licked at the drops of water while his fingers returned to her pussy and brought her to screaming climax.
With a gruff growl, he stood and turned her to face the wall, fisting both her hands in one of his and grabbing her hip and pulling her back against him. She bent slightly, dropping her head to her outstretched arms, and he fisted his cock and found the hot, wet depths of her pussy with one fast stroke. She moaned when he filled her, and he grasped her hip with his free hand and held her tight. Stroking into her hard and fast, he bent over and licked at the drops of water on her back, smiling when her pussy clenched his cock as he licked across the slits where her wings appeared.
He released his grip on her hip and slipped his hand to the front of her body while he pounded into her and pressed his finger against her swollen clit. She groaned his name and tested his hold on her wrists, but he wasn’t about to let her go. He rubbed her clit and licked her wing-slits, tracing the red, raised lines with his tongue and teeth as she trembled and moaned. Her pussy clutched at him, rippling around him in mini-orgasms.
He exhaled a snarl, letting his head fall back as he pounded into her, driving them both towards completion. She felt so good. So perfect. Hot and wet and tight around his cock as though they were made for each other. She panted and then gasped for breath just a second before she screamed his name in pure ecstasy. He roared as he came, releasing her hands and pressing her tight to the wall as he filled her with his come.
She pressed her forehead to the wall and sighed, shivering as he slipped from her body. “Let’s finish up and get to bed, katja .”
“I’m already finished,” she said as she turned around and grinned at him. He had fallen head over heels for his feisty mate. Everything about her called to him on a cellular level, and he was thoroughly addicted to her.
He washed up quickly, and while he was drying off, she washed her hair and stepped out of the shower and into the large towel he held open for her. “You said that I’m your katja , and that means I’m the mate of your soul.”
He patted her skin dry. “Yep.”
“What does that mean, exactly?”
How could he explain this to her? It meant she was everything to him. That he’d been missing something he wasn’t even aware of until the moment he saw her. It meant he couldn’t live without her and wouldn’t want to.
“My katja is the one woman who is meant for me. When I touched you for the first time, Danika, it was as if I’d been walking around wearing a blindfold and had missed so much.” He tossed the towel onto the counter and cupped her cheeks. “You’re everything to me, Danika.”
She smiled at him. “I feel the same way about you.”
They climbed into bed together and she settled next to him, curling against his side and resting her head on his chest.
“Sweet dreams, katja .”
“Sweet dreams, Chance.”
Chapter 11
The mating ceremony was a blur to Danika, but a wonderful, gauzy, lovely blur that – at the end of the night – meant she was formally mated to two amazing males. Jes’ parents had arrived the day before the three-quarters moon, and she liked both of them immediately. His dad, Braniff, was kind and serious with an easy smile. His mom, Lalani, was bossy but sweet, and she took Danika under her wing and treated her like her naturally born daughter right away.
As was falcon tradition, Danika wore Lalani’s wedding gown, a simple affair of cream-colored silk that hugged her body in all the right places but still managed to look classy. The ceremony was officiated by a human minister who married her and Jes by human standards, and then the mating ceremony was officiated by Jes’ father. She vowed herself to Jes and Chance, promising to love and honor them for the remainder of their very long lives, and
With a gruff growl, he stood and turned her to face the wall, fisting both her hands in one of his and grabbing her hip and pulling her back against him. She bent slightly, dropping her head to her outstretched arms, and he fisted his cock and found the hot, wet depths of her pussy with one fast stroke. She moaned when he filled her, and he grasped her hip with his free hand and held her tight. Stroking into her hard and fast, he bent over and licked at the drops of water on her back, smiling when her pussy clenched his cock as he licked across the slits where her wings appeared.
He released his grip on her hip and slipped his hand to the front of her body while he pounded into her and pressed his finger against her swollen clit. She groaned his name and tested his hold on her wrists, but he wasn’t about to let her go. He rubbed her clit and licked her wing-slits, tracing the red, raised lines with his tongue and teeth as she trembled and moaned. Her pussy clutched at him, rippling around him in mini-orgasms.
He exhaled a snarl, letting his head fall back as he pounded into her, driving them both towards completion. She felt so good. So perfect. Hot and wet and tight around his cock as though they were made for each other. She panted and then gasped for breath just a second before she screamed his name in pure ecstasy. He roared as he came, releasing her hands and pressing her tight to the wall as he filled her with his come.
She pressed her forehead to the wall and sighed, shivering as he slipped from her body. “Let’s finish up and get to bed, katja .”
“I’m already finished,” she said as she turned around and grinned at him. He had fallen head over heels for his feisty mate. Everything about her called to him on a cellular level, and he was thoroughly addicted to her.
He washed up quickly, and while he was drying off, she washed her hair and stepped out of the shower and into the large towel he held open for her. “You said that I’m your katja , and that means I’m the mate of your soul.”
He patted her skin dry. “Yep.”
“What does that mean, exactly?”
How could he explain this to her? It meant she was everything to him. That he’d been missing something he wasn’t even aware of until the moment he saw her. It meant he couldn’t live without her and wouldn’t want to.
“My katja is the one woman who is meant for me. When I touched you for the first time, Danika, it was as if I’d been walking around wearing a blindfold and had missed so much.” He tossed the towel onto the counter and cupped her cheeks. “You’re everything to me, Danika.”
She smiled at him. “I feel the same way about you.”
They climbed into bed together and she settled next to him, curling against his side and resting her head on his chest.
“Sweet dreams, katja .”
“Sweet dreams, Chance.”
Chapter 11
The mating ceremony was a blur to Danika, but a wonderful, gauzy, lovely blur that – at the end of the night – meant she was formally mated to two amazing males. Jes’ parents had arrived the day before the three-quarters moon, and she liked both of them immediately. His dad, Braniff, was kind and serious with an easy smile. His mom, Lalani, was bossy but sweet, and she took Danika under her wing and treated her like her naturally born daughter right away.
As was falcon tradition, Danika wore Lalani’s wedding gown, a simple affair of cream-colored silk that hugged her body in all the right places but still managed to look classy. The ceremony was officiated by a human minister who married her and Jes by human standards, and then the mating ceremony was officiated by Jes’ father. She vowed herself to Jes and Chance, promising to love and honor them for the remainder of their very long lives, and
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