“Absolutely,” she swore, pushing off me. Her long hair brushed over my torso as she shifted up to kiss me. With a groan, I threaded my fingers in her locks and held her in place. My cock jumped to attention, nudging against her ass.

Fuck, I needed to be inside her. To banish the fear of that nightmare. To show her I’d never let anyone take her from me. She was mine, always had been, always would be.

Reaching around, I repositioned my hardness so it nudged at her entrance. We didn’t even separate our lips as she rolled her hips and took me in one deep stroke. Her cunt gripped me like a vise as she slid up and down. With a hand on her lower back and another in her hair, I guided her harder, faster. She whimpered into my mouth as I bottomed out.

Our tongues battled, and I sucked hers between my teeth, eliciting another heady moan from my mate. Only then did I release her. Using my grip, I yanked her head back. “Mine,” I growled.

“Yours,” she replied, a slight hitch in her breath as I sank to the hilt again. She circled her hips in the most torturous motion, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck, little imposter, you take my cock so well.”

“It was made for me,” she breathed.

I snapped my attention to her, blood overheating.

“Just like your cunt was for me,” I growled. “So fucking perfect. Always so fucking wet for me. Look how I just slid into you.”

“Like this?” she breathed, bracing her hands on my shoulders and lifting off until only the tip of me remained inside.

The groan that slipped out of me turned her eyes molten. When she sat back on my hips, her arousal coated the tops of my thighs. She repeated the motion, continuing to slick my cock. It throbbed inside her, and I had to grit my teeth to prevent myself from exploding already.

“You’re going to be so fucking good for me and come three times,” I bit out, shifting my hands to the hem of her shirt and tearing it over her head.

“One for the Weaver, who placed us on this path together.”

Her breath hitched as the cold brushed over her skin.

“One for the Giver, who blessed us with this bond.”

I yanked her down and captured a perfect nipple in my mouth.

“One for the Reaper, who kept you alive all the times you should have died.”

The action drew a whimper from her throat.

“You drive me crazy,” I ground out, releasing her. The peaks that greeted me made my cock twitch.

“Good,” she panted as I dragged my teeth over her other nipple. Then, I swirled my tongue around it, savoring the feel of her smooth skin. The sound she made was sinful. “Keep doing that.”

I obliged, and she moved her hips, fucking me while I sucked her. With each pass, her walls tightened around me. “That’s it, little imposter. Take all of me.”

I flicked my tongue over her sensitive bud again, and she quickened her pace, ecstasy edging in.

“Rokath.” She moaned my name, half-plea, half-prayer, and exactly how I liked it.

“Come for me,” I commanded, and on her next stroke, she shattered.

I released her as she arched, riding me through her orgasm. The way she flushed, the sharp tips of her nails digging into my tattoos, the wanton sounds that slipped between her bow-shaped lips, all of it was why she was absolutely fucking flawless and absolutely fucking made for me.

With a shuddered breath, the peak passed her, and I wasted no time flipping us. A small noise of protest slipped out of her as I removed myself so I could settle between her thighs.

“The sight of you, the smell of you,” I groaned, raking my eyes over the slickness coating her thighs, dripping down her ass, pooling beneath her on the bed. My dick dug into the mattress, and I rubbed myself against it to relieve some of the ache of leaving her perfect pussy.

I pressed my lips to the inside of one thigh, then the other. “No one will ever take you from me.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, holding that fierce fire I loved so much. “Never.”

Without breaking her gaze, I licked her slit, then sucked her clit into my mouth. Those long lashes fluttered against her cheekbones as I went to work, tasting her cum. So fucking sweet. I speared my tongue inside her, just like she liked, and she writhed against my face. “More,” she pleaded. “Please.”

That word did vicious, savage things to me. With a rumble, I gripped her hips and smashed my face into her pussy. Her nails dug into my scalp too, sending tingles to the tips of my toes. My dick wept as she whimpered and moaned.

“The feel of your scruff on my thighs,” she gasped, inner muscles tightening. I angled my jaw and rubbed them there, drawing another blissful sound from her throat. She arched off the bed, and I slid a hand beneath her hips, finding her hole. It was already so slick from her arousal that I had no trouble coating the entire thing.

“Beg me for it,” I told her, stilling my movements.

She wasted no time, already so far gone to the ways I gave her pleasure. “Please. Use your fingers. Take me there. I want to feel you everywhere.”

“Please, what?” I rumbled, rubbing my beard against her thighs again.

“Please, mate.”

“I was hoping for master, but I’ll accept that too. Just because I love the way you whimpered it.” Then, I swept my tongue through her slickness again and pressed the tip of my finger into the tight ring.

She sucked in a sharp breath as I worked to the second knuckle. “This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. That mouth is mine. Am I understood?”

She nodded, and another gush of wetness filled my mouth. She hated that she loved my command, my possession, and that made it taste all the sweeter. This headstrong female falling apart because of me was better than any scale.

I stretched her hole further, adding a second finger.

“Fates–” she swore.

I growled a warning.

“Rokath,” she corrected herself, and her walls clenched around me. I glanced up from my work, finding her brows pinched and sweat beading between her breasts. I flattened my tongue and licked harder, faster, while working my fingers deeper into her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” she swore, mouth popping open and remaining in an O. Then, her lashes fluttered.

“Eyes on me while I make you come. I want to see the full effect of me stretching you out,” I commanded into her mind. They snapped open at the same time her walls clenched, sucking me deeper inside.

I groaned against her pussy as she came for the second time.

“That’s my good mate,” I ground out, releasing her at last. I wiped the juices from my beard with the back of my clean hand, then captured her in a bruising kiss. My cock dripped onto her belly, and I was wound so fucking tight I knew when I sank into her cunt again I’d be done in only a few strokes.

I left her lips pink and swollen when I pulled away. “I’m going to fuck you from behind now, with my cock in your ass. You’re going to come for me while I claim you once again.”

Fire ignited in those devious burgundy eyes. “Claim me, Rokath. As hard as the first time.”

My dick leaped, and a feral growl ripped from my throat. I flipped her, and she looked over her shoulder at me, digging her teeth into her bottom lip. The slightest wriggle of her ass and arch of her spine had her opening even more for me. I swiped more wetness over the tight ring, then pushed my fingers in again, widening her further.

With my free hand, I rubbed her clit, keeping her dripping for me. A heady moan fled her lips as I worked a third finger in. “Take me,” she begged.

“Can’t wait, little imposter?”

“No.” The word came out like a broken plea.

I couldn’t deny my mate what she wanted. Without having to reposition her, I slid my hardness into her pussy, coating it in preparation for her ass. It came out absolutely soaked. A low, rumbling laugh sounded in my chest. “I love your openness, Assyria. How you want me to show you new pleasures.”