Alaric's Perfect Mate (Saber Chronicles Book One) (5 page)

He dropped his bag and pushed her against the
wall. “Is there a camera in here?”

“Yep.”

His fingers teased the slit of her gown.
“Damn.”

“Not that you’re not sexy, but I’d rather not
give Robert or any of the security guys a view of my tush or any
other part of my anatomy.”

“How about I just make you fall apart but you
stay clothed?”

“I thought you were going to lick me for
hours? I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick.”

He barked out a laugh. “You’re feisty. I like
it.”

Her suite was the last on the left. Using her
thumb once more, she unlocked her door and let Alaric in. She loved
her place. The suite had a full kitchen, a living room, three
bedrooms, and three bathrooms. All the suites on her floor were
identical, but she thought the end unit had the best view. Not only
did she have a balcony in the master bedroom, but the living room
had a balcony as well, and both had terrific views of Belle
River.

The door slammed shut. The deadbolt clicked,
and the security bar – strong enough to withstand a shifter trying
to get inside – was thrown, thunking against the security door.
Alaric’s bag dropped with a dull thud on the ceramic tile of the
foyer, and his eyes, still a beautiful, glowing gold, stared at
her.

“If you want to talk, we need to talk fast,”
he said, his voice rough.

Part of her thought that talking was a good
idea. They were strangers, after all, and she wasn’t the sort of
girl who normally let guys tumble between the sheets with her until
she had known them for a while and cared about them. But there was
something very different about Alaric. She didn’t know him at all,
but she also felt like they were old souls. He wasn’t trying to get
into her pants so he could notch his bedpost. He wanted to mate
with her because they were meant to be together. Truemates. Not a
chosen mate, like some of her wolf friends who would pick a mate
based on mutual attraction and not soul-deep connections – but the
most primal, perfect mating there could be. His beast would never
accept anyone but her, and even though she wasn’t a shifter, she
knew that she wanted Alaric and no one else forever.

Reaching for the zipper on the back of her
dress, she lowered it slowly and watched as his eyes darkened to
deep, burnished gold and his fangs elongated in his mouth.

“I like this dress, so I don’t want you to
rip it. We can talk tomorrow. I can’t explain my attraction to you
any more than the simple fact that we’re mates. I didn’t think I’d
get a mate because I’m human, but I know I’m yours.”

“I’m yours, too,” he said.

The dress slithered to the floor, and she
stood before him, wearing black satin panties and a strapless bra.
Stepping from her heels, she met his gaze and said, “I’m yours,
Alaric. Every inch of me.”

He growled loudly as he stalked to her. He
lifted her into his arms and kissed her, his hands tightening on
her skin as he began to walk through the living room. She didn’t
need to tell him which room was hers, apparently, because he turned
to the right where the master bedroom was and carried her to the
big bed.

After laying her down on the bed, he
straightened so he could pull his shirt over his head. The scars
from his fights earlier were healed. It amazed her how fast
shifters healed. He’d been knocked around pretty good just two
hours ago. The fact that he wasn’t in pain now was a miracle, and
she was thankful for it. Plus, it meant that they could make love
now.

The sound of his zipper lowering brought her
back to the present and her sexy mate as he stripped. He wasn’t
wearing underwear. She wanted to ask him if he ever wore it,
because she thought it was kind of awesome if he went commando all
the time, but the words died in her throat as the biggest cock
she’d ever seen was laid bare as he shoved his jeans to the floor,
stepped free of them, and straightened.

The thick, long length jutted from his hips
and seemed to beckon her as it throbbed. She sat up and reached for
it, but he snarled.

“If you touch me, I’m going to come, and the
first time I do that with you, I want to be buried deep in your
sweet pussy.” He wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed. “I
promised you a good lick, anyway.”

Reaching behind her back, she undid her bra
and tossed it aside. She stretched out on her back, reached up and
gripped the comforter. He hadn’t really stopped growling since he
walked into her place, and she liked it. He made her feel sexy
because he couldn’t stop looking at her like he could devour
her.

Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her lower
stomach. He hooked his fingers in her panties and drew them slowly
down her legs. As the thin satin went airborne, Alaric’s hands
gripped her knees and drew apart her legs. He climbed up the bed
between her legs and rested her knees over his shoulders. Gripping
her hips, he gazed up the length of her body.

His mouth opened, and she saw the glint of
his fangs as his eyes, that deep burnished gold, shone
brightly.

“Your eyes are so amazing,” she said.

“Mating gaze,” he said, his voice deep with
arousal.

She opened her mouth to ask him what he
meant, but his tongue flicked out and grazed her clit. The tiny
touch jolted through her, and she gripped the comforter and closed
her eyes. He nuzzled her pussy, purring, nibbling on her flesh.
She’d shaved earlier, and she was glad her skin was soft and bare
for him.

Tilting her hips in invitation, she moaned as
he tilted his head and slid his tongue into her.

“Best. Night. Ever,” she breathed.

Chapter 6

The sweet taste of his mate saturated his
senses as he stroked her soft inner walls with his tongue. He held
her close, his hands wrapped around her silky thighs as he devoured
her. Lifting slightly, he circled her clit with his tongue, the
firm bud tightening as he played with it. He scented her arousal
deepening, and he moved one hand to stroke her bud as he licked her
pussy. He knew she would taste amazing when she came, and he wanted
to lick her cream straight from the source.

He licked his fingertip and then tongued her
core as he wiggled her clit. He knew he’d found just the right
pressure when her body bucked and her pussy creamed. He purred
loudly, and she shrieked in pleasure, letting go of her hold on the
comforter and fisting his hair with both hands.

“Alaric!”

She lifted her hips and ground her pussy
against his mouth as he thrust his tongue into her, moving his
finger as fast as he could on her clit and purring loudly. She
really did love his purrs, and his cat loved that. A lot.

Her scent deepened further, and her body
flushed as her back bowed. She screamed his name, twisting her
hands in his hair. Her heels pressed against his back, and he held
her close as he licked her sweet cream and gentled his attention to
her clit. He released his hold on her as she went limp. He was
breathing hard as he lifted from her, pressing a soft kiss to her
clit.

A million thoughts ran rampant through his
mind, but the foremost was how perfect she was for him. Her taste
and scent were addictive, and he knew he’d never get enough of
her.

“I hope you liked that because I plan to do
it a lot.”

She smiled and he loved how it lit up her
face. She was gorgeous, and he was a lucky male. He rose up over
her, sliding into the cradle of her hips as his dick nudged her wet
pussy.

“I thought you needed to mount me?” She
gripped his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her
hips tilted, and he sank a little into her heat, grinding his teeth
together to stop himself from coming immediately.

“I do, but I want to make love to you this
way, first. I won’t come until I’ve got my fangs in your shoulder,
but you’re going to be so hazed with pleasure that you won’t even
feel my teeth.”

Her nails dug into his back as he pushed into
her pussy a little more. She was so fucking tight that it made his
eyes cross. He slipped his arms under her, one hand moving to her
hips to lift her and the other wrapping over her shoulder. As he
lifted her lower body and pushed forward, he sank deeper into her.
He couldn’t stop, not until he was completely inside her.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, pausing
his press into her.

Her fingers flexed, and her nails bit into
his skin, but he didn’t mind. “Yes, more, Alaric. Give me all of
you.”

He loved that she wasn’t afraid of him.
Pressing his lips to hers, he coaxed her mouth open. Sucking on her
tongue, he pushed his hips forward, sliding all the way into her
pussy until her heat enveloped him completely and their bodies were
tightly wed. She gasped into his mouth and clutched at him, kissing
him back with fervor. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he chuckled
and lifted from her mouth.

Angling his hips, he slid out of her until
only the thick head was inside her. He purred when he slid in more
easily, her body accepting him. He kept up his slow withdrawal and
push, slowly drawing her body toward the edge of pleasure. He could
feel her pussy tighten as he entered her, the little rhythmic
clenches were driving him insane.

Tilting her hips a little more, he pushed
into her faster, swiveling his hips until he heard her gasp of
pleasure and knew he’d hit the right spot. Driving into her faster,
he stroked over that place again and again.

“Look at me when you come,” he demanded, his
beast riding the surface, anxious to mark her.

Her eyes popped open, the brown a beautiful,
rich color flecked with gold. “Alaric,” she whimpered, her knees
squeezing his waist.

“Mine. Mine,” he chanted, pumping into her
wildly now, his purr of happiness slipping into a growl of
possession. She threw back her head and moaned loudly, gripping him
to her and lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

He lifted from her and gripped her hips,
spinning her to her stomach and lifting her onto her knees. Her
soft panting groans turned into one long groan as he drove into
her. Their bodies slammed together. Sweat glistened on her back,
and he smoothed her hair from her face so he could see her. Rubbing
her shoulder with his free hand, he squeezed the tight muscle and
knew she wasn’t relaxed enough to mark yet.

He leaned over her back, bracing himself on
the headboard with one hand and reaching under her, wiggling his
hand between her breasts and the bed to tease her nipples. The
tight little buds deserved to be licked and sucked to perfection,
but he’d been all too happy to simply eat her pussy. He vowed that
the next time they made love, he would give her all the attention
she deserved.

Securing her nipple between his fingers, he
applied gentle pressure, keeping up the steady rhythm into her. She
groaned, tossing back her head and meeting his thrusts. She
straightened her arms and lifted her upper body from the bed,
allowing him to cup her breasts more easily. The heavy globes were
warm in his hand, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting
them. Moving to the other nipple, he gave it the same attention,
tugging and pressing it between his fingers lightly until she began
to gasp and her body trembled.

His hand made its way down her stomach and
found her clit easily. With just a few strokes, he sent her over
the edge again. Kissing her shoulder as he fucked her soundly, he
could feel that the muscle was still tight and knew that she wasn’t
lost to the pleasure like he wanted her to be.

Stroking his tongue along her shoulder, he
licked up her neck and she shivered. As he reached her ear, he bit
gently on the lobe and then said, “I love how tight you are when
you come. Your pussy is driving me insane. It feels so good.”

Her pussy clenched his and she whimpered. He
pressed his fingers to her clit again, and she shook her head. “I
can’t, Alaric. It’s too much.”

“It’s never too much.”

She pressed her hand against his, but not to
push him away from her sensitive clit. Instead, she moved his
fingers for him, rubbing her little bud in a side-to-side motion.
She pressed her head against his and reached up for his hand that
was braced on the headboard. As she balanced herself, her knees
parted farther, which tightened her pussy and made his climax
tingle at the base of his spine. He knew he wouldn’t last much
longer. Her body was the tightest, hottest heaven he’d ever
known.

He worked with her fingers, rubbing her clit
in time to his thrust into her pussy, giving her everything he had
as pleasure spiraled through him, pushing him to his own climax. As
her orgasm struck, her body tightened, and she screamed, her pussy
clenching his dick like a fist and making his vision blur.
Trembling, her body slumped to the bed and he knew then that she
was lost to the pleasure he’d given her.

His fangs elongated, the thick lengths
punching from his gums as he fingered her clit in slow circles to
keep her orgasm going. He pressed his lips to the place where her
neck and shoulder met, and then he struck, sinking his fangs into
her flesh to join them completely. As her blood seeped onto his
tongue, he came, his dick spasming deeply inside her, over and
over.

He felt them join completely. Her blood,
their combined pleasure, and the mark, had secured their mating in
the most complete way. Easing to the bed, he curved himself around
her and held her close as he extracted his fangs. He nicked his
tongue and licked the marks, mixing their blood together and
ensuring that the marks would remain forever.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, linking
their fingers.

“Very. You?”

“I found my truemate. I could wake up missing
a limb, and it would still be the best day of my life.”

She chuckled softly. “You’re sweet.”