Page 57 of Little Mate
“That’s it, baby. See me and all that I am.”
“I do,” I moan as wave upon wave of pleasure batters my body like a tsunami. I’m limp in his arms, blissed out, but I can still make out the moment he comes.
The low, vibrating groan in my ear and the pulse of each rope of come as it coats my walls in him.
This will always be the most beautiful memory for me. The day my life truly began.
After a while, Theo nudges my face from his shoulder, silently asking me to look at him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Feel amazing.” I move my hips a bit, testing to see if there’s any discomfort and find none. “Is this because of you? What you did with your saliva?”
He nods, a smirk on his lips. “The healing qualities in my spit kept you from being in pain.” Surprise colors my expression and I have so many questions on the tip of my tongue, but he simply taps the end of my nose while shaking his head. “I took your virginity, mate, but numbed the area where you bled and healed you while impaled deep. Your pussy will always be the perfect fit for my cock.”
“That’s both sweet and self-serving.” I’m not mad, and the curl of my lips at the corner show him as much. “Very sneaky of you.”
“I know.” His playfulness wanes as he exhales roughly.
“Something wrong?’ Nervousness comes in through our connection. The clarity in our bond is amazing, but knowing a little more of his origins and how he came to exist, it no longer surprises me. His strength—superiority—is unmatched by anyone I’ve encountered, and it makes sense that his relationship with his mate would be the same.
Special. Not the norm.
“Not wrong, but I do need to ask you a question.” He’s shifting his hand, as if nudging something. I’m tempted to look down, but the softness in his expression keeps me in place.
“You can ask me anything.” Something cold slips onto my finger and my eyes widen, my chest growing tight. “Theo, what are—”
“Marry me.” There’s a knot in my throat, but my head bobs quickly in a yes. “Words, pretty girl.”
“Yes. Goddess, yes.”
17
GABRIELLA
I can’t stop admiring my ring, loving the way the large ruby stone glints off the sun coming in through the treetops. So pretty. The same shade as his eyes when aroused. But then again, since he proposed I’ve been living in a constant la la land loop where nothing but him exists.
“You really want to get married? Is that something important to your people?” I ask from my back, floating a few feet from the waterfall. I’m not looking at him, but his stare is intense over my bare-to-the-night body.
“Not really.” Voice rough. Breathing labored. “The moment bites are exchanged, it is the equivalent of.”
My brows furrow. “So is our bond not complete?”
“Nothing has ever been as strong.” Theo steps in beside me, his hand gliding up my thigh until reaching my core. He cups me, and I spread my legs a little wider. I’m already slick, so ready for the next round. “You are a powerful sorceress, while I’m the son of a god—our bond was sealed the day you took your first breath, pretty girl. We are unstoppable.”
“Is that why I can sense your emotions? Even without the traditional mating?”
“It is.” With the tip of two fingers, he spreads my wetness before sinking both in deep. I cry out while he pumps them in and out, his hardness brushing against my leg. “You and me, we’re a forever kind of madness. We will give and take. Destroy and build. But more importantly, we will always be one heart, mind, and soul.”
“I love you, Theo.” His fingers leave me, the blur of his body moving to stand between my parted thighs. I’m gently pushed into a semi-upright position, right over his hard cock and with his eyes on mine, he sinks in. “Gods.”
“We are one.”
My cheeks heat up at the memory, and I squirm a bit.
“You okay, Gabriella?” That timbre of his, the velvety quality does things to me, and I bite back a moan. “Need something?”
“I’m fine.” There are people behind us, a solid formation where his guards and a few curious helpers ride while trying their best to keep to the shade. Vampires don’t normally expose themselves during the day, preferring the darkness to conceal their bodies, but today was inevitable.
There’s a cloaking spell my father used often when traveling through unclaimed territories that made him undetectable to both people and nature. Unseen and with no trace, he could walk over a pile of fall leaves and you’d never know. There would be no sound. No scent.