“This,” he said holding her very inner thighs in his hands, “is the sexiest thing. I want to hold you open like this and watch my cock slide in and out of your sweet little pussy.”

Willow looked him straight in the eye and said, “Do it.”

Surprise fluttered over his features, then he closed his eyes as if in pain and buried his head between her legs.

Willow squirmed and panted trying to get closer. She was wet, swollen, and burning up with heat. She needed his touch more than she needed to breathe. And if he didn’t give it to her...

He simply kissed her. First her inner thighs, then her outer lips. His hands pinned her thighs in place leaving only enough room to thrust her hips at him.

“Lyonis,” she groaned. “Please.”

One little touch and she’d explode, she knew it. He must have known it too because he chose to go as insanely slow as possible. He kissed each side of her. Kissed her aching bud with the lightest of touches. Again and again, he repeated his torture while his hands pinned her, holding her with sexual dominance.

Sweat matted her hair to her temples before he finally, finally, darted his tongue out to taste her. Mutual groans escaped as he licked her center. He thrust his tongue inside her and Willow arched against the covers.

She moaned his name, caught in the waves of pleasure he bestowed upon her. The hands upon her thighs tightened and he settled in on her most neediest part in earnest, circling her bud repeatedly.

She knew it wouldn’t take her long, and she was right. A choked scream caught in her throat as her body tightened to a near painful point then exploded. The shaking in her limbs still hadn’t slowed before he rose up, dropped his pants, then mounted her.

“My Willow,” he groaned.

His chest flattened against her needy breasts and then his cock nudged her wet entrance and slid deep in one powerful thrust. His harsh breathing met with her shallow pants as he began thrusting into her again and again.

“Can’t wait,” he said.

His lips found her throat, tasting her, wetting her as his thrusts hammered into her. She felt the pressure of his teeth, stronger than before and tensed, her hands curling around his shoulders for support.

The pressure became nearly unbearable, shards of pain had her struggling to pull away from his bite, but then something broke through. The pain evaporated and his mouth fully latched over her neck.

He was drinking her.

Her belly pulled hard with pleasure. Her nails scraped against his back, hips thrusting back against him over and again. The shaking started in her stomach then flowed down to her thighs, locked tight around his hips.

With each pull her body coiled tighter, hotter, wetter. She was making high-pitched noises she’d never made in her life. Her vision blurred until finally she gave up on trying to see and simply closed her eyes and welcomed his pleasuring touch.

He pulled back from her throat and she moaned at the loss, tried to pull him back to her but he shook his head roughly at her.

Willow’s eyes fluttered open to watch him. She opened her mouth to tell him she was finished. It was too much for her; she was about to fall over an endless cliff, and she wanted him to catch her. But no words left her throat.

He reared back at her throat, his hips now pumping so hard, so fast, he was pushing her up and into the mattress.

Then his teeth bit down on her again. The mark of the Alpha. He let out a purring growl that brought hard shivers over her body, curling her toes.

She gasped his name one last time as her body pulsed with unimaginable pleasure. She bucked against him, his name a scream torn from her throat. She couldn’t move as the hard waves milked through her sex, squeezing him tight. He kept her pinned by the throat, hands holding her hips in an unbreakable hold.

She was still coming down from the fall when she heard him whispering her name over and over again, his cock sliding in and out of her faster, harder. He finally pushed deep, and with a bellow that shook the ceiling, he came inside her.

Neither of them moved for God knows how long.

His body rested on top of hers, though he lifted enough off her not to suffocate her...or the baby.

Threading her fingers through his sweat-slicked hair, Willow said, “I know I’m pregnant, Lyonis.” She didn’t know if that was the end of the mating ritual but she was his now. That made talking about this baby business much, much easier.

He lifted his face from her neck with great effort and gave her a soft, satisfied smile. His eyes turned serious though.

“You’ve made me happier than I’ve been in my whole life since you’ve come here, Willow.”

He leaned on his side and pressed a hand to her softly rounded stomach. His hand was so much larger than hers was. It almost engulfed her belly, protecting their baby.

“I now have my Queen, my mate, and a baby on the way. And are you pleased, my sica tawicue?”

Willow eyebrows shot up. That thought had never really crossed her mind. Was she happy? Her heart tugged tight at the soft look in his eyes and she felt as though she was melting into the mattress.

“Yes, I believe I am.”

His smile widened, a mischievous gleam shining in his eyes. “I believe I told you this would happen. I always get what I want.”

He sounded so cocky Willow couldn’t help but laugh. He laughed with her then tugged her up on the bed so she could rest her head on the pillows.

“So what does this ‘mate’ thing mean for me?”

He nuzzled her breast, a hand trailed idly over her knee and up. Willow heard the catch in her breath.

“It means, my wife, that you are now Queen of this pack. You’ll run it with me, counsel the women, help with pack arguments. You are a litigator of sorts.” His lips pressed kisses around her breasts, her collarbone, and the valley in between.

“Anything else I need to be aware of?”

His hand curled around her hip in a possessive touch. “You’ll never touch another man.”

She laughed at the threat in his voice. He lifted his head to glare at her and she laughed harder.

“As if I could want anyone else.” She was laughing as she said it but the stark truth of her words had her laughter dying quickly. She stared at him...in amazement.

“You’re surprised, wife, but I’m not. I knew it from the moment I saw you desperately trying to escape me in Spain. The bond between us in irresistible. Think of us as two magnets, forever stuck together.”

“Magnets,” she said dumbly. He chuckled and resumed nuzzling her breasts.

“Worry not, sica tawicue. I will love you for the both of us until you realize it.”

Her mind had still been processing “magnets” when what he said broke through the haze in her mind.

“What!”

He laughed against her nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. Wet and hot he flicked his tongue across her mercilessly.

“What...what do you mean?” she panted.

He gave her one last, lingering lick then crawled up her body, his lips mere inches from hers.

“It means, my Willow that I love you and I’ll wait for you to realize it too. But not for long.”

He curled his hand under her backside, cupping her cheek and lifting her. In a smooth move, he spread her legs with his, then thrust inside. She was still wet from her orgasm, from his seed, and from the fresh cream he created while suckling her. He slid in deep and stayed there. It was hard for her not to order him to move, but she was still so focused on what he said to her.

“You love me?” she repeated softly.

He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’ll wait for you, Willow. But don’t take too long to realize what you feel. I’m a jealous, possessive man and I want to hear it now, want to see it glowing in your eyes.”

Willow didn’t say anything else as he made love to her. And that’s exactly what he did. With slow, powerful thrusts he swept her up, made her chant his name, then followed her over until they were shuddering together.