14. Amy

14

I'm floating. Bobbing like a buoy in the middle of the ocean. If the ocean was a cocoon of warmth that smelled like sunshine and leather.

My eyes slowly blink open. Every muscle is lax, until I try to stretch, then I seize up as sharp pain flares somewhere deep inside of me.

"Slowly, babe," a deep voice rumbles against the side of my head. "We're still locked together."

It takes a minute for his words to register. Then… the memories of everything that happened over the last several hours come crashing down on me. I'm wrapped in Dante's arms. Surrounded by Dante's scent. Locked with Dante's cock.

My hand trembles when I slowly lift it to where a dull ache is radiating from the side of my neck. Before I can touch it, his hand covers mine, tucking it back where he's wrapped around me.

"Don't touch, it'll be healed by morning."

Oh god! Does that mean… Did he… He?—

"You bit me?" My voice quivers around the question I already know the answer to.

"I did," his arms tighten, and he nuzzles the place on the side of my neck that aches. A slow throb matching time with the pulses where his cock is still buried deep inside me.

Dear God, is he still hard?

"I claimed you; we're connected now. I couldn't help myself."

Anger swells hot and tight in my chest. He bonded me to him. Without asking me? How dare he. But just as fast, that anger quickly fizzles out, because he did ask me, didn't he? We discussed it, at least. I knew it was his intention and honestly even if he'd had the strength to stop and ask me, in the heat of the moment I probably would have begged for it.

I did beg for it.

It's no longer the heat of the moment though. Now, it's a scary reality that I didn't have time to fully consider the consequences of. Something I know far too little about. What are the repercussions of this? Because I'm sure there will be many. How is this going to affect my life? My daughter's life?

"I can hear you thinking," Dante sighs against the side of my throat. "What's running through your pretty head, Mate?"

Mate. Damn him!

"A lot of things," I admit.

A rumbly, growly purr vibrates through his chest and into my back. The sound is surprisingly soothing to my fraying nerves, and I find myself relaxing back into him as he asks, "is there anything in particular I can help you with?"

Is there? The growly purr is seeping into my head, relaxing me to the point that it's hard to keep my eyes open.

He slowly shifts behind me and suddenly I feel less full. His cock must be softening.

He slips free of my body and a warm gush of fluids follows. "Shhh," he hushes when I whine at the loss of him. "I swear to you, you won't regret this. I'll make sure of it."

My heart leaps at his promise, but can I really trust him?

"I don't know how I feel about what you did," I say as my fingers pick at the comforter beneath us. "We should have discussed it."

This changes everything! Doesn't it? It's a permanent thing, I can tell that much. I can feel it locked in place, somewhere deep inside me. It should terrify me, but—I'm not. I'm angry and confused, but not frightened.

Dante's arms tighten around me, "I know. I meant to. But in the heat of the moment, my instinct and my cat both took over."

"What about Molly? How will this affect her?" I'm rambling, trying to sort out what's happened. To make sense of all of it.

"Nothing, baby," he assures me. "Nothing changes that you don't want to. Claiming you might bond you to me, but it's not some mystical thing that will somehow take away your free will. If tomorrow you wake up and decide you want nothing to do with me, then you will still be able to walk away."

"Just like that? What about you?" I ask. It can't be that easy.

"I'll be a wreck, but life goes on. Part of being your fated mate, means that I will always want the very best for you, even if that means you're not with me."

A part of me—maybe the part he claimed—understands and accepts everything he is telling me. It understands the instinct behind his actions. He didn't claim me to be controlling. I realize I can somehow sense his feelings and there is no hint of any kind of malicious intent. Dante truly could not help himself.

"I don't want to lose you. Not after I just found you, but I know that there is no excuse for what I did," he nuzzles the back of my neck and my eyes flutter closed at the way both his body and his masculine scent are wrapped around me. "I mean it, I'll do everything to make sure you never regret it."

A low pulse has started up between my legs again. How am I horny again so soon? Reaching down between my legs, I slip my fingers through the mess he's left of me. My lips are swollen and tender, the flesh within still stretched open.

"Maybe I should give that part of you a break," he chuckles when I whimper at the state of my poor pussy. I turn to look at him over my shoulder and my heart lurches. He's so beautiful, especially like this, with sex tousled hair and his mouth quirked up in a smirk.

"You did promise to fuck my ass." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them and now I can't take them back.

Dante stills behind me and then I feel his cock growing hard again where it rests against my hip.

"Baby girl," he growls, rolling me onto my stomach. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Without being asked, I slide my knees up under me, propping my ass up in the air. Turning to look over my shoulder, I bat my eyes at him. He looks totally wrecked. His eyes are a wild swirl of gold and burnt caramel that flash in the light. If I didn't know what he was I would think that was impossible. But now…

I wriggle my ass from side to side, purposely tempting him. Biting down on my bottom lip when his eyes follow the slow pattern, getting wet just by watching him. Knowing what he wants to do to me. What I want him to do to me. Because I definitely want this.

When he makes his move, I'm not prepared for it. He strikes like a cobra. Fingers biting into the globes of my ass, spreading me apart and then licking. I fall forward, lifting my ass even higher. Opening myself to more of him.

"Dante," I gasp when he spears the tip of his tongue into my dark pucker. Forcing it deep enough that I can feel my asshole stretch around it. Then he backs off and rims me, teasing the sensitive nerves before slicking his tongue through my folds to tease my clit. He does this over and over until I'm panting and rocking back, wanting to take more of him.

"Please," I whine when he pulls back from me to rock back on his heels.

"Shhh, we're not done yet," he assures me as he swipes his cock through my messy slit. Getting it nice and wet. When I feel the blunt head of him at my back entrance, I can't help but to tense. "You gotta relax for me, baby. I don't want to hurt you so you gotta loosen those muscles."

I try. God knows, I try but the more he stretches me back there the more my body's reaction is to keep him out. Try as I might, I can't stop myself from clenching around him.

A low groan is wrenched from the back of my throat when he inches deeper. It hurts, but it also feels good. So good. The burning sensation as he stretches me sends tingles through my body.

"Christ, you're so fucking tight," he growls. His hands are locked on my hips as he rocks in and out, pushing deeper and deeper and deeper. Untried muscles burn with each press of his hips, forcing them to give. To take him. Until?—

"Please!" I howl just as his hips come up flush to my ass. Oh God, I'm stretched so full. He's all the way in and my muscles are quivering with the anticipation of what's next. "Please, Dante. I need you."

One hand slides across my hip and over my stomach before slipping between my thighs. He curls over my back and brings his lips to the shell of my ear, his breaths loud and hot against the side of my face.

"I have you, Amy. Are you ready?"

"Yes! God, yes! Please…"

His rhythm starts out slow. His finger circles my clit as he pulls his cock out of my ass until just his head is holding me open. Then, with a snap of his hips, he thrusts deep once more. He does it again. Finger circling my clit as he saws in and out of my ass, over and over, until he's driving the breath from my lungs and a cascade of stars bursts before my eyes. Moans tear from deep inside my chest with each thrust of his hips as tears sting my eyes, but not from pain. Well, not all of it. The sharp ache I felt when he first breached my virgin ass has mellowed to something deeper. Primal. My fingers curl around handfuls of bedding as I brace myself for each thrust of his hips. The hand between my legs alternates tight circles around my clit and sliding through my drenched folds until it's all I can do to hold myself up while he pumps pleasure like I've never felt throughout my body.

"Where do you want my cum, baby?" he grunts just before I'm sure I'm about to explode from the building pressure low in my belly. "In your ass or on it?"

A chill runs up my spine at the thought of him coming inside my ass and before I even think I moan, "In me. I want you to come in me."

"Ah, fuck baby! I knew you were going to say that." His teeth scrape across the back of my neck before he bites down—not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to immobilize me.

His hips are slapping faster. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.

A low groan rumbles out of him just as warm liquid heat floods my backside. The heat spreads, growing until it's consuming me. Incinerating me. Coupled with the pressure of his teeth clamping down on the back of my neck sends me hurtling over the edge with a scream after him. A moment later his hips press hard against my tight back channel.

"Gonna barb you again, Amy," he grunts as spurt after spurt of his hot cum lashes deep inside. His breathing is harsh and hot against the back of my neck, and I can hear the slick sounds of his cock working in and out before the sting of his barbs locks him in place.

My eyes roll back and another wave of ecstasy smothers me just before I black out.