Chapter 804 Chapter 804
His cat wanted to preen, so that was his cue to shift back. He did it fast, so Calla was left kneeling there with her hands on his jaw. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hey.” She searched his eyes, and then hers were more serious. “Are you okay with this?”
He was having a few issues focusing on the words she said. “This?” Her scent was killing him. He needed clarity.
“Us. Mates.” She whispered, still holding his face.
“I am eternally grateful for fate making you mine. You’re amazing, Calla, in so many ways I don’t have the words to explain it.”
The expression in her eyes changed to something softer as she searched his. “Kay.” She dropped down onto her heels and turned his head to the side.
When she licked up the side of his throat, he held his breath. His animal was like a statue inside him. Did she realize what that spot did to him?
“I’m not big on rituals and ceremonies, Bear.” As she spoke, he could feel her warm breath against his neck. “I always said I’d take the mate I was given.”
He stopped breathing.
“I’m glad it’s you. I accept you, Bear I-don’t-know-your-last-name.”
She bit into his neck, and he growled in a half-man, half-animal voice. His cat felt like he was doing backflips, and Bear couldn’t focus on anything but her teeth in his flesh. As soon as he felt her them retract from his body, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him.
He crushed her mouth beneath his and kissed her. He knew it was rough, but he was so overwhelmed by her actions he couldn’t help it. He wanted to consume her. Her. His.
Her fingers gripped his hair tight, but she wasn’t trying to pull him away.
Breaking the kiss, he swept his hand behind her knees and lay them both on the ground. Her scent, combined with the natural fragrance of the damp earth around them, made his animal ecstatic. He nudged Bear, to mark her and make them theirs. Kissing his way up her throat, he paused when he reached her chin and lifted his head to look down at her. “I’m the luckiest man alive, Calla.” He grinned. “Archer. My last name is Archer.” He kissed her softly this time.
“Hart. That’s mine.” She put her hand on the back of his head and applied pressure. Turning hers to the side, he realized she was baring her throat to him.
His animal gave him a blunt sign that he needed to mark her. Bear didn’t need any more help. Leaning down, he kissed her neck and licked over it. His lion supplied the teeth in an instant, and he bit into her neck.
She groaned, and his automatic response was a low rumble. This was them claiming their mate. There would be no other moment like this in either of their lives.
Retracting the teeth, he licked over the small wound and decided even her blood was perfect. “Thank you.” He whispered against the soft skin of her neck.
When he moved his head and looked at her, his heart slammed inside his chest. He swore each time he looked at her she was more beautiful than the last. Rolling to his back, he brought her with him. The ground was cold and wet; he didn’t want her lying on it.
Stretching up to kiss her, she sat up, pulling his head toward her. Everywhere their bodies touched felt like they were going to burst into flames, and he wouldn’t expect it to be any other way.
She nibbled over the bite mark on his neck, and he growled. It was intense in an absolutely amazing way.
Taking a handful of hair, he pulled her head up so he could kiss her. His cat wanted to mark every inch of her and Bear almost paused on the idea. But he didn’t want to mark the perfection of her skin.
Calla grasped his face between her hands and kissed him. His tongue scraped along sharp Teeth, which confirmed her animal was as involved as his own. He couldn’t enough of touching her. His hands were moving with pause. He ran his hands down over her shoulders to her back and wanted to touch all of her at once.
She rocked her hips and moaned into his mouth.
Bear lifted her weight and held her against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She kissed him with such passion he thought he might explode before anything else happened.
Lowering her slowly, he gave her every opportunity to object. He could smell how ready she was, but it was still up to her. She had the choice, and he wouldn’t take that from her.
She broke the kiss and gasped as he lowered her onto him. He had to clamp his teeth together hard to maintain the gentle motion. Feeling her wrap around him was the most intense thing he’d ever felt.
When he was completely inside her, he licked along her throat and used his teeth to gently nip her collarbone. He was giving her the chance to set the pace. But with each moan, his control faltered more.
Digging her heels in behind him, she swayed her body against his. Bracing one hand on the ground, he wrapped the other under her and lifted her up. She clawed his scalp and jerked his head back so she could assault his mouth.
He felt her legs loosen the grip they had on his waist, and then she was riding him in a deliciously slow rhythm. He wanted her to take whatever she needed from him. He leaned back and only moved his hips to thrust against her when their bodies connected.
She was making low growling noises that were bringing his cat dangerously close to the surface. He watched her face as she rode him harder and was sure there was nothing as beautiful as she was. Arching her back, she braced her hands on his shoulders, and he felt the tips of claws bite into his skin. A surge of urgency flashed through him.
Her breasts moved each time their bodies connected, and he had to taste them. Running his hand up her ribcage, he saw the trail of mud he left behind. He didn’t care if he had to eat it, just as long as her skin was beneath it. Leaning forward, he captured her nipple in his mouth and gently let his teeth drag over it as her rising pulled it from his lips. She made a deep guttural sound that vibrated through his whole body.
He needed more. He needed to hear her pleasure. Grasping her waist, he flipped them so she was pinned beneath him. He felt the sharp teeth in his mouth and had to fight the desire to mark her again and again. It was all he could think. With a growl, he pulled out of her and dragged his hands in a possessive touch down over her skin. When his face was level with her stomach, he nipped it gently, and she groaned and grabbed his hair. She didn’t pull to stop him, so he moved down more and pulled her leg up. Licking along her inner thigh, he felt the excitement of his cat and knew if he didn’t concede to the beast, he was going to keep trying, and she could get hurt.
He looked up at her body to see her breathing was erratic and varying. Her cat was right there as well. He wanted this as their moment, not their animals. Rubbing his face over her thigh, he opened his mouth and carefully bit it in just the right spot on the inside of it. He was precise with the bite so as not to nick anything that would cause her pain or too much bleeding. A yowl came from her, and his cat was now pleased.
Pulling his mouth away, he moved up her body and thrust into her. Claws bit into his hips as she moved at a frenzied speed to drive them both toward climax.