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When she tilted her
face up to his, Gage brushed his lips against hers. He slowly deepened the
kiss, carefully gaining her permission. Amelia sighed and opened to him when
she felt his tongue swipe along her lips. In this single moment, no other woman
existed. Gage was completely taken in by his mate.

As part of the
Valendite Breed and being part of a founding family, Gage had been raised by his
parents to know and appreciate the significance of claiming a mate. He planned
to make up for the way they met until the day he died. Thank the Goddess that
despite how stupid he’d been
,
the sharing of blood
would ensure they bonded. He smiled to know that it would also sustain him and
prolong Amelia’s life so she could live as long as he did.

Slowly pulling away
from the kiss, Gage framed her face with his hands and watched for her reaction.
Had he melted some of her anger?

“I think if I take some
of your blood, as you have mine, it will help us. I want so badly to make this
right.” Gage knew he was nearly begging but there was no use hiding his
desperation. “Do you know what to do?”

“Yes,” Amelia sounded
perturbed at his question. “I’ve spent years on the genetics of our race.” She
grumbled something he couldn’t understand, but didn’t pull away from him. Of
course, he chastised
himself,
she knew how to perform the
blood exchange in its initial form. She damn well knew more than he did.

“Let our blood exchange
bind us,” Gage whispered against her lips before drawing on her mouth again and
finding acceptance.

He implored his body to
relax, to move slowly and have patience. He couldn’t afford to screw up again. He
felt her tongue work its way along his teeth and tasted the burst of her life-giving
blood as a bead formed along her tongue. Pulling her tongue between his lips,
he sucked. Dear Goddess, it was ambrosia. To taste her, to pull a part of her
inside him, he couldn’t know anything more right.

With those first tastes
of blood, Gage’s control slipped and his head spun. He gasped at the pleasure and
knew the possibility of gentleness and patience was gone. Amelia didn’t seem to
mind though as Gage noted her body still pressed against his own.

“I want you to claim
me. Just
do
it,” she assured him, already able to feel
his emotions. Gage could feel her emotions as well and knew they weren’t near
as certain as her words.

“But you—”

Amelia cut off his
words by pressing her mouth to his. She didn’t want to talk, not anymore.

He pushed her away
enough to speak, “Amelia, you still don’t know if you want to. I can’t force
you.”

“Dammit, Gage. I think
if we just do it, my anger will evaporate and I’ll be fine.” Even Amelia’s
breathless voice was tinted with anger. As he stopped and looked at her to be
sure, he saw she grew more frustrated. “What are you waiting for?”

“I can’t do this. Not
with you like this.” Gage pushed away from her, frustrated and angry at
himself. Nothing was going right.

Gage was nearly to the
door when Amelia grabbed onto his arm and tugged him back. He pivoted to look
at her, searching for any sign that she wanted him nearly as badly as she
wanted him. What was wrong with him? Now he was getting angry. Damn, he wanted
to punch something… or maybe there was another way to get out his aggression.
Maybe his mate was right.

Before he could second-guess
himself, Gage had Amelia in his arms. His long legs carried them back to the
bed where he dropped her, only to follow. There was no stopping this now. She’d
asked for it and she was going to get it. With a determined focus, Gage looked
at Amelia and willed her clothes from her body.

“Not wasting time,
beautiful,” he grinned down at her naked form. Fuck, she looked delicious and
he was a man ready for a feast. Her legs were spread enough for him to see the
wetness, telling him just how much she desired him. He growled as he brought
his hands to her thighs and traced the lines of her muscles inward. He pushed
her knees out and up to make room for his torso as he laid himself down.

“We’re bonded already.
I can feel your emotions,” Amelia spoke in awe. “Oh Goddess, I don’t want to
but I can’t help but want this, want you.”

“It’s more powerful
than either of us. There’s no controlling it, only accepting it.” Gage answered
her while he continued to take in the landscape of her body. She was all sweet
curves and soft flesh, flawless skin beckoning to him. There wasn’t a blemish
or freckle anywhere, with the exception of her marking as a woman of the
Magdalena Circle, a small birthmark set right above the springy curls of her
core. That was the mark that made her perfect for him, his perfect match, and
his one true mate. Gage ran his hands along the sides of her torso, following
the curves of her body as he learned the feel of her body.

“I’m going to touch you
now. I know you want me. I also know you can’t help but fight it so do your
best. I can handle it,” Gage watched her eyes as he talked, laying out his plan
and trying to sound as confident as he wished he could be. He needed to make
love to her, to claim her as his mate. Warmth radiated out from each part of
his body touching hers. The energy between them where they touched caused tiny
sparks.

He placed his fingers
at the juncture of her thighs and stroked a finger downward. She was wet and he
could smell her arousal. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths, trying to
control his next move. He allowed his eyes to flutter closed, savoring her.
Never before had his senses been this intense.

Even as he continued to
stroke, Gage leaned right into her ear, boxing her in with his arms on either
side of her head to hold her steady. His body was aligned with hers from knees
to chest. He spoke softly but had her undivided attention. “I might just even
like it when you fight me, sweetheart.”

Amelia bucked against
him at that, causing him to chuckle. Oh yea, he was going to enjoy his mate and
the entire struggle that came with her. He couldn’t argue with the perfection
of their mating. After all, his nickname with the guys had always been Wildfire.
What else could he have ever expected in a mate but an equal blaze?

Amelia’s eyes burned up
at him when she shook her head and then directed her stare at him. “I’m ready
if you are.” The challenge was given. The game had begun.

Gage licked a path from
her ear and down her throat.
Her response was
immediate as the heat from his lips seared through her senses. She returned his
kiss with an intensity that encouraged him to deepen his touches further. Amelia
was all his.

Her powers caused bursts
of sparkling light to explode as he ran his tongue along her lips, pressing in
demand for her to let him inside. Gage intended on being inside every part of
her before this night ended. It felt right to hold her tight with his arms and
insist she accept him. Her moans only confirmed what he suspected. This was
what his mate needed.

Gage nipped at her
upper lip and sucked at her lower one until he felt her core press up into him.
Their kiss grew steadily deeper and his body ached for the release that was to
come. He trailed his hands along the sides of her stomach, feeling her soft
skin. No longer held in place, Amelia reached up to tug at the hem of his
shirt. He pulled away just long enough to let her get his shirt off, but when
she reached her hands down to his pants, he stopped her. No way would he last
if there was nothing between them. His jeans stayed on.

Gage leaned back down
and returned to feasting on her delicious pink lips before she could make
another move that would undo him. His tongue pressed against her lips again,
found her tongue, and challenged her for submission. A deep need to dominate
her overtook him as he felt her struggle between relaxing into him and fighting
the instinct.

Crushing himself
against her, Gage felt his arousal align perfectly with her warm center. He breathed
in her scent as he ran his lips along her jaw and down her neck. He scraped his
teeth against her throat before taking a nip along that soft piece of skin on
her shoulder. She shook and moaned, calling out his
name,
and damn if he didn’t feel ten feet tall. The waves of sensation he felt wash
over her nearly stole his ability to think clearly.

Gage worked his way
down as Amelia wiggled beneath him. Still keeping a reading of her emotions, he
knew she wanted this. He might be pushing but she wasn’t truly resisting. He
reached her nipples and stopped, savoring the sight before him. As he kissed
and then blew on each nipple, stiff peaks cried out for attention. He took her
breasts in his hands to massage them as he gently nibbled on each peak in turn.
Amelia thrashed and sought a firmer touch. He could hear her labored, heavy
breaths and knew he was pleasing her.

She began fumbling with
his pants again so he took her hands and placed them over her head, held them
down firmly, and paused to look her in the eye. “I’m not stopping long enough
to look for supplies, so you sweetheart, are going to leave your arms right
there above your head. We clear?”

Amelia nodded once and
made a noise Gage could only describe as a whimper. A smile lit his face.

“Good girl. I’ll lead
and you only need to follow,” Gage spoke to her in between gentle bites to the
swells of her breasts. He continued to nip at her skin until Amelia shouted at
him.

“Please. I just need
you to do this. Be inside me already.”

Taking pity on her and
feeling content that he’d pushed far enough, Gage stood, pulled down his jeans,
and stepped out of them. He watched her look at him, her eyes running up and
down his full height. He could tell she liked what she saw, but already he was
too close to his release to stand there a moment longer. It was time to make
the final play.

Gage bent his head and
lapped his tongue once against her straining nipples. They were like berries in
his mouth as he sucked on them. She tried to pull back but only succeeded in
increasing the friction he inflicted upon her sensitive breasts.

Breathing through his
nose as she did this, Gage became aware of the scent of her arousal. “I can smell
your desire.”

Gage used both of his
hands now to tug on her nipples while he watched her face for a reaction. She
was fighting him, but the pleasure shown on her face was magnificent. He needed
to take her quickly. Holding back a moan, he pivoted his pelvis and rubbed his
cock against her. He felt the moistness of her center as he pressed closer and
then spread her legs.

“Look at me while I
claim you,” his voice was rough with unspent desire.

Then in a single
thrust, he entered her completely. Wasting no time, Gage immediately pulled out
and pushed back inside her channel, setting a demanding rhythm. Using his hands
underneath her buttocks, Gage lifted her slightly and brought her up against
him so their cores pressed fully against one another.

“I want us to drink
from one another like this.
Ho
bisogno
di
te
.
I need to be a part of you in every way possible.”

Amelia reacted with a
shudder to his confession of his need for her in their native language. Her
powers came to life and sparks of color burst around them as Amelia writhed
beneath him, but offered no argument to his proclamation. She appeared as ready
to explode as he was from the combination of shared sensations.

Gage leaned onto his
knees for support and took her arms from above her head so she could hold onto
his shoulders as he pulled her up. Without withdrawing from her, he set her
above him so she sat on his thighs. The angle brought them deeper and allowed them
to feed from one another.

His
cock spasmed as her channel flexed around him, warm and moist.
He was desperate for her. When she tilted her head to the side, he immediately
latched on. He broke her tender skin and was awarded the prize. Amelia’s blood flowed
between his lips and down his parched throat. It was true ambrosia, better than
any blood he’d had. Goddess, this was the connection to her he needed. From
here, he could make everything between them right. His mind was occupied by the
possibilities when he felt her tiny blunt teeth work at his own flesh.

After a few lighter
attempts, Amelia’s teeth sunk into his flesh and drew out short bursts of
blood. Her brown curls tickled his skin where it streamed from her head. The
pulls on his blood pushed him further with need. Already the erotic sensation
of flow—one from the other—was stronger than any release he’d ever had with a
normal woman.

Once Gage drank his
fill and sealed the puncture wound, he grabbed onto her hips and used his
strength to slide her up and down on his cock. He pumped ferociously and heard
no complaints from Amelia. Sweat beaded on his forehead even as he tightened
every muscle waiting to feel her explode so he could go with her.

 
They fit perfectly. His cock was snug. Her
inner muscles contracted as they fought to make room for the intrusion. He knew
she was full with him. He filled her completely which mirrored the fullness in
his heart at having something all his own.