Beckett

I followed Katrina into one of the spare rooms, unsure what to expect. When I'd stuck up for Luka against my aunt and shared my story with him, it wasn't for Katrina. I'd accepted Luka for who he is as a person, not who he's related to. I accepted that I needed to earn his forgiveness and make peace with him if I didn't want a rift in the mating bond, and I had to accept that I was the one at fault.

"What you did in there," Katrina speaks up, turning away from the closed door, facing me as she speaks, "It was really brave of you."

"I didn't do it to be brave. I did it because I wanted Luka to know that he isn't alone."

"I know," Katrina responds, biting her lower lip. And I want you to know that I'm not doing this because you've finally accepted Luka into our group. I'm doing this because I want to. I'm doing this because I've craved your touch since you taught me how to control my water affinity. Because every moment I'm not with you, I dream of how you'll feel inside me."

I walk toward her, no longer being able to bear the distance between us, as I catch her ponytail in my hand, her head is tilted up, and her lips are pouted, slightly drifting apart. I know she wants me to kiss her, but instead, I pull the band out of her, watching the blond strands flow freely down her back before taking a step back and taking in her beauty. I held my hand out to her, which she grabbed without hesitation as I led her to the bed, sitting down and pulling her between my legs. I reach up again and grip her soft, luscious hair in my hands, digging them and cupping the back of her head before I pulled her down and lowered her mouth onto mine. When our lips meet, our kiss is electrifying. She tried to take control, but at this moment, I was the one in control, and I didn't feel like handing over the reins; I parted her lips with my tongue as I angled her face right where I wanted her. My tongue slips inside as I gently coax her mouth open before brutally smashing our mouths together, a demanding, cruel, yet also soft and sweet kiss at the same time. I released her hair as I let my hands travel down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just slightly so I could kneed my fingers into her ass. She had such a great ass, round and full.

Touching her ass wasn't enough, though; I wanted more. I needed more. I let my hands roam up her body once more as I bucked my hips up, marveling at the noises coming from her mouth when she felt my hardness against her. One of my hands grabbed her around the front of her throat, while the other wrapped into her hair once more, pulling her harshly against us as I deepened our kiss once more, gently squeezing her throat while doing so, causing her to mew louder than she was.

"Please, Beckett." She moaned when I finally pulled my mouth from hers, smiling at how swollen her lips were before dropping my head down and planting kisses along her neck. " I need."

"Yes, darling," I growl against her throat, causing her to shiver, "What is it that you need?"

"I need you to touch me." She cries out as I bite into her neck, my hands grabbing the collar of her shirt and tearing it down the middle.

The loud ripping sound pulls her from her stupor, "That was Aphelion's favorite shirt." She whispers, a mortified look on her face.

I growl at the sound of my cousin's name on her lips. While she's here with me, she'll be thinking of my name and no one else's. "Too bad he can by himself a new one," I murmur against her soft plush breast before taking a nipple into her mouth and biting down harshly against it.

"Ow!" Katrina cries out, pulling slightly away from me.

"When you're here, I want you completely here with me. I don't want to hear another man's name on your lips. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she purrs, a wicked sparkle in her eyes that only strokes my ego.

Let's see how far she's willing to go tonight. I abruptly stand up, spilling her from my lap.

"Get on the bed, and bend over?" I growl into her ear as I help her up.

She looks at me and must notice the heat in my eyes because she bends over eagerly; I can see the wet marks on her panties, showing me how excited she is.

"Do you want to play a game, darling?" I ask, rubbing the inside of her thighs, my fingers brushing against her panty lines.

"Yes," she purrs, wiggling her ass eagerly, wanting me to touch her some more.

"If the game gets to be too much, just say apple pie, and I'll stop. Okay?"

"Apple Pie?" She asks, shifting slightly to look at me.

"Yes, I hate apple pie; now, do you agree to these terms, darling."

"Yes," She replies eagerly, nodding her head enthusiastically.

I give her pussy a small slap.

"Yes, what?" I growl.

"Yes, sir." She whines, moving her hips, trying to catch my fingertips.

"Good girl," I whisper into her ears trailing kisses down her back, before standing back up and cupping her ass cheeks once more. "When you are with me, you are not to say another man's name unless given permission. If you break this rule, you'll be given a punishment that I see fit. Seeing as how you were unaware of this rule, I will be gentle with you this time; instead of the normal ten spankings, this punishment deserves, I'll give you only five. Do you agree to this punishment Katrina?"

"Yes, sir. I agree." She replies, playing the part perfectly.

"Good girl." I rub her ass again, playing with the top of her underwear, "But before I can spank you, I'll need you bare for me. Are you fond of this underwear, darling?" I ask, snapping the top strap against her skin.

Katrina lets out a soft hiss before replying. "No, sir, I'm not."

I can feel myself stiffening each time she replies fuck; she plays the role of pet so well. I grab ahold of her underwear and tear them off her, the ripping sound turning us on even more. I lower my eyes to get a better look at her perfect pussy. She's dripping with need, and I can't help but run my tongue along her seam, wanting to get a taste of her.

"Fuck." She hisses under her breath as I pull away.

"I want you to count your spankings for me, darling, count correctly, and you'll be rewarded, mess up or forget to count, and we will start all over. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes, sir," Katrina replies, practically panting with need already.

I place a small gentle slap on her left cheek.

"One."

I add more momentum to the second slap I add to her right cheek.

"Two."

The third slap is harder than the first and second one combined, and I place it right in the middle.

"Three." She cries out breathlessly as I spread her legs.

Slapping the inside of her thighs, she moans out four.

And the last spanking I place on her dripping wet cunt, my middle finger landing firmly on her clit.

"FIVE." She practically shouts, excited by the feeling of my finger curled up against her sensitive nub.

"Good Pet." I whisper, "Now it's time for your reward; I spread her legs further before pulling her up by her hips. Her ass is in the air as I stand behind her. I let my middle finger continue to massage her clit as I bring my mouth down to her mound, lapping up the nectar that's already spilled from her.

Katrina is a withering puddle beneath me; her legs are shaking, and I know she will explode at any moment.

"Not yet, Darling," I state, begrudgingly moving my mouth away from her pussy and pulling my finger off her clit. "I want the first time you cum for me to be on my cock. I want to feel your walls scream against me as she screams to be filled with my cream.

I watch the shiver go down Katrina's spine, and I know she's enjoying this dirty talk as much as I am. I grab her neck and push her face down further into the bed, "Spread your cheeks for me, darling." I demand, readying my cock so I can sink into her.

Her hands lift as she reaches behind her spreading her cheeks, giving me the perfect view of her pussy and her puckered hole. I line myself up with her hole, grabbing her hips as I plunge into her, pulling back on her and forcing her to meet each of my thrusts. I continue with this momentum until I can feel her walls throbbing around me. I pound into her harder and faster, wanting to feel her shatter around me. I wrap one hand around her throat and pull her body up flush against mine, not breaking the rhythm of my pounding as my other hand sweeps down lower, seeking out her needy little nub. My grip on her neck tightens when I find her clit and massage it with my thumb, she combusts instantly. Her walls contract against my cock, and I can feel my orgasm coming, but I pull myself out of her, not wanting to spill my seed so soon. I massage her clitoris and squeeze her throat, drawing her orgasm out longer.

"Please, Beckett." She begs, "Please, I need more. I need your cock inside of me."

I resist the urge to fill her again, wanting her to cum one more time before burying myself in her again. My hand trailed down from her neck and began to gently massage her breasts at first, barely rubbing over the nipple whenever my hand passed it; each time my fingers touched her sensitive buds, I could hear Katrina let out a small gasp. I worked my finger faster on her clit, wanting to make her cum hard; when I felt her hips gyrating against my finger, I knew she was close, so I pinched her taut little nipple with my thumb and forefinger, setting her off for a second time, this time, while she was cumming, I sheathed myself inside her once more, filling her. I enjoyed the feel of her walls convulsing against me and stayed completely still inside her until they started to slow down. And then I pulled gently out of her before slowly pushing back in again. I kept my rhythm slow and steady, gradually building up momentum as I felt her clench around my cock.

"I want you to cum with me, darling," I whisper, "Do you think you can cum for me one more time, pet?" I ask gently, my hand roaming down the front of her body, once again seeking her sensitive nub.

"Yes, I can cum with you, sir." She replies, thrusting back against me, meeting each thrust as I pick up speed. I can feel her walls tightening against me as I swell inside her. Both are orgasms nearing, "Cum for me, darling." I whisper in her ear as I flick her clit, my cock spilling inside her as I'm sprayed by her cum. I slowly pump in and out of her a few more times, drawing out both are orgasms before I pull out of her, laying down on my back and pulling an exhausted Katrina on top of me.

"You did good, Darling," I whisper into her ear.

"So did you, shark-boy." She smiles back at me cheekily before placing a gentle kiss on my lips. "But for now, I'm safe wording it just in case you get any ideas. Apple Pie. I need some rest, and I want to snuggle into my mate's arms without that weapon of mass destruction going off." She states, nodding toward my cock.

But I've managed to tune out everything else, my mind only concentrating on one word, mate. We were fully mated now. Our bond is complete. I could feel both her light and dark magic inside me, playing with my own as I looked down at the beautiful blond-haired woman sleeping in my arms.

"I love you, darling," I whisper, unsure if she can hear me.

"I love you too, shark-boy., Katrina responds, putting an even bigger smile on my face as I succumb to sleep.