Each time she entered me with sudden movements, a cry
startled from my throat. Every teasingly slow withdrawal left me moaning for
more.
She gave me no reprieve. As soon as the climax began to
wane, she grazed my clit with her teeth, and it began to build in me again. My
strength waned, and I couldn’t push into her like I wanted. “Harder!” I begged.
“God, Billie. You’re torturing me.”
She chuckled low, and the rumble of her happiness teased my
fiery pussy. “My mate. My love,” she murmured loud enough for me to hear and
entered me hard, giving me what I asked for. She bit me between the thighs,
gently at first, nibbles that sent shivers throughout my body. “I’m yours,
forever,” she declared and bit me hard on the inner thigh. I peaked into
climax, the bite sending electricity down past my knee and upwards to curl
around one breast.
The orgasm gripped me quickly this time, rushing through me
violently and ending suddenly. I collapsed into panting. Her silence drew my
attention, and I opened my eyes. She gazed transfixed on my left inner thigh,
her lips parted slightly in wonder. When she touched the spot gently, a current
spread outward, and she jerked her hand back in surprise.
“What was that?” I could barely form words.
She kissed the spot and crawled over me so that she lay to
my side. I rolled to face her and wrapped one hand around the back of her head.
Fervently, I pulled her towards me to meet her lips with mine. Her arm slipped
around my lower back, pulling me gently against her and we lay together,
kissing softly for a time. When we paused, I saw tears threatening to spill
from her eyes, and she answered my unspoken question. You carry my matebite.
My hand flew to my thigh, and I touched the tender spot where
she bit me, the skin barely broken. Your matebite. It shocked me when I
touched it, I replied in amazement.
I’ve never heard of that reaction. She leaned in to
kiss me softly. “I love you.”
I carry your matebite. I didn’t know I could. I said
proudly, stroking her face.
I didn’t know if you ever would, she confessed,
showing how much she’d wanted it for me.
Your matebite! Now you’re never going to be rid of me, I laughed and rolled on top of her playfully.
She ran a hand through my hair as she looked up at me. “I
never want to. I will love you, cherish you, and protect you to the end.
Whatever comes, we’ll face it together. Mates.”
* * *
Illusion protected my backyard as high as I could
send it. A small fire burned in an old pit I hadn’t used in a very long time,
the smoke visible only from a great distance. We fed Jazz’s research into the
hot flames piece by piece, ensuring that every piece of it burned.
With the last item destroyed beyond recognition, we sat
together in the waning light and watched the fire die into embers. “You didn’t
do anything wrong,” she told me after a long silence.
I countered her statement. “What I did was necessary.
Everything about being Kratos is wrong.”
Anger flared briefly like one of the flames that danced in
front of us. It cooled as quickly as it rose. “No. I wish you didn’t think
that.” We hadn’t had a chance to discuss our ongoing dilemma since we came
home. A Mage capable of controlling other Mages stood apart among my people.
Other Mages feared us and called us Kratos. Only a few existed in the world,
and Kato had named me highest of all Kratos, the most powerful Mage in the
world. My people didn’t know I existed and believed that title belonged to my
grandmother, Beatrice.
“When I read Cassandra, I saw a couple of the other Kratos.
My grandmother is ruthless, powerful, and completely insane. Cassandra’s son,
Emel, is turning into the same thing.”
“Cassandra’s son is Kratos?” Billie startled at the new
knowledge.
“Yes. There are more, but not many. She died before I saw
the details. She thinks about her son a lot.”
“Any mother would. Even one as twisted as
startled from my throat. Every teasingly slow withdrawal left me moaning for
more.
She gave me no reprieve. As soon as the climax began to
wane, she grazed my clit with her teeth, and it began to build in me again. My
strength waned, and I couldn’t push into her like I wanted. “Harder!” I begged.
“God, Billie. You’re torturing me.”
She chuckled low, and the rumble of her happiness teased my
fiery pussy. “My mate. My love,” she murmured loud enough for me to hear and
entered me hard, giving me what I asked for. She bit me between the thighs,
gently at first, nibbles that sent shivers throughout my body. “I’m yours,
forever,” she declared and bit me hard on the inner thigh. I peaked into
climax, the bite sending electricity down past my knee and upwards to curl
around one breast.
The orgasm gripped me quickly this time, rushing through me
violently and ending suddenly. I collapsed into panting. Her silence drew my
attention, and I opened my eyes. She gazed transfixed on my left inner thigh,
her lips parted slightly in wonder. When she touched the spot gently, a current
spread outward, and she jerked her hand back in surprise.
“What was that?” I could barely form words.
She kissed the spot and crawled over me so that she lay to
my side. I rolled to face her and wrapped one hand around the back of her head.
Fervently, I pulled her towards me to meet her lips with mine. Her arm slipped
around my lower back, pulling me gently against her and we lay together,
kissing softly for a time. When we paused, I saw tears threatening to spill
from her eyes, and she answered my unspoken question. You carry my matebite.
My hand flew to my thigh, and I touched the tender spot where
she bit me, the skin barely broken. Your matebite. It shocked me when I
touched it, I replied in amazement.
I’ve never heard of that reaction. She leaned in to
kiss me softly. “I love you.”
I carry your matebite. I didn’t know I could. I said
proudly, stroking her face.
I didn’t know if you ever would, she confessed,
showing how much she’d wanted it for me.
Your matebite! Now you’re never going to be rid of me, I laughed and rolled on top of her playfully.
She ran a hand through my hair as she looked up at me. “I
never want to. I will love you, cherish you, and protect you to the end.
Whatever comes, we’ll face it together. Mates.”
* * *
Illusion protected my backyard as high as I could
send it. A small fire burned in an old pit I hadn’t used in a very long time,
the smoke visible only from a great distance. We fed Jazz’s research into the
hot flames piece by piece, ensuring that every piece of it burned.
With the last item destroyed beyond recognition, we sat
together in the waning light and watched the fire die into embers. “You didn’t
do anything wrong,” she told me after a long silence.
I countered her statement. “What I did was necessary.
Everything about being Kratos is wrong.”
Anger flared briefly like one of the flames that danced in
front of us. It cooled as quickly as it rose. “No. I wish you didn’t think
that.” We hadn’t had a chance to discuss our ongoing dilemma since we came
home. A Mage capable of controlling other Mages stood apart among my people.
Other Mages feared us and called us Kratos. Only a few existed in the world,
and Kato had named me highest of all Kratos, the most powerful Mage in the
world. My people didn’t know I existed and believed that title belonged to my
grandmother, Beatrice.
“When I read Cassandra, I saw a couple of the other Kratos.
My grandmother is ruthless, powerful, and completely insane. Cassandra’s son,
Emel, is turning into the same thing.”
“Cassandra’s son is Kratos?” Billie startled at the new
knowledge.
“Yes. There are more, but not many. She died before I saw
the details. She thinks about her son a lot.”
“Any mother would. Even one as twisted as
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