Chapter Six

BinjaOB

Once Binja realized the would-be assassin was female… he should have jumped up and run in the opposite direction. He definitely shouldn't have stayed where he was, straddling the lush, twisting body.

Somehow, she managed to capture a piece of him. The answer to how that happened was obvious. It had to come from Eita, the tiny bird that sprang from his mating bands. The how and the why of it could wait. It wasn't as important as the woman beneath him.

Every time she bucked her hips… he felt the movement to his soul. He shouldn't be here. Not alone with a woman who could never want him. Could never accept the man he was.

"I can't breathe, I can't think," she moaned, moving into his touch. Tugging his hair, bringing him closer.

Except… she didn't act as if she didn't want him.

"You are sure you want me? We can't take this back," he warned her. He should say more. Detail all the reasons why she would regret her actions. Regret him.

His cock throbbed, and he rubbed it back and forth over her slick flesh… seducing her. He nudged her entrance, allowing the tip to barely enter her body. Tempting…

Once more, she bucked upward, seeking more of him. "Yes. Yes. Do it. God, please fuck me."

He wouldn't fight this. Wouldn't allow her to change her mind. Binja surged forward, sliding his length all the way in. Immediately, the woman shattered around his cock. Milking him. Binja grit his teeth and held on. He wouldn't allow his body to follow where she led. He wanted more of her than a scant few seconds.

Binja stilled for a moment. Closed his eyes and took deep, even breaths. He discovered he could control the bands inside his body… inside hers. Several of his mating bands moved to circle his cock. Strangling his own need to orgasm while providing his mate with external ridges and bumps to increase her level of enjoyment.

Looking down, watching the female with heavy lids, Binja was overcome with emotion. Part of him couldn't believe this was happening. This beautiful woman moved beneath him, mindless and craving what only he could give her. She had no idea what was happening to her. Could she accept this? Not just for this moment, but for all time.

Could she accept him?

No matter how it happened, his bands had marked and claimed a mate. Just last night, when Binja's soul had been so thrilled with serving vengeance on an evil man, he truly believed there could never be a mate for him. That no woman could condone his darkness. He told himself it didn't matter. Yet tonight… here he was, pressed flesh to flesh with… he didn't even know her name.

That mattered . It mattered to him, and he was pretty sure it would matter to the woman when she could think again. Binja leaned over and kissed her gently. "Woman. Look at me," he demanded. "The mating bands have claimed you. I claim you. I need to know your name."

Her lashes lifted, and she met his gaze. "What is your name?" he asked and punctuated the question with a roll of his hips.

Her name came out with a sigh and the hint of laughter. "Tanner."

Binja pulled his cock back and thrust forward. "Tanner." He kissed the corner of her mouth and whispered, "My name is BinjaOB." He noticed she seemed dazed. Off in her own little world, delighting in every thrust of his hips.

He needed her to realize that all this pleasure came from him. BinjaOB… her mate. It wasn't something that just happened to her. Only he could give her this. He would make every orgasm something she couldn't forget. Make it a goal to love her and give her everything she craved… and maybe if he did all those things… she would overlook his darkness.

"Open your eyes, Tanner. Keep them open. We are just getting started." Binja began moving. Slow, methodical. With strong forward motion and gentle withdrawal.

His mate panted. Her amazing green eyes were open and locked on his. "You. Can. Call. Me. Tanny," she huffed with each energetic thrust of his cock.

He increased his speed, rewarding her. "Tanny," he whispered and smiled down, holding her gaze. "My family calls me Binja." He watched every expression. Each wide-eyed response and wince. He repeated what she liked and changed what she didn't. At the same time, Binja experimented with controlling the marks.

Soon, Tanny's eyes glazed with passion, and she begged him. "You've got to do something. Go faster," she panted. "Harder. Oh, my hell. More! I need more. Moremoremore please God, give me more." Her hands reached out, her fingers tugging on his hair, digging into his shoulder. She tried to pull him closer. Bowing her hips up, she dug her heels into his ass. Her lashes fluttered.

Binja's smile was fierce. She wanted him. Needed him. Needed more. He grinned and growled, "Don't close your eyes. Keep watching me. I promise. I'll give you everything you could ever want."

He meant what he said. Binja would give her anything she wanted. He saw into her soul. Saw the scars from hurts and unfulfilled dreams, and the shining light of her compassion. He realized what an incredible woman he'd been gifted.

Binja couldn't see what made those scars, but he promised himself that one day he'd learn all her secrets.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he stilled his body for a moment and Tanner's gaze locked on his. Feeling her body tense, he reveled in the shock and intensity of the new sensations. Her hands flew up to pull urgently at his shoulders. His need grew alongside hers and there was no question that she wanted this. Wanted him. Her mewling cries and seeking hands told him just how badly she wanted him. Flexing his hips, he moved in and out of her heat. Slow. Soft. Teasing.

"Please, Binja. Oh, God, don't stop!" Moaning, she bucked her hips, trying to get him to start again.

With his body over hers, he kept her locked in place. Open to him. Depending on his every touch and stroke. He wanted her wild.

Lowering his head, he whispered in her ear, "Feel me, Tanner. Feel me claim you. See how good we are together. You're mine now. Not just for now, but forever." Punctuating his possession of her with a powerful thrust, he drove his thick shaft to the hilt again. His pubic bone nudged her clit, sending shockwaves of unimaginable pleasure jolting through her body. He withdrew, only to plunge over and over again into her tight sheath. As he moved inside her, once again the mating bonds vibrated her flesh, arousing her even more.

"Mine!" he growled. When she didn't respond, he looked down and noticed her eyes closed tight. Binja demanded. "Look at me, Tanner. Tell me you are mine!"

Her gaze snapped to his. Her green eyes focused on him and she gasped for breath... answered his demand and made one of her own. "If I'm yours, you have to be mine. I don't share."

Binja smiled, satisfied. "Yours," he agreed

Tanner's willingness to be his, allowed the mating bands to fully merge with her mind. To connect the two of them. Her eyes widened, and she groaned at the surge of pleasure. Words were beyond them both. Binja was thrilled, knowing once the connection was forged, it would never break. He felt the shift and shimmer of his bond markings as they reacted to the joining. The dark bands held that connection, a link from one to the other.

They would only experience this total merging of souls during sex, but the bands insured he would always be a part of her. If she tried to run from him, or someone attempted to take her from him… her soul would provide a beacon for him to follow. If she ever became sick or injured… he would share her pain and his bands would immediately heal her.

Binja grinned, knowing he could light up her body with erotic delight. More than she'd ever imagined. Moving inside her, the bands throbbed in areas only they could touch. The band circling his cock created ridges and tiny appendages. These would stimulate Tanny's pleasure points and trigger a stronger release.

Others rubbed across her nipples and clit, joining his fingers to drive her higher. She would always crave this. The fierce, unmatched pleasure only Binja could give her.

Tanner screamed and exploded around him, but he wasn't finished.

Laying flush against his mate, their skin slick with combined sweat, a potent feeling of possession deluged his soul. Grinding his hips, digging in her sweet heat, he pushed up her left knee. He smiled when she groaned and rewarded her with a kiss. "There is still more," he promised.

In this position, he could move deeper within her. She felt so tight and hot around his cock. Her body continued to shudder from her first orgasm. Releasing the last small thread of control, Binja grit his teeth and threw his head back, wanting to scream at the incredible pleasure. Pounding into her body, the friction of her tight flesh engulfed him, milking and clenching in rhythmic torture.

Moving beneath him, Tanner met every thrust. Using the hand already buried in her hair, he pulled her head up to kiss him. This time the word was a warning, whispered against her lips, " Mine. "

He rode Tanner's second climax and pushed her into another. When she shattered a third time, Binja let go of his control, pumped his cock furiously, and allowed his body to release. He collapsed over his mate, then carefully rolled to the side, taking her with him. Now Tanner lay over him, encircled in his arms.

Binja locked her body to his, afraid his mate would come to her senses and run.