A growl rushes out of him, and in one swift movement, I’m on my back with him leaning over me. “My mate,” he says again, and his hand trails down my jaw to lightly land on my throat. “My mate, whom I love.”
In this position—pinned beneath him, at the mercy of his huge hand on my neck—a desperate need surges up my body. My core pulses. “You’ve shown me your love every single day we’ve spent together. I know your tender heart. But I want every part of my mate. So, fuck me, Ezryn. Unleash yourself on me.”
That beautiful face shifts. Something feral glints in his eyes, and his mouth twitches, revealing gritted teeth. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Baby Girl.”
“Try me,” I breathe.
He leans down, lips to my ear, voice a low growl. “Your word is ‘mercy’。 Unless you say it or mouth it, I will give you none.”
I suck in a shaky breath. “I understand. But you have to do something first.”
He raises a brow, and I push myself up on my forearms and look around. We’re on the soft, grassy bank beside the lake he took me to the night of his welcome home jubilee. The willow tree’s branches drift softly in the breeze.
“As your mate, it is my right to bear witness to your face,” I say, unable to stop myself from stroking his cheekbone. “But I don’t want someone to wander in here.”
“I’m not waiting to take you,” Ezryn growls. “I’ve waited my entire lifetime.”
“Then do what you do best. Shelter me.”
Understanding clicks, and he smirks. The earth shifts beside us, a cluster of rocks jutting up from the grass, gating us in on all sides. The rocks form a natural wall, beautiful in their own right, with bits of moss clinging to them.
“This will give us enough protection if anyone dares wander in here while I am busy with my mate,” Ezryn says, grabbing the edges of my dress and pulling it over my head. “Now, Petal, let’s hear that pretty mouth beg.”
78
Ezryn
My mate has never looked so gorgeous as right now: soaking wet, naked, and on her knees looking up at me. I stand above her, my own trousers dropped. My cock bobs before her beautiful face, and I give it a long stroke. Her eyes track my every movement, a wildness in her gaze like I’ve never seen.
“I need you, Ezryn,” she begs. “I need you to claim me and make me yours. Fuck me so hard, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t belong to you.”
I hold her chin in my hands. It’s requiring all my willpower to avoid seizing her hair, flipping her on to her stomach, and mounting her from behind like a beast. “Such a good girl.”
Her mouth trembles, and her hands crawl up her thighs. Her eyes dart to my cock, so close to her mouth. “May I?”
I suck in a breath. Her mouth looks so fucking tantalizing. How easy it would be to wrap her hair around my hand like a rope and stuff her throat with my cock. To watch her eyes roll back in her head, to hear her gag. There is time for that, I tell myself. For Rosalina is my mate. I have centuries to fuck her into oblivion in every way we could possibly imagine.
But for now … Now, I will show my mate depths of pleasure I have never been able to before.
I will claim her as she asked.
I drop to my knees. We are skin to skin, and I press my hardness against her so she can feel exactly what she does to me. She moans and reaches for my cock. I snatch her wrist. “Not until I tell you.”
She runs a tongue over her top lip that seems to say she’s going to put me to work.
A growl rumbles through my chest. I can’t believe I’m finally staring at her—all of her—with my own eyes. Her breasts are even more beautiful without the tint of the visor.
Gently, I place my hand on her throat. She grabs my wrist and drives it harder against her skin. I laugh, but give her what she wants, pushing her down to the ground as my grip tightens. She inhales sharply, throat bobbing deliciously against my palm.
“Look at you,” I murmur. My other hand drifts over to her breast, and I run my calloused hand over her softness. “So pretty under me.”
Her breasts are too addictive, so I let her throat go. She gasps out, that feral light flashing in her eyes. She lifts up, snagging me around my neck. “Fucking kiss me.”
I pinch her nipples to bring her even closer. “My pleasure.”
She cries out against my mouth, and I capture her voice in my kiss.
“Now,” I murmur, “bend over and show yourself to me. I want to look at my pussy.”