauty of his release. So powerful. So commanding. So completely hers.

Heart pounding, Hannah realized she was experiencing just a small portion of Daric’s unrelenting possessiveness, and it was consuming her whole. She needed him inside her, claiming her, pounding into her with unbridled strength and brutal ownership.