Black Moon (Alpha Pack #3)(51)

"Never have I had anyone of my own. Nobody who was just mine and mine alone to cherish . . . and to love."

"Kalen," she began, eyes stinging with tears of joy.

"Let me love you. And not just with my body-I mean let me love you. Please. I need you."

"You have me," she said, her voice breaking.

Scooping her up, he placed her on the bed and shed his jeans and underwear. The emotion between them was so intense, she could tell this time would be much different than the last. Before, the sex was hot, raw, carnal. She'd almost combusted.

This time her mate was going to make love to her, lavish on her all the love he'd been longing to give his entire life. And she would love him back, as he deserved.

Crawling over her body, he lowered himself onto her, careful not to squash her, and kissed her so gently, the tears finally spilled over. He licked them from the corners of her eyes, shushing her softly, whispering sweet words she didn't quite catch but grasped the meaning of anyway.

Then he moved lower, paying homage to every inch of her skin. He nibbled the sensitive spot behind her ear, her neck, and her collarbone. Next, he suckled her ni**les, tightening them to rigid peaks. Played with them until she moaned, needing much more attention in other places, too.

He was happy to oblige, trailing his tongue down her abdomen, tickling her belly button and making her laugh. Laughter during sex, who'd have thought? But what was happening between them tonight transcended sex-this was a sharing of bodies, connecting souls. Why shouldn't it be an occasion of joy?

Then he crouched between her legs, spread her thighs wider, baring her sex to him. She'd never been ashamed of her body, but this openness, the ease she felt with him, was unlike any relationship before him. This man was hers.

Cupping his hands under her bottom, he raised her some and began to feast on her pu**y. Every cell in her body came alive, singing at his attentions. This was her mate, pleasuring his woman as no one else had the right to do, ever again. His possession nearly tipped her too far over the edge. As though he sensed how near she was to release, he grinned and lowered her to the bed.

"Not so fast, baby. Gonna make you come on my cock."

"Yes, please!"

Moving over her again, he placed the head of his hard c**k at her entrance and began to ease inside. He impaled her slowly, and it felt so damned good. He was the perfect fit, stretching and filling her so she was nearly incoherent with pleasure. Then he began to slide in and out, stroking her inner walls, and she clung to him. Let him sweep her away in glorious waves of delight that drove her higher.

"I love you, Mackenzie," he said softly, holding her close. Thrusting his c**k slow and deep. "God, how I love you."

"I love you, too. Have since the minute I saw you."

"Baby . . ."

His thrusts increased in speed bit by bit. His breathing came harsher as he picked up the tempo. Then he gathered her in his arms, and not breaking their connection, pulled them into a sitting position with Mac on his lap.

"Ride me just like this, sweetheart," he breathed. "Fuck me like this."

"Yes!"

She took the lead, clinging to his shoulders as she bounced on his lap. Fucked him with enthusiasm, spiraling them toward the inevitable climax.

"Gonna claim you, my mate. Never let you go."

"Please, Kalen!"

Needing no further encouragement, he struck. The instant his fangs sank into the curve of her neck and shoulder, the force of her release detonated her world. Mac was vaguely aware of screaming out her wild ecstasy as he reaffirmed their bond, pumped his come into her on and on.

When at last their shudders stopped, he still held her tightly, rubbing his palms on her back. Eventually he withdrew his fangs and licked the wounds, though she sensed that the beast in him had been reluctant to give up his hold.

"I meant what I said," he told her. "It wasn't just the heat of sex, either. I love you, Doc."

"And I love you, Sorcerer."

He smiled. "You make me happier than I have a right to be. But for once, I'm going to enjoy having what I want and worry about the rest tomorrow."

"There's the spirit." She kissed his luscious lips. "I suppose we should move."

"Ugh. Do we hafta?"

"Shower?"

He perked up. "Does that include shower sex?"

"If you're lucky," she teased.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

Carefully he eased her off his lap. Together they padded into the bathroom, started the spray, and let it get nice and hot. Then they proceeded to steam up the glass in more ways than one.

Afterward, Mac thought again about how she needed to tell Kalen about the baby. Crap, if they started sharing living quarters, he was going to be worried about her getting sick in the mornings.

And she'd have to tell him about the nightmare and Malik's claims.

She'd tell him about both soon. But she wanted this one night just for the two them, before reality intruded.

Surely that wasn't too much to ask.

With a sigh of contentment, she snuggled into his arms and slept better than she had in months.

Later, she would be very glad she hadn't known of the tragedy and heartbreak to come.

Chapter Eleven

The morning following claiming his mate for the second time-with much happier results-Kalen was flying high. So high his lover would've given him a drug test if she hadn't known for a fact it was natural.