Liam’s Mate (The Vampire Coalition #4)(14)
Author: J.S. Scott

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Liam.” Regan’s tone was melancholy as she fondled his hair thoughtfully. “I just hope you never regret it.”

Liam’s head came up and he speared her with a look so intense, so dark, that Regan’s jaw dropped.

“I would never regret having you,” his angry voice rumbled. “I love you with every beat of my heart, every breath. Do you think I could ever consider myself anything other than a lucky bastard if I had you for a mate, if you could forgive me for what happened to you and the things I said last night?”

He loves me. He loves me.

Regan’s racing heart nearly jumped from her chest at his declaration. Liam’s mouth crashed down to hers, sweeping her into a kiss of pure possession and raw need. She moaned into the embrace as his tongue devoured and conquered, demanding that she submit to him. Regan toppled and became pliant under him, relishing his power and desire.

Liam broke off the scorching embrace with a grunt and sat her up to lift off her silky gown, and toss it away. “Mine,” he insisted with carnal ownership.

Regan shivered at her fierce, primitive response to his possessiveness. The response of a mate to her partner’s dominance. “Yes,” she agreed softly, her whole body quivering for him to take her. Laying back against the pillow, Regan sent him a come-take-me look as his eyes met hers and his hands wandered over her body, his fingers zeroing in on his mark.

“My mark,” he said, his tone touched with awe as he stroked the colorful pattern of the dragon.

“Daric fixed it. Isn’t he awesome?” she breathed softly.

“No. He is not awesome. Not to you. He is a good prince. I am the only man who you think is awesome,” he replied, his voice demanding and guttural.

Caveman. Liam had definitely gone caveman. Regan bit her lip as desire fired through her body and shot straight to her pu**y. “I need you, Liam,” she panted as his hand moved up her inner thigh, stroking the soft, sensitive skin.

“I need to taste you first. The scent of your arousal is driving me mad,” he told her urgently as he spread her legs wide, leaving her pu**y exposed and vulnerable to him.

Regan squirmed, her body burning with need. Dear God, she needed the feel of him between her thighs before she incinerated.

His fingers trailed over her hips as his head lowered, his hot breath streaming over the tiny blonde curls of her mound. Regan clenched her fists at her side, willing him to stroke her core, to ease the driving ache that was tearing her apart.

She whimpered at the first touch of his tongue against her slippery slit. He lapped gently, laving her from bottom to top, sipping her juices like nectar.

Not enough. Not enough.

Out of her mind with the need to climax, Regan finally gasped his head and pulled it tight against her pu**y, grinding her hips against his mouth.

Liam retaliated immediately, throwing her hands above her head and locking them in place with fur-lined shackles that bound her magically to the headboard of the massive bed. She yanked and groaned in protest as he murmured, “I want to enjoy my feast. I will satisfy you, mate.”

Now. Now. I need it now.

Regan panted as Liam thoroughly explored her, running his tongue over every inch of her quivering, pink flesh. He circled her swollen bud until Regan was ready to scream in frustration. Her hips rose, undulating, begging for relief.

“Mine,” Liam muttered, vibrating her clit as his mouth closed over her and his teeth nipped lightly.

“Oh, God. Liam, please.” Regan’s head thrashed and she jerked at her wrist restraints.

His hands slid effortlessly beneath her and gripped her ass, bringing her begging core against his face as he flicked his tongue along her exposed clit. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

Regan cried out, the pleasure almost unbearable. She gripped the restraints and dug her nails into the chain, needing something to ground her, to keep her from flying apart.

Her belly clenched as the spasms struck her hard and fast. Her channel contracted and released as fresh juices flowed with her stunning climax. Liam’s mouth closed over her, licking leisurely as she spiraled down from her ecstasy.

“I’m not completely sure I know the precise mating procedure,” Liam whispered, his voice hoarse, as he spread open-mouthed kisses along her thighs.

“Just join our marks and speak the mating pledge. Daric said you would know instinctively,” Regan replied breathlessly, her legs trembling from both his touch and the aftermath of her orgasm.

He rose to his knees between her legs, lightly tracing the mark on her hip. “Beautiful. So beautiful on you, Regan,” he choked out in a raw declaration as he turned out his arm and matched the identical markings.

Regan didn’t know his native language, but his words were lyrical and sweet. The warmth from their matched marks spread quickly through her body, consuming her with the intensity of her need and desire for Liam to fill her. As he finished his pledge, her back arched as the mating heat took control. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him down into her, needing his c**k to fill her empty channel.

Their eyes met and Regan knew her eyes mirrored his, exposing the raw need to join. “Fuck me, Liam.”

He reached for her, flipping her body over, dissolving the restraints before he rolled her to her stomach. “Need to fill you deep, so deep that you know who you belong to,” Liam grunted as his arm came around her waist like a vise, supporting her shaking, fiery body.

He spread her legs wide, leaving her open to him, his to take. He barely paused at the tight entrance as he buried his c**k into her wet channel. They groaned together, relieved to be joined. Regan pushed her ass back, wanting every inch even though she was already completely filled. There was no pain, just the intense, tight pressure of his c**k opening and stretching her, binding them together.

“Mine!” Liam rumbled as he grasped her hips, keeping her steady. He pulled almost all of the way out and slammed into her again. Regan gasped at the forcefulness of his repeated strokes, his body claiming her, owning her. Her arms and head dropped into the pillow, leaving her ass in the air as Liam’s strokes became needier, faster, deeper. Regan dug her fingers into the pillow as her body rocked back into his reflexively, needing his rough claiming.

Liam’s body came down to blanket hers and his hands slid to her shoulders to keep her from sliding into the headboard from the pistoning of his hips. Regan shuddered as he lifted her hair, moving it to her other shoulder, his tongue licking the side of her neck in hungry swirls.