She wanted him to take everything she had to give.
His fingers moved faster, stroked, caressed, roughened tender nerve endings then lit a release inside her that tore a muted scream from her throat and had her jerking against him with a sudden, near violent orgasm that there was no defense against.
His teeth tightened on her neck but she felt no pain.
His c**k surged to the hilt, the heated spurt of his se**n suddenly exploding in her rear and a second later, she felt the emergence of the barb as she had never felt it before. Thick but not incredibly long. Perhaps half the length of a male thumb and just as thick. It vibrated, jerked with a heated pulse of fluid in between the swift ejaculations of his seed from the blunt head of his cock.
Her pu**y milked his fingers as the release tore through it. Her clit swelled suddenly, a bright, sharp pulse of sensation racing as she felt the orgasm burning through it.
She was exploding. Dying in his arms. Melting into him.
He was melting into her. Taking her, overwhelming her.
He was owning her and she didn’t even give a damn.
She was his completely. His forever.
Just as he was hers.
Mates.
Created for one another.
Meant to be and meant to belong.
Meant to find that freedom that had always eluded her, the independence she had always been reaching for was right here. In her mate’s arms.“I love you.” The words tore from her lips. “Oh God, Lawe. I love you.”
“You won’t run again,” he snarled.
“I won’t run—”
“You’ll fight by my side.” Another heavy pulse of his release, a rake of his palm against her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
“By your side,” she cried out.
Where she had dreamed of being.
“Love me, baby. Ah God, Diane, I love you past death.”
He was shuddering above her, jerking against her as the final waves of release left her trembling beneath him, sweat dampened, sated.
Mated.
Diane was a mate.
And her mate was an alpha: dominant, protective and possessive.
But the animal genetics, primal and powerful, and the human genetics had had enough of the battle they had fought. They had, in those rare cases when it was needed, merged and enhanced the human side, creating a male who would give his mate the best of both worlds. One that would die for her, one that would fight to live for her. A mate who finally saw, who finally understood it wasn’t about always being safe.
It was about being together and creating their own safety.
Creating their own world where they could.
She wasn’t just a mate, she was a warrior.
She wasn’t just a warrior, she was a mate.
And she was loved.