Chapter 4

The fear over Corbin learning about fated mates and then rejecting the idea of being stuck with me forever fled when he decided to get kinky.

I placed my hands on my hips, grinned, and then said, “That’s no punishment for me, big man. I like a bit of spanking. And choking. Hair pulling is a plus as well.” I winked.

“Why were you worried?”

He popped my desire like a pin to a balloon. My shoulders sagged, and I dropped my hands. “No reason. But I would?—”

“If you talk to me, I’ll kiss you.”

My cock perked up and decided it was time to fatten.

But is a kiss worth the risk of losing him when he hears about being mine?

Yes.

A kiss was worth the risk when the prize was my mate offering me those very kissable lips, which had more stubble surrounding them this morning. Would he grow a beard if I asked? I’d like to know what his beard would feel like between my legs while he ate my ass like it was the best treat in the world.

I’d never been with anyone who had a beard. But I could imagine Corbin with one. Dark like his hair. Black with maybe gray tinting it? Salt and pepper, then. I liked salt better than pepper because then I could call him my silver fox daddy.

A blast of arousal spread through my body, and I had to move from one foot to another, squeezing my ass cheeks together.

“Riker.”

Right, kiss.

Yes, please.

Hopefully.

“I’m worried because I think that once you learn what a fated mate is you’ll want me gone, and I’ll never get to see you again.” I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. My belly dropped, and I clutched my hands to my chest to push them against my rapid-beating heart. Reluctantly, I told him, “You and me, we’re fated mates. There aren’t many. Except for some reason, my brothers and I have been gifted with one. A fated mate forms a connection between us that lasts forever. It can’t be broken and is sealed once we have sex and I bite you. I don’t understand how it works, but it does, and it’s something rare and wonderful. But the thought of you believing I’m not worth the trouble is like a sledgehammer to the heart. I can be a handful, Corbin. I know it. My brothers know it. But I can’t change who I am and what I do.”

I was on a roll. Needing to tell him as much as I could.

“I took my brothers’ partners to the club since I was bored and wanted a fight, and I knew my brothers would give me one when they got there. It was lucky Soren, the club owner who is a vampire and loves me, got everyone out before the hurt went down. But then you kidnapped me….” A huff of air spilled out of me before I dragged in another deep breath.

I shook my head and hugged myself, rocking forward and back on my feet. “I’m getting off track. I do stupid stuff like that all the time when I’m bored—not getting off track, I mean like at the nightclub—and it can bring a world of danger into my life and in return your life, but that’s if….” I shook my head again.

Should I carry on? It’s not like he’s running for the door yet.

Fuck it.

“My job is dangerous too. We don’t only work in the family businesses, which can be so freaking boring as well, but my brothers and I work for our shifter council in eliminating anyone they tell us to. Bad people. But we don’t kill just those they tell us. We’ll slaughter anyone who does us wrong or tries to hurt us or anyone we love.”

By the time I was done—at least I thought I was done, but I wasn’t too sure—I was panting.

I looked off to the side but peeked at my mate out the corner of my eye.

He rolled his head around, and I heard a crack in his neck. “Who’s this vampire that you were talkin’ about?”

I jolted in shock and stared at him. “Huh?”

“The vampire that loves you.”

My heart danced up into my throat, but I swallowed it back down. “Are… are you jealous?”

Oh my God, that was the cutest thing ever. No one ever got jealous over me. No one cared enough to get jealous. Then again, I hadn’t liked anyone enough to want them around long enough to get jealous. It was possible that if they’d gotten jealous, I would have punched them.

But with Corbin—my sweet, angry angel—I loved that he got jealous.

“Was he that guy with long hair standing at the bar?” he asked roughly.

I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t want him to get hurt. Not that I thought Soren would, but there was a chance Soren would drink from him, and if that happened, if Soren touched my mate, I would kill him, and that’d make me upset. Even my belly revolted at the thought of Corbin being touched and me killing Soren.

So, instead of answering him, I asked, “Aren’t you scared about being a fated mate?”

“No.”

My insides danced in glee like my fox was.

“Why?”

Stop questioning him, you fool. He’ll run for sure if I keep checking if he’s certain about me and us and our future.

“Decided last night that I wanted to see where this was going with us. Being a fated mate explains why I already feel so strongly, and it sounds a lot like marriage without divorce. I reckon I’ll take you up on the offer of keepin’ you forever since I already don’t like the thought of not seein’ you. But it ain’t like we gotta rush this and bond right now. I don’t want you to think I’d be accepting you just to fuck you.” Corbin took a step closer, and I vibrated with need, even just to touch him. “As soon as I saw you, Riker, I knew there was somethin’ different and special about you. I won’t want to change who you are. But I’d try and advise you if I think somethin’ you’re doin’ is a risk to you or me.”

He stopped close, but not close enough that I could reach out and lay my hands on him. Hands that itched to have our mate’s skin under them.

I wanted to rub my face against his warmth too. Not only in my fox form, but as I stood now. We wanted him stinking of our scent.

I won’t want to change who you are.

He’d said it and I believed him.

“Come here, Riker,” he clipped.

I bounced, ran the few steps, and jumped into his arms. He caught me with ease, one arm under my ass, the other at the back of my head to pull me into him for that much-needed kiss.

I moaned into his mouth and parted my lips after the first touch. I needed his taste to mingle with mine, and holy guacamole, he tasted fine.

He groaned into my mouth when I scraped my nails over his shoulders. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tightened. A sharp sting had me grinding into him and nipping at his bottom lip.

He tried to pull back, but I followed, assaulting him with more kisses.

Until his hand switched to grab the front of my neck and squeeze.

“Enough,” he ordered. “Enough for now. Be a good boy and I’ll give you my mouth later.”

I whimpered, dazed with desire. I rolled my cock into his lower stomach. “Can I touch you, please? Can I suck you? Need your cock in my mouth. Want your cum down my throat?—”

When he choked me harder, I groaned and gasped, eyes rolling back.

He placed me on my feet and forced me to kneel on the floor.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Saliva pooled in my mouth when he released his hold around my throat and ran his hand to the side of my face to stick his thumb in my mouth. I sucked greedily and squeezed my own cock to starve off the orgasm tickling at the edge already.

With his other hand, he undid the zipper of his black jeans, and I whimpered.

Reaching in, he pulled his cock out. Long, thick, and veiny, just the way I liked it. I already knew my ass would be sore from taking him, and I couldn’t wait for the hard fucking I knew he’d deliver.

I couldn’t wait for the bond either.

“Is this what you want?”

Humming, I nodded, and he withdrew his thumb. “Yes, Sir. Please.” A tingle raced up my spine when Corbin’s eyes heated over the word “sir.” I’d scented his arousal the first time I used it and knew I’d want to again. The heady rush of desire knowing it pleased him was addicting.

I shuffled close on my knees and stuck my nose into his skin at the side of his dick, drawing in a deep breath.

My cock leaked in my underwear. I had to pull it free to stroke over it.

Fingers glided into my hair and tightened, tugging my head back.

“Hand off your cock, boy.”

Noooo. I pouted, but he stared down at me with a smirk that didn’t match his darkened eyes.

His grip tightened more, causing another sting to my scalp.

I scrapped my top teeth over my bottom lip.

“Christ, you really do love this.” On this, he pulled at my hair again.

“Yes,” I moaned, hand slowly sliding across my stomach and down to?—

“If you touch yourself, you don’t get my cock.”

When I glared up at him, he chuckled.

I stuck my tongue out and waited for my prize since I was going to be a good fox to get what I wanted.

He took hold of his cock and tapped his wet tip to my tongue. “Fuck,” he clipped. “Close your lips around it.”

I did and he thrust into my mouth, hit the back of my throat, and I choked, eyes watering.

He went to pull away, but I gripped the back of his thighs to hold him in place while I opened my throat more and swallowed around him.

Snot, saliva, and tears soaked my face.

Corbin cursed up a storm and tore me off his cock using my hair. I was about to pout and beg, but he thrust in again. Right to the back, and I moaned, my own dick jerking up and down as cum shot out, landing on the floor.

“Christ, boy,” Corbin snarled. He pulled out and thrust in again. My throat warmed from his load spraying down it. He groaned and grunted through his release as I swallowed each drop.

I lost his cock but was picked up and carried to the counter where my mate kissed me.

He didn’t care I was a mess. He claimed my mouth like he couldn’t get enough.

He drew away and rested his forehead to mine. We both fought for our breaths.

“Haven’t come that fast in decades.”

Cackling, I squeezed my legs around his waist, my spent cock rubbing against him. “Me neither. But I liked it. A lot. It was damn hot, and I can’t wait to do it again. I’ll suck your cock anytime, anywhere. I don’t even care if we’re down the street and you want my mouth. You can have it. I’ll drop to my knees as soon as you demand it, Sir.”

“Hell, Riker.”

This feeling, this lightness was like when I hunted. When I killed. And I wanted it all the time.

Corbin said he accepted me, he’d take me as I was, and he would soon tie his life with mine.

I… I couldn’t understand how a person could make another giddy, but there I was, feeling it in that moment, and now I knew how lucky I was. Maybe after everything I’d done, I wasn’t as condemned as I thought I was.

Why else would Fate give me someone who balanced me out perfectly?

I deserved this.

Him.

And I’d take him.

He really didn’t know what he was getting into. How cold I could be. How ruthless, and hard, and possessive—so very possessive. He may have had a small glimpse of what I was like, but not all. So, I’d have to get him addicted to me before he could run away.

He was mine to keep. Like I was his.

There was no escape now that I’d had his cock in my mouth and his cum down my throat.