Chapter 21

Sebastian

"Sebastian!"

When I heard Ada's screech across the house, I felt my grin spread slowly and thoroughly over my face.

I leaned back in the leather chair, lifted my hands to rest behind my head, and stared across my office.

Three.

Two.

One.

The double mahogany doors burst open, and my fierce little mate stood there, her eyes narrowing as she took in my expression.

"Where are they?" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.

"Where's what, sweetheart?"

She took a step inside and lowered her head slightly but kept her gaze on me. "My keys. Where are my keys, Sebastian?"

I shrugged, knowing I was being a cocky bastard as I acted like I had better things to do than discuss this. "On the key rack you insisted on putting up by the front doors?"

I kept my focus on her, a small smile on my lips as she came closer, kicking first one door closed, then slamming the other one shut.

Although she acted pissed off, I could smell the desire simmering below the surface, a good argument with her always bringing out that reaction.

Same, baby girl. Same, I thought as I reached down and adjusted my stiffening dick.

My mate was always hungry for me.

I'd been worried she wouldn't be able to keep up with my sexual appetite for needing her in all the ways a male needed a female. But I'd been shocked to know maybe I wasn't the one who could keep up.

Because my girl had one hell of an appetite for me, and I was more than happy to ease her desire any time and any way.

"You know," she said in a soft, almost singsong voice that instantly had my suspicions rising.

But I didn't move a muscle, didn't let the smile on my lips fade.

"I started looking for my keys extra early, before I had to leave, because I just had this feeling they were going to be lost." She moved closer to my desk and ran her finger along the edge as she slowly rounded it, coming closer to me.

I swiveled in my leather chair so that when she stopped, she was only a couple of feet away from me and nothing obstructed her from me.

Her irritation finally faded from her beautiful face the longer she looked at me. In its place was that softness I knew all too well… the kind that told me her arousal was taking control.

"I know you hate when I leave, but I also know you want me to go to this."

I exhaled roughly at her words, and the arrogance left me as I dropped my arms to my lap and started smoothing my hands up and down my slack-covered thighs. "Yeah, sweetheart."

I did. I fucking hated when she left so damn much. In fact, I hated it so much I'd followed her every single time. Well, until she found out I was stalking her and put a fucking stop to that.

Because the truth was, for as big and bad as I was, for as many lives as I'd taken over the last century, and all the violence I'd inflicted, this little Fae held all the power over me.

All of it.

If she said to back the fuck up and give her space… I listened.

I worshipped the very ground she walked on.

But that didn't mean I wouldn't have someoneelse following her. I'd only promised that I wouldn't do it.

There was no way I could not have her being watched. Hell, I needed it for my own fucking sanity.

I found myself having waking nightmares of some unknown force pulling Ada from me again and again. It was driving me fucking crazy.

I really didn't fucking care if I was a psychotic, overbearing stalking asshole when it came to my female. In fact, I embraced the hell out of the title.

She gave me that pretty smile I loved seeing so much as she stepped closer and planted her perfect ass right onto my lap. I adjusted her so both of her legs hung over the armrest of my chair.

Ada cupped my cheek, smoothing her fingers along my scruff that I was growing out for her.

When I'd shaved my beard off last week, her protest had been instant. She liked the facial hair, and so I told myself I'd never fucking shave again.

"Truth is, I don't really want to go," she murmured.

Her eyes were so green, so honest yet vulnerable that I just wanted to keep her wrapped in the safety of my arms for the rest of our lives.

And although I'd spouted off all that caveman shit about keeping her under lock and key, once I had her safely back in my arms, I knew I'd never deny her anything.

I wrapped my arms even more snugly around her, knowing she was probably having a hard time breathing, but I was unable to ease up on being so proprietary.

She was so small in my lap, everything about her fitting against me perfectly.

I pushed the long fall of her wine-colored hair away from her neck and ran the tip of my nose along the length, scenting her as I went.

She shivered in my arms and leaned against me farther. I knew she didn't have to be to her therapy appointment for another two hours, but I also knew her well enough to know that she was a perfectionist, my little mate, wanting to have everything in order.

Which was why I knew she'd be looking for those keys well before she had to leave.

"Do you feel like it's helping?" I murmured right beside her ear before kissing the spot below it and dragging my tongue along the shell.

She shivered again in my arms and pulled back, looking at me with a dreamy expression on her face.

"Honestly I don't know." Her gaze flickered down to my mouth, and I bit back my groan at seeing how needy my girl was.

Although we talked in depth about anything and everything, there were things Ada had to deal with that not even I—the one person who would always put her best interests at heart even if it killed me in the end—was qualified to help her with.

And I wanted the very best for her. I needed her to heal, not for me—never for me—but for her. I didn't want her to have to look at her back in the mirror, or have me kiss and touch those scars, and be constantly thrust back into that nightmare.

"But I've only been going for a couple of weeks. And I really like talking to this new therapist. She's just so down-to-earth, and it doesn't make me feel like I'm being splayed open by telling her everything that happened."

"I'm glad you like going. I think it's good, baby."

She smiled and nodded.

I just wanted to make everything… better.

Having these newfound emotions since being mated was something I was still getting used to. I'd always been the type of male to stand back and watch, to stay silent and wait before I attacked.

But now I felt even more volatile where Ada was concerned. I felt more dangerous than ever.

Nothing else mattered but making sure Ada was happy being with me.

Because the very idea that there was a moment where she looked at me and had doubts was a fate worse than death.

"But you know what makes it bearable?" She reached up and cupped both sides of my cheeks. "You," she whispered. "You make it all worth it. Everything."

I'd never let anyone touch me before, never a hug from my brother, a shoulder slap from my cousin. I was content to be alone and stay in solitude. Isolated.

But now having Ada in my life, I realized not having her touch me was physically unbearable.

"And you for me, sweetheart. More than you'll ever know."

I wanted her arms and legs wrapped around me, wanted my tongue running along every single inch of her gorgeous, freckled body. I needed her to come against my lips as I ate her out. I wanted to feel her grinding her perfect cunt on my face.

And the whole time I'd tell her over and over again that she was the only good part that made me… me.

Emotion welled up in me so suddenly, so violently that I tightened my fingers at her nape, squeezing my fingers tightly until she made a soft sound. It wasn't one of distress.

It was one of anticipation.

When she squirmed on my lap, I inhaled deeply, smelling the nectar that slipped from her tight, hot-as-fuck pussy.

My cock grew impossibly harder and longer.

She shifted on me again, and a small smile covered her lips. "Why, Mr. Darris," she all but purred, "seems like your mind is in the gutter." She leaned in and was the one to drag her tongue along my bottom lip.

I growled, feeling my self-control slowly fraying with each passing second.

She was breathing harder, our mouths pressed together, our gazes locked on each other's. "Fuck me, Sebastian."

I became feral as soon as the words left her.

"Show me again that I'm yours."

I jerked her forward, our lips slamming together hard, almost painfully as our mouths clashed together. I kissed her like a possessed male, stroking her tongue with mine, making her let me fuck her mouth.

"You're mine. No one else's." I ran my tongue over her lips, and she moaned, her body getting more relaxed the longer I held her. "Say it."

She still didn't give me what I wanted.

I bit her lip hard enough that I broke the skin. Fuck, her gasp of pain and pleasure sounded so fucking pretty.

And still she hadn't told me what I wanted to hear.

She wanted to be a brat? Good. It fucking turned me on more.

I slid my hand from her neck to grip the long, wavy strands of her hair and jerked her head back. The way her eyes were hooded, her mouth parted, and her cheeks pink from her blush had my cock jerking uncomfortably in my slacks.

I was a walking hard-on because of this little Fae female, and right now my dick was as hard as iron and digging into her lush ass. And every time she squirmed, I gritted my teeth, grinding my molars at how good that felt.

"Fucking say it, Ada." I leaned in close so we were nose to nose, the animal inside of me rising up, that violent vampiric part wanting her to submit.

I tightened my hand in her hair hard enough I knew it hurt. But I smelled her pussy getting wetter, that honey scent driving me absolutely fucking wild.

"I'm yours," she groaned. "I'll never be anyone else's."

I wrapped my arm around her waist, gave her one more long, thorough kiss, and felt my patience snap.

I swept my other arm across the top of my desk, sending all my shit flying off the top and crashing to the ground.

Ada gasped at the sudden destruction, but all I gave her was a nip with my fang on her lower lip. I stood and pressed her belly to the desk, using my foot to kick her legs apart.

"Put your hands where they belong," I said deep and low, almost too low for her to hear because I was on the verge of snapping as it was.

She reached up and gripped the edge, really stretching out for me, spreading her lush, lithe body so I could eye fuck the hell out of her.

She wore a pair of leggings, the material stretching and molding to every single perfect part of her body.

For a tiny thing, Ada had the plumpest ass, one that made my mouth water.

Despite knowing she had somewhere to be in a couple of hours, I was feeling far too animalistic right now to give a fuck about keeping her clothing intact.

"I'm going to fuck you, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going to be walking funny when you leave for your appointment." I gripped the edge of her pants.

She looked over her shoulder and breathed out with zero conviction, "Don't even think about it, Sebastian. I like these pants."

All I did was chuckle darkly. "You think you tell me how I'm going to fuck my mate?" I let a slow, devious grin spread over my face. "I do the fucking, baby. You know that."

I let her see my lengthening fangs a second before I leaned in and tore her leggings away as if they were nothing but tissue paper.

The material clung to her body for a second before it snapped off and fluttered to the ground. And then there she was, bent over my desk with her pale, perfect ass popped up, the tiny thong wedged between her ass cheeks and causing my mouth to water.

She had the prettiest freckles all over her body, ones I memorized every single time I had her naked.

She moved her legs closer together, and I wedged my foot between them, kicking them out once more. "Be a good girl and do exactly what I want, sweetheart, or I'll make your ass sore… the way you like." That last part was a harsh growl from my chest.

She didn't respond, but she did pop out her ass, which had me chuckling in dark pleasure.

I palmed one ass cheek, then the other, smoothing my hand over it to warm the skin. When she looked over her shoulder at me, I held her gaze as I brought my hand down and spanked her.

Smack!

"Eyes forward, darling."

She moaned and looked straight ahead, and I continued to rub my hand over her ass. Back and forth, smoothing the sting I'd just caused her.

Seeing my handprint already on the luscious mound had my cock jerking. My dick was so hard it throbbed behind my slacks, digging into my zipper. I spanked her again and again, then twisted my hand so I was smacking her soaked pussy.

The sound of my palms meeting her juicy, cunt had me snarling like a wild beast.

With my free hand, I palmed the length through my pants, squeezing the girth until I hissed out and could see a damp spot forming in the front from pre-cum. I was already leaking like a motherfucker and we'd just gotten started.

I backed up a step and got down on my haunches, an ass cheek in each hand as I gripped the flesh and gave it a hard squeeze.

My girl was panting but listening so well as she kept her eyes forward.

"Now, now, baby girl, you can tell me what you want." I ran my fangs over her bottom, scraping the sharp points on her pale flesh until I watched the skin break open and blood slide down like ruby lines. "And only because I gave you permission."

And when I flattened my tongue and licked those sweet, coppery trails off her body, I got a jolt at how delicious she was. I felt like a coke addict snorting lines, but my addiction wasn't of the chemical kind. No, I was totally fucking consumed by this perfect Fae.

"Ahhh," she cried out but didn't tell me to stop. I spread her legs wider until I could see how soaked the material was.

"Mmm, so wet your honey is dripping down your thighs, baby. Makes me hungry." I ran my tongue along her pussy juices, lapping them up, groaning for more. And I'll get it.

"Sebastian," she cried out.

"Tell me what I want to hear and I'll give it all to you." I gripped her waist, my hold hard enough she'd have bruises, marks on this porcelain skin that would remind her who she belonged to.

"I want you to eat me out."

I hummed at those words. "Tell me more."

Her panting increased and her body trembled.

"Tell me in obscene detail what you want your obsessed mate to do to you."

The sound of her nails scratching at the wood was loud and turned me on like a motherfucker. Then again, Ada didn't have to be in the same room as me and I was stiffer than a lead pipe.

"So pretty. So… mine."

I heard more scraping and wanted her to leave gouges on my desk. I wanted to look at them and be reminded over and over again how hard I plowed her tight pussy and got her off.

"I want your mouth on my pussy," she breathed out.

"Tell me more." I was still on my haunches, my finger running under the string of her thong as I gently pulled it up before letting it snap back into place.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

"I want you to tear it off, Sebastian."

Snap. Snap. Snap.

"I want it to dig into my skin a second before it falls to the floor?—"

"Don't you know, darling, whenever I tear your panties off, I keep them so I can jerk off to the scent of you when you're not here?"

She moaned and I pulled the underwear off then, watching as the elastic made a red line on her hip before it broke and I held it completely in my grasp.

"Look at me," I grated that single word out, and when she was looking into my eyes, I brought her thong to my nose and inhaled deeply. "This is what I do when I have my big, fat cock in my hand and jerk off until I come all over the place." I let her see me shove the underwear into my pocket.

"You're a nasty bastard," she whispered. "But I like it."

"I know you do, sweetheart." I focused on her ass again, then spread her open so I could see that perfect pink, wet slit, and the tiny hole nestled between the cheeks. "Remember the last time I fucked your ass? Remember how you told me I was too big and thick… that it hurt?"

She moaned in response. "Yes," she mewled.

"Tell me what else you want. You know I'm a nasty fucker who likes hearing you say that filthy shit."

"I want you to bury your face between my thighs and lick my pussy until I come." As if to emphasize her point, she angled her hips up.

"Mmm, you're such a good girl." I dragged my tongue through her slit, her pussy so wet my chin and cheeks were already drenched.

The sloppy sounds of me eating her out had my dick throbbing, and I let go of her ass cheeks, the mounds framing my face as I probed her with my tongue and moved to suck on her clit.

I loosened my belt, undid the zipper and button of my slacks, and freed my cock. The fucker was ready to go as it sprang out. I gripped the length and started stroking myself from root to tip, squeezing pre-cum out of the crown until I felt it cover my hand.

My groan was instant at her flavor on my tongue. I growled against her pussy, then moved to her swollen clit. I sucked on her and felt her start to grind her cunt on my face, knowing I could get her off fast this way.

"Give me one like this, sweetheart." My words were muffled against her slit, and I only stopped long enough to demand she give me this.

She started really thrusting her ass and pussy back at me, and I kept one hand on my cock as I jerked off. The other hand was right back on her ass, smacking her every time I did a deep pull of her clit.

"That's it. You work that little pussy on me like my good girl." I groaned and closed my eyes as I felt my balls draw up. My hand was covered in pre-cum, my face soaked with her nectar. "You like making Daddy so hard I could come without even being inside you?"

Her moan was long and loud as she came for me.

I started tongue fucking her, thrusting in and out of her as I jerked off faster. Christ, I was going to come if I kept this up. But there was no fucking way I was stopping, not until she sagged against my desk because her legs couldn't hold her up any longer.

And sixty seconds later she did just that as she came down from her high.

"That's one, baby." I gave her ass a hard spank, and she moaned, squirming under me as I smoothed the sharp sting she no doubt felt with my hand.

When I stood, I pushed my slacks all the way down until they pooled at my feet, spanked her again and barked out for her to stay spread, and then I was notching the tip of my cock at her pussy hole and sliding in deep in one brutal thrust.

"I want two more before we're done here."

Smack! Smack!

I cracked my hand over her left, then right ass cheek, the flesh jiggling from the force as I stayed seated deep inside her, feeling Ada's walls clamp around me as her pussy contracted from her orgasm.

"Oh… Gods." She was white-knuckling my desk at this point as I pushed inch after inch of my cock into her. "You're always so hard. It's too much. You're too big."

I spanked her ass as I pushed another inch of dick into her. "You fucking love that it hurts." The words were hissed out through gritted teeth. Sweat beaded my brow as I struggled not to come already. "You like when it feels like I'm splitting this little pussy in two."

The sound of her forehead connecting with the desk as she fully rested against it was loud in my office.

I started really fucking her, holding on to her hips as I pulled her back at the same time I slammed up into her. My balls slapped her soft pussy every time I bottomed out inside her.

She was right back at the precipice of another orgasm, and I wanted to feel her walls sucking at my length. I had no intentions of coming while I was buried in her cunt.

No, I was going to ass fuck her and fill her up back there, letting her feel how hot my cum was.

After that I was going to pull out and watch it slip out of that tight hole like the nasty fucker I was.

My nails were claws, digging into her sides. I moved my hands up, then dragged them down, raking the tips down her sides so red welts marred her skin.

She went crazy then, bucking underneath me, trying to impale herself harder and faster every time I thrust upward.

I smacked her ass hard enough the crack of my palm hitting her flesh drowned out everything else.

My sweat dripped onto her back, and I leaned forward, running my tongue up the length of her spine and licking up the combination of our perspiration.

I reached around and gripped her neck, adding pressure, knowing my girl liked it a little rough.

"Jesus fucking Christ. You're the hottest piece of ass, baby."

"Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice strained as I squeezed her throat a bit harder.

"Look at me," I demanded but didn't give her a chance to obey as I used my hold on her neck to twist her head to the side.

I wanted her to look at my face as I plowed into her, as I brought her to the brink before I pulled out and did it all over again. I wanted Ada so stretched that when I was done she'd feel like she just lost her virginity all over again.

"I have to get my cock all nice and wet so I can really open your ass up."

She tipped her head back, and the long fall of her red hair cascaded over one shoulder. "You say the dirtiest damn things."

"You fucking love it, my dirty girl."

"Yesss."

I latched my gaze on to her throat, watching the heavy vein that ran up the side of it pulsing wildly. My mouth watered for a taste.

I slammed into her once, twice, and on the third time I buried myself balls-deep as I rolled my hips. She came for me, her wetness squirting out of her and making everything so sloppy I had to grit my teeth so I didn't orgasm right then along with her.

Before she was even coming down from her high, when I could still feel her inner muscles clenching around my cock, I pulled out and grabbed my dick, stroking myself again and staring down at my glossy length.

The sight of how wet my shaft was because of how primed Ada had been for me turned me on like a motherfucker.

I went down on my haunches again, keeping her ass spread as I stared at that tight hole. I'd fucked her here before, many times over the past month since we'd gotten back.

But every single time I was with her it was like the first. She drove me crazy, had me jealous at the thought of another male even thinking about her.

And those thoughts alone had me fucking her hard and rough, the aggression and territorial nature of me coming out during sex.

She'd be covered in bruises, bite marks, and scratches. But my girl loved it all. She begged for more, even scratched me right back.

And I was so damn head over heels for her that even if we weren't mated, I knew she'd be mine. I wouldn't have stopped until I made that a reality.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. She smelled like the lemon and vanilla soap she used to clean her skin. There was an undercurrent of her salty yet sweet perspiration and the musky, intoxicating aroma of her arousal slipping from her pussy.

When I opened my eyes, my mouth watered at the sight of her asshole. I leaned back and spit right on that tiny hole, getting her nice and wet, making sure she was good and lubed for when I slammed home.

I reached out and smoothed my finger over the puckered hole, gently pushing the digit and the saliva inside. She'd need to be drenched in order to take my huge cock.

I spit on her again, and she lifted her ass, moaning. I could see her pussy juices coating her inner thighs, my needy girl. Not able to help myself, I licked her clean. She was the most addicting flavor I'd ever had.

Fuck, I'd never get enough.

I dragged my tongue through her cleft, pushing it into her pussy, and then continuing upward until I was circling her asshole. I licked and probed, continuously spitting on her to get her so fucking wet.

Only when my saliva was dripping down her ass cheeks did I stand, reach for my cock again, and point the tip at the entrance.

"Brace yourself, sweetheart. This is gonna hurt."

I positioned my cockhead at her asshole but didn't push inside. I started spanking the tight ring of muscle with the tip, the sound of wet skin meeting wet skin pulling a groan from me.

I pushed the head through the tight ring of muscle, feeling her resistance. "Bear down, Ada," I said through clenched teeth. "You know how we do this." I smacked her ass hard enough she cried out, the cheek jiggling.

She bore down, opening herself up, and I pushed in another inch, sweat trailing down my temple, my dress shirt soaked from perspiration. I squeezed my hands around the fleshy mounds, taking huge chunks of her ass in my hands as I pushed in inch after inch at the same time I pulled her back onto me.

Her hole opened up, pink and glossy, stretched tight around my girth. I couldn't stop looking, couldn't help myself from moving my hands closer and framing where I was buried.

"Good girl. Look at you," I breathed out. "Taking this fat cock like you were born for it." I couldn't breathe as the pleasure rose. I moved my fingers closer, touching the ring of her asshole and my cock as I started fucking her.

I made sure I was slow and easy at first. But that was the only reprieve she'd get from me. Once I had her nice and stretched, the real fucking would happen.

This was as close to making love as I'd ever do.

Sliding my hand up the center of her back, I turned my fingers into her hair and grabbed a chunk at her scalp, jerking her head back. Her mouth parted and she cried out.

And then I fucked my mate's ass.

With a hand in her hair and another gripping her waist, I pulled her back as I thrust up into her. Harder, faster, becoming brutal as all I could focus on was reaching the end, of coming and finding that ecstasy that only Ada would ever give me.

Everything else faded away and I focused on where I was buried, on how my cock disappeared between these pale, freckled cheeks, how every time I pulled out, the length was slick and glossy and… fuck, I was coming.

"Ada," I groaned and let my head fall back, closing my eyes, trying so fucking hard to hold off. Make this last. A little more. A little longer.

When I opened my eyes, it was to see Ada's head turned to the side and her gaze locked on me.

"Sebastian—"

"I know what you need. Yeah, I fucking know because I want it too." I bent over her body, covering her back with my chest, pushed her hair fully away from her neck, and stared at that throbbing artery. I struck, sinking in deep, and drew out the sweet, thick coppery ambrosia running through her veins.

A groan left me, and I heard her crying out as she came. Thrusting my hand between her legs, I shoved two fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out, feeling her milking the digits. "That hurts so good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" My words were murmured against her flesh because I was too greedy to unlatch my fangs. She tasted too fucking good. The best.

She moaned and nodded and that's what fucking sent me over the edge.

I kept my fangs buried deep as I orgasmed, pumping her ass full of cum. The sounds that came from me were broken up and animalistic.

When I pulled away, watching her blood drip in two trails down her neck. I reached up and smeared it around, painting her with the gore.

"Look at me."

She blinked her eyes open, her expression dazed and orgasmic-filled. I held up my bloody fingers and pressed them to her mouth. "See how good you taste." I shoved the digits into her mouth without waiting for a response. But my girl was all about this. She sucked on them, moaning around my fingers and pulling more cum from me.

With a grunt, I pulled back until my still rock-hard cock came free. I grabbed the length and stroked myself, my body shuddering as I came a little bit more. The jets of semen shot out, landing in thick ropes on her ass and pussy.

"That's it." I gathered the cum and pushed it into her pussy. "I belong here. I want you full of my seed. Always."

"Mmm."

I smeared the rest of my cum all over her pussy and ass, making sure she was marked and smelled like me.

I ran my hands up and down her sides, kissing the parts of her I could reach.

"My sweet girl. You're so precious to me," I murmured against the center of her back. "The most important thing in my life." I inhaled deeply. The droplets of sweat disappeared as her skin cooled. "I now realize that before you I was dead. The living dead. Only surviving." My chest ached; my heart seized. "I'll never let you go. I'd rather die than let that happen."

"I'm not going anywhere, Sebastian." She shifted underneath me and I backed up.

When she stood, I smoothed out her shirt, her pants torn to shit, but she didn't care as she smiled at me.

I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her body, not even bothering with adjusting my slacks. For long minutes I just held her, smoothing my hand up and down her back, the bloodthirsty fiend in me content for the time being as it had its mate close.

"What would you…" she said softly, then stopped.

I buried my face in her hair again, inhaling the sweetest scent that clung to her.

"What is it, baby?"

When she didn't say anything for so long, I pulled back to cup the side of her face. "What is it, sweetheart?"

She had this nervous expression on her face that instantly had me on alert. But before I could start demanding who had hurt her so I could go fuck them up, she smiled and cupped my cheek. That small touch instantly stilled the vengeful demon inside of me.

"So protective," she murmured. "I wanted to ask how you felt about children."

For a second her question caught me off guard. "Children?"

She swallowed, her throat working as she nodded.

The scent of her nervousness rose up, and I scowled, hating that she was on edge around me. "I've never in my life had an opinion on children." I shrugged.

She stared off, her brows lowering.

"Did some little shit say something to you?" She glanced at me and arched an eyebrow. "I mean, I don't hurt children, but I'll give them a stern talking-to about respect. Or I can kick their father's ass for not teaching them better."

She just blinked at me before she burst out laughing. "Gods, I love you." As soon as she said the words, her eyes widened and she snapped her mouth closed.

My heart, which had calmed its frantic tempo from fucking the hell out of Ada, picked up speed again at her confession.

"Say it again," I demanded, frantic to hear those three words spilling from her lush mouth. I shook my head and closed my eyes, then said softer, gentler, "Please, say them again, sweetheart."

Ada reached up, cupped my cheeks, and rose onto her toes to press her lips against mine. "Sebastian Darris… I love you." She kissed me once, twice, and a third little peck. "I love you so much that it's kind of annoying how obsessed I am with you."

I crushed her to me and kissed her for so long I knew she couldn't breathe. I knew I was holding her too tightly. But Jesus Christ, I couldn't help it. My mate loved me. Me. A fucking insane lunatic who'd killed for sport for over a century. Me, who'd been called a sociopath and embraced that title because it was true.

Until her.

Until Ada.

She breathed life into me, made me realize that there was so much more to… all of this than just what I'd been doing.

"I love you. Until my heart stops beating and I'm rotting in the ground. You're mine and all my love is yours." My words were firm, the certainty in them clear.

She rested her forehead against the center of my chest, and I continued smoothing my hand up and down her back, then moved up to cup the back of her head.

For long moments she let me hold her, maybe realizing I needed this, needed the reassurance that I had her and I'd never let her go.

"Sebastian?"

"Hmmm, sweetheart?"

Her breath hitched. "What would you say if I told you I'd like to talk about starting a family?"

I grew still, her words something I never thought in my life I'd have uttered to me.

I was speechless, but then I felt my smile spread. I felt… I felt fucking happy, my chest warm because this woman, this incredible female, wanted to have a family with me.

"I want to give you anything—everything." I kissed her when she opened her mouth, stopping her from saying anything. "But in this instance I want this, too, Ada. Fuck, I want to fill you up, get you pregnant, and have little baby Adas running around." The image of that had my grin splitting wider. "Little girls with red hair and green eyes just like their mother."

"Really?" she whispered, her eyes wide.

"Baby…" My chest tightened and I ran my palm over it. "Really." I kissed the tip of her nose and pulled back. "How about we get started on that right now?" Before she could respond, I lifted her into my arms, her squeal of surprise and happiness ringing in my ear.

I kissed her temple as I strode out of my office, up the stairs and right into our bedroom.

"First I'm gonna fuck you in the shower, then in the bed?—"

"Shower first, then my therapy appointment, then the bed," she said on a giggle.

I made a frustrated sound and kicked open the bathroom door. "Fine. But just so you know…" I licked her from chin to temple. "I'm fucking you twice before I'll let you go to sleep."

And she knew I'd make good on that fucking promise.

"Let's start making that baby, sweetheart."