Vanished Pride (The Seven Sin Sisters 4) (5 page)

Smiling
to himself at his thoughts, Donovan continued to lick and suck at the spot
where she wore her sign. He knew it felt good because her moans grew progressively
louder. He wouldn’t be able ever to get enough of his mate in the throes of
passion. He watched Paige roll her head back and forth on the pillow, and his
own desire grew.

“What
would you like, Paige?”

“You.”

Hell
yes. His stubborn little Princess admitted she wanted him. “Then I’ll give you everything
I have.” Donovan rubbed his nose in her small patch of curls and inhaled the decadent
scent of her desire. It was like cinnamon and ginger, tickling at his nose while
calling to him.

He
kissed and nipped at the flesh all around her very center, teasing by not
touching the most sensitive place on her body. When she was quaking with need,
he dipped his tongue in and ran it along her folds. He licked at her cream,
thick for him, and allowed her essence to coat his throat. She tasted even
better than she smelled.

Sated
for the moment, and filled with a desire to discover more, Donovan sat up on
his knees and drank in her body before he placed one hand on her belly to hold
her still while he used his other hand to stroke through her curls. With just one
finger, he explored deeper into her core, pressing against her wet folds to
find her heat. She shook beneath him but his hand kept her still.

“No
moving,
Principessa
,” Donovan
instructed in his most commanding voice. Paige instantly stilled. Donovan
continued to prepare her for him. He would be her first Valendite Breed and she
needed to be open to his larger frame. Harming her would nearly kill him so he
took the time to be certain she was open and wet and ready.

“It’s
overwhelming to not only feel my own desire but yours too. To know you need me
to fuck you as much as I need to you,” Donovan shared as he dipped forward to
kiss along her neck. Her breath hitched and he was certain she must be
wondering when he would draw out more blood. He liked to keep her wondering,
holding her on that edge.

“You
feel it. Don’t you,
Principessa
? My
need and your need are connected.” Donovan felt Paige grow wetter with his
words. His little princess liked dirty talk. As if was even possible, Donovan
grew even harder as he contemplated being bound to someone so right for him. “I
feel your cream running over my fingers. You are so hot, so needy. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”
Paige’s voice was faint, but he caught the strain of her desire calling to him.

Donovan
smiled, allowing her need to wash through him so she could feel it all. “
Ho un
debole
per
te
.
You make me weak, so very weak I can’t control my
own need.” He wanted Paige to know without any doubt she was perfect for him.

“Please,
Donovan,” Paige asked, again in that sweetly soft voice.

From
the wetness on his fingers and the ease of his fingers inside her body, he knew
she was ready for him. He pulled his fingers from her and heard a small
whimper. Then with his eyes trained on hers, Donovan brought his moist fingers
to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. She watched with fascination and
hunger. Her eyes were sparkling and the tiniest embers of light released from
them like summer lightning bugs. He knew it was her magic, and it was amazing.

Donovan
stretched out her legs on either side of him, positioned his cock at her core, and
steadily pushed forward until he was embedded completely. He watched her and
held tight to their connection, vigilant for any sign of Paige’s discomfort. None
came. Her arousal remained steady.

“I
want this fast and hard,” Donovan asked permission the only way he knew how,
his command as close to a question as he could bring himself to make it.

“Yes,”
Paige’s answer was quiet, faint, but no less meaningful. Donovan had the
permission he sought.

He
reached down with his fingers to toy with her clit and watched as the tiny pink
bud peeked out at him. Without moving his cock, he rubbed her clit with
ferocity. Goddess, his mate liked the firmer touch he enjoyed. With their new
connection, he could tell Paige was already so close to orgasm, he was
confident they would be sharing their climax shortly.

Donovan
pulled his cock out of her core and thrust back in until he felt his sack hit
against her bottom. He was careful to position himself against her sensitized
clit as he began his rhythm. Paige’s breathing sped up, mirroring his own, and
she fought for air as her back arched with each thrust of his cock. The mix of
emotions, of sensations, was completely overwhelming. Donovan was certain he
wouldn’t hold out for long this first time.

Paige
was close, lost in her chase for the orgasm Donovan held just out of reach. Her
green eyes grew wild as they swirled and took in every nuance of their joining.
She met him thrust for thrust as he shifted his hips back, dragged his cock out
along her clit and then slammed back in. His strength would be too brutal for a
human woman, but his mate was taking it with pleasure as she pushed her hips
forward to meet his thrusts.

He
never stopped, never changed his pattern, never once let up. Donovan wanted to
push Paige, to see just how much she could take from it. She took it all,
everything he had to give, and seemed to beg for more. She shivered at the
sensation of his cock stroking over her clit with every forward motion. Her
hips would push up as he slid back inside her core.

Donovan’s
chest hair skimmed along Paige’s reddened nipples as he bent his mouth to hers.
It was time to complete the Claiming. He placed his lips against hers and
encouraged her to open to him.

Sensing
his imminent release, Donovan used one of his sharp teeth to cut into his own
tongue and then nipped on Paige’s lower lip. He swirled their blood to the
surface so they could taste together. This small exchange was enough for now. Her
blood was a warm and spicy syrup that coated his throat just as her cream had.
She was so much a part of him now. Donovan allowed the power of that knowledge
and her blood to wash through him. For now, this would satisfy him. Tomorrow,
there would be more.

Paige
pushed against him with renewed strength–immobilized by his tongue in her mouth
and his cock in her core–and came with such exuberance. She broke from his kiss
and screamed out his name just as he predicted, over and over, and then the
crushing flex in her core pulled his release from him. Her body drew out every
bit of life his body had to give. Donovan was exhausted.

Still,
his cock refused to soften, a common ailment he’d heard about from other mated breed
males. It was biology assuring a complete joining by not permitting immediate
separation. As his seed spread through her womb, already their mating had
begun. For the rest of their time on this earth, Donovan and Paige would take
their sustenance from one another. They would live and die together. Donovan
remained inside her as he rolled them to lay side-by-side.

“You
screamed my name, Princess,” he spoke the words into her dampened shoulder as
she lie with her leg slung over him.

“And
I’d gladly do it again.”

Donovan
laughed at his spunky mate. He was a lucky bastard and he knew it. Now he had
to stay on his toes because she wouldn’t be that easy to tame.

* * * *

Paige
woke with a feeling she’d completely screwed up. Then she took note of the
large male in her bed and wanted to bang her head against the wall. She was
always so careful, always making good choices based on logic and analysis of
the consequences. She couldn’t believe what she’d let happen last night.

Pulling
herself together, she gently extricated herself from Donovan’s hold. Of course,
moving along his body reminded her just how amazing last night had been. He’d
calmed her, centered her to a place where all worry faded away, and gave her
the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. Then she’d fallen asleep in his muscular
arms after that life-altering experience.

Oh
Goddess, what had she done? She couldn’t deny the events to come–the Acclimation,
the Pronouncement, but she had plans. She wanted so badly to compete in the
Coupe du Monde in Paris. Now she was trapped with everything completely out of her
control. She paced in the kitchen and contemplated her future. She would never
have the success she had planned for.

The
quick puff of swirling smoke told Paige her mother had arrived, compliments of
teleportation magic. Her mother’s powers had always amazed Paige. They were extraordinary,
and Paige had dreamt of attaining that same level of power someday. Paige saw
by the expression in her mother’s eyes she was aware of last night’s events.

“Congratulations,
Paige.” Chiara wrapped her in an embrace. Then she pulled away and took a
second look. “Why so forlorn?”

“Mother,
I truly wanted to reach my goal of master baker before I was mated. It was all
I ever wanted and now my dream is over.”

“And
this is so terrible that one occurred before the other?”

Paige
blinked at her mother, surprised by the suggestion in her words. She fought to
keep her voice steady as she asked, “Are you suggesting I might still compete
in the Coupe du Monde?”

“I
cannot think of why you shouldn’t. If it is something you want, it should be
done.”

“But
am I capable of excellence, the true excellence needed for such a competition, without
the urging of my soul sin?”

“Oh,
my dearest one,” her mother reached to hold her again, “your soul sin made you
prideful, even too prideful at times, but it didn’t give you your talent.”

“I
can’t believe this,” Paige responded as the tears sprang from her eyes and she
allowed them to fall down her cheeks. She understood the prophecy to mean the
deadly sin she held–this curse put upon them for the indiscretions of their ancestors
hundreds of years ago—would be released when she was claimed by a Valendite
Breed. Fulfilling their obligation to sustain this breed of men provides the
women in the Magdalena Circle a long, illness-free life. She assumed it also
meant anything associated with their sin would disappear when their sin did.
How could she have been so wrong?

“Neither
can I, Paige. When I got news from your sisters last night that you’d discovered
your mate a few months ago and asked him to wait for you, I nearly lost my mind.
Surely, you didn’t believe that possible? The man has very likely suffered.”
Her mother looked confused. Put so clearly before her, what she had asked of
Donovan did seem quite awful.

“I
was being selfish,” Paige explained.

Chiara
turned her head to look towards the kitchen doorway. Her head tilted as if
she’d heard something. A moment later, Donovan stepped into the light. “It was
her soul sin controlling her behavior. She meant no harm and we’ve moved past
it,” Donovan spoke as he moved further into the kitchen. “Mrs. Sinster, I’m
Donovan,” he extended his hand and when her mother placed her own hand into it,
he raised it to place a kiss.

“It
is a pleasure, Donovan. Though I believe we’ve met informally at events, it is
nice to meet you as another one of my sons-in-law. Paige is a lucky woman.”

“I
am a lucky man,” he winked at Paige before turning back to Chiara, “and now
that I have everything in hand, including your daughter, all is as it should
be.”

Paige
flushed. Oh Goddess, if her mother only knew he meant that quite literally.

“This
is good. It is prophesied that the Valendite breed that could eliminate her
prideful ways is meant to be your life’s mate. Therefore, you have found one
another. It isn’t a destiny with which we can argue.” Chiara looked pleased as
she took in Donovan now standing beside her daughter.

“Now
I’ll leave you two to your privacy. We will have time to talk later, my dearest
one,” the words slowly faded as her mother continued to move away from her. Chiara
stepped back with a slight bow before leaving the room.

“Thank
you,” Donovan spoke with sincerity though Paige wasn’t sure for what he was
thanking her.

Donovan
wrapped her hand in his and she followed behind him silently as they returned
to her bedroom. Her skin was prickling again under his touch; her body was
ready for this delicious man to take her again.

“You
will not leave our bed again without my knowledge and permission.” Donovan’s
words shocked her, but the tingling sensation in her lower belly shocked her
even more, as did the sudden pressure in her core. Paige liked what he’d said.
It was oddly comforting and freed her from worry.

She’d
need to think on this later when her mate wasn’t guiding her towards their bed.

Chapter Four

“Did
anyone talk to her?” Amelia asked her sisters as they sat around the kitchen table
eating the muffins Paige had left. Amelia couldn’t help being angry with Paige
for leaving without any explanation. When would she see her sister next? They
were best friends, closer than they were with any of the other sisters, but she
couldn’t take just a moment to let her know what was happening. To hear the
full story from Layla left her furious. Paige had been hiding the truth for
months.