9781631054099GracefulAcceptanceBeck by Paloma Beck Page B

the stopping point.
    Davina’s breathing
quickened and she fought for breath as her back arched with each of Trevor’s
thrusts. He placed his hands under her buttocks to
raise her hips off the bed and reach a different angle. With each rounded globe
of her ass held in his large hands, Trevor adjusted until he found that spot
he’d been looking for, the one that would blow her mind. It wasn’t long before he felt her shudder. Davina was close. And thank
fuck because he was close himself and no way was he shooting off before his
mate.
    Afraid of disturbing
Grace, Trevor took Davina’s mouth just as a scream was ready to pierce the
room. She screamed into his mouth as her inner
muscles squeezed his cock. She brought him over the edge with her. He continued
to pump into her as they both came down from their high. Then Trevor used one
of his sharp teeth to bite her lower lip and instantly d rew blood. The scent alone raised his arousal again, but the taste was
even better. The life-sustaining blood he took from his brothers as an unmated
Breed didn’t have the same qualities of a mate’s blood. Now that he tasted of
his mates, nothing else coul d sustain him again.
    Trevor felt Davina
bite into his skin and groaned at the sensation of her drinking from him as
well. The rush of their combined blood in their mouths was powerful. He moaned
and moved his hardening shaft slowly inside her channel. He c ould feel each tendon as Davina’s cunt grabbed him to hold
him inside her. His mate met him thrust for thrust as their heat built once
again.
    Davina pushed her hips
against him as he penetrated her with both cock and teeth. She was sitting up
now, face to face with him, and tiny fingers reached
from behind her to finger her nipples. They’d woken Grace, but she didn’t seem
to mind as she joined in, her fingers nimbly pinching and twisting Davina’s
hardened buds. Letting go of Trevor’s lip, Davina threw her h ead back.
    “Grace, Trevor, I’ve
never… Oh Goddess… Please, please, more,” Davina called out nonsensical words
as she rode Trevor.
    For a woman, she had
extraordinary strength as her inner walls locked onto his cock and drew out
every ounce of life force he h ad to give. Trevor was
wiped out, but still his rigid shaft refused to soften. He stayed inside of
Davina as she came down from her orgasm.
    They shifted to lay down, Grace on Davina’s other side.
Their tongues tangled in a melody they’d become accustomed t o. Their post-sex kisses were lazy and slow. Their blood
mixed with the slight residual flavor of his semen on Grace’s tongue, an
intoxicating blend.
    Trevor would remember
these days of their Acclimation with fondness as their bodies connected and
learned the rhythm of the others. For the rest of
their time on earth, the three of them would take their sustenance from one
another. They would live and die together, and that knowledge gave him peace.
     
    * * * *
     
    Their arrival in the
Village of Origin was as chaotic as Davina had
imagined. It was a small farming village in central Italy. There were few
accommodations, but their two families—the Santuccis and the Sinsters—were able
to find two large homes they could share. Many of the villagers, all of whom wer e of their race, were excited to hear the reason for their
visit. The prophecy was at last being fulfilled. Hundreds would be attending
their Pronouncement. For their race, it was more than simply another ceremony.
It would change their world.
    First though, she would meet the people who’d raised the man that
had already changed her world. Trevor was nervous. Davina watched him run his
fingers through his hair dozens of times during their flight and then again on
the drive to the village. His demeanor shifted from
playful to rigid, and she wasn’t sure he’d even spoken more than a few words.
Those were only in response to being asked questions.
    Trevor was facing his
conservative parents, sharing the news that he’d mated with