Born

“Never,” he announced, fumbling to remove her armor from her body. “You are mine, Task Mistress, and I will cherish you for all time.”

Fingers fumbled with the zipper on his suit, her insistent tugs ratcheting his need up, as he scented her arousal. The plates of armor fell away and he drew her shift over her head, baring her body to him.

She glanced over her shoulder. “You’re supposed to eat—”

“I plan to,” Guiding her up so she straddled his face once more, his tongue darting out to claim the first taste. “I’m starving, Task Mistress. Feed me.”

Her back arched and he gripped her hips. First he explored the soft mystery of the wet folds before lashing her clitoris until she cried out in release.

Tugging lightly on his hair she panted.

“Cormack…I need you inside me.”

Delivering a final stroke to her quivering flesh, he maneuvered her to her hands and knees so he could enter her from behind.

He guided his shaft into the soft, wet heat, letting her body sheath him. Blanketing himself over her back, he cupped her breasts, thrumming the nipples.

“I need to take you hard, Allora.”

“Yes.” She moaned, thrusting back so he moved within her. “I want that.”

His control broke and he seized her hips again, surging forward. She cried out when his cock drove in her even deeper.

The sight of her, spread to him like that, her body taking his inside, the sounds…his hips pistoned madly. The feel of her, like liquid fire.

“Cormack!” Her red locks spilled over the soft blanket. Amethyst eyes grew heavy-lidded as she gazed up at him over her shoulder, lips parted on her cry. He needed to see her face. Withdrawing, he rolled her to her back and waited to enter her again, needing to do something even more important before he drove within her again. “You are mine, Allora, mine to love, mine alone.” He spoke the vow the Bred accepted as the binding ceremony when a male chose his Only One.

Her eyes went wide as she recognized his words.

Threading her fingers through his she whispered. “I am yours, as you are mine. For now, for always.”

Cormack drove his cock home, sealing their union with flesh as tradition demanded. He came at once, but stayed inside her, unwilling to let this moment end. Laying his head against her breast he breathed her name, a smile on his lips.

“Tell me again what you’ll do if I should go mad?”

She laughed, her amusement shaking his resting place. “Shoot you, of course. It’s the only humane thing to do.”

He looked up at her, heart bursting with joy to behold her in this new world of possibility. He knew he wouldn’t go mad, because loving her required all of his time and energy, there would be none left for insanity to claim. “Just so we’re clear.”