Galen's Lovely Mate (Saber Chronicles Book Four) (4 page)

“I’m yours, too, love.”

She twisted the center of her bra and it
opened, freeing her breasts. They kissed as he slowly pushed the
satin cups away from her breasts and grazed the nipples with his
fingertips. Their tongues danced together, as the sweet taste of
her filled him. His cat purred, anxious to mate her completely. It
wasn’t an ideal situation – she was on a hard counter instead of a
soft bed; they were in her shop and not their bedroom. He just
couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her and kissing her.

He kissed down her jaw to her neck, nipping
at her throat as his finger and thumb plucked lightly at her
nipple. He moved down slowly to her breasts, kissing both hardened
tips before licking and sucking them to tight perfection. She
writhed under him, her hands tightening in his hair as he kissed
down her stomach and began to undo her jeans. She released her hold
on his hair as he moved lower, lifting her hips as he tugged her
jeans and panties down her legs. He removed her shoes first before
taking her pants off completely, and then he stood between her
parted legs and removed his shirt.

“Oh, mine,” she whispered, raising her hands
and gripping the edge of the counter above her head. “You look good
enough to eat.”

He gazed down at her pussy, her flesh bare
and wet. “You do, too.”

Planting his hands on her thighs, he pushed
them apart slowly until he could see all of her, from the pearl of
her clit to the deep pink of her core. Her scent was intoxicating –
a mixture of flowers and sugar – and he could think of nothing
better than tasting her and finding out what she sounded like when
she fell apart.

He bent and kissed her clit. His cat purred,
and the sound rumbled in his chest. Tilting his head, he pushed his
tongue into her pussy, groaning at the sweet taste of her. He slid
her thighs over his shoulders and slipped his hands under her butt
to lift her closer. Licking her as deeply as he could, he purred
and she moaned.

“Oh, that feels so good!”

His cat liked how much she enjoyed his purrs
and he purred more, flicking his tongue over her clit a few times
before delving into her pussy. He purred louder, moving a hand up
to rub her clit. He wiggled the bud back and forth as he licked her
pussy and purred, feasting on her. Her heels pressed into his back,
and she screamed as she came, lifting her hips and rubbing herself
against his vibrating tongue as he purred and licked her sweet
climax straight from the source.

He gazed up the center of her body as he
lazily licked her clit. She lifted her head, and their eyes met.
“Make love to me, Galen.”

Lifting her gently, he kissed her as he set
her on her feet. She stripped off her shirt and bra as he lowered
his jeans, unable to take his eyes off her as she spun slowly to
face the counter, planting her hands and spreading her legs. She
tossed her hair over her shoulder, and he saw the marks where her
wings disappeared into her back. The pink marks, a few inches in
length, were angled over her shoulder blades. He kissed each mark,
and she shivered.

He gripped his dick and set the head against
her pussy. He pushed into her, and she gasped as he breeched her
and pressed inside. Grasping her hips, he watched his dick
disappear into her heated depths, the slick walls gripping him like
a fist. He could have come right then, and it took all his will not
to blast his load on the first stroke.

As their bodies touched and he was buried
deeply, he slid one hand around to her clit and began to tease her
tight bud with his fingers. She moaned and rested her hand on top
of his as he slid his dick from her pussy until only the head was
inside and then pressed in slowly. He kept the pace slow as he felt
her pussy begin to contract rhythmically around him. Her nails dug
into the top of his hand as she came, his name on her lips.

He began to move again, slowly picking up the
pace until he was fucking her as fast as he could. The counter
shook as they moved together, one of her hands gripped the counter
while the other encouraged him to play with her clit, driving her
to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure. She came again and
again, moaning loudly and shouting his name. As he felt his climax
reaching the point he couldn’t hold back anymore, he kissed the
place where her shoulder and neck met.

“Yes, Galen, please,” she said with a rough
voice.

He wiggled her clit with his fingers, burying
himself deeply in her pussy as she locked down on him. He followed
her into bliss as he sank his teeth into her neck. She screamed,
and he felt her wings pushing from her back, so he released his
hold on her neck and leaned back so they could release. They
fluttered between them, and she slumped forward with a groan.

“Holy shit that was wonderful,” she said.

“It really was, love,” he said. He leaned
over, pushing one wing gently to the side as he nicked his tongue
and swiped the mark on her neck with his own blood. His blood would
mix with hers and cause the mark to scar and remain forever. He
eased from her body and lifted her into his arms, finding an empty
place against the wall to sit down, tucking her into his lap.

“I think we should put a couch back here,”
she said with a chuckle.

“Now that’s a great idea.” He glanced around
the room, and his mouth fell open. “Love?”

“Hmm?” she said, nuzzling his neck.

“Look what happened.”

She lifted her head from his shoulder and
gasped. Flowers were blooming everywhere. From roses to lilies to
other flowers he’d never seen before. Boxes, shelves, and tables
overflowed with colorful foliage.

“Well, that’s a first.” She laughed. “I guess
we’ll have plenty of flowers to sell at the shop this week.”

He rested his hand on her thigh. “Was this
because of our mating?”

“It seems that way. When you marked me, it
was like everything inside me went white hot, and I felt my power
swell, but I thought it was just my wings coming out.”

His cat was preening like a peacock. He’d
loved her so well that her power flared and made all the flowers
bloom.

Kissing her forehead, he said, “Consider me
your assistant. What do you want to do first?”

She moved swiftly, straddling him. Cupping
his face, she said, “My sexy mate, as if you even have to ask.
First we fuck and then we work.”

“We already fucked.” He groaned as she
lowered herself onto his already hard dick.

“That was a marking sort of fucking. This is
fucking because we’re mates, and I need to show you how crazy I am
about you.”

Their bodies met, and he gripped her hips,
his fingers digging into her flesh. “I’m crazy about you, too.”

“I know,” she said, smiling as she wrapped
her arms around him and kissed him. “I can feel it deep in my
heart.”

“Then it’s not fucking, Serena.”

“You’re right. I’m so lucky,” she said as she
lifted herself from him and then drove down, letting her head fall
back. “I’m the luckiest fairy in the world.”

“Not as lucky as this cat,” he promised, and
it was the truth. He’d never felt so connected to someone so
quickly. He was falling fast for his lovely fairy. He could think
of nothing but making her happy for the rest of their lives.

They were off to a really good start.

Chapter 5

After they’d made love on the floor, and then
again on the counter, they’d finally gotten to work. Galen was an
eager helper, bringing her containers and supplies, carrying
finished vases into the cases, and helping her clean up. The
explosion of flowers because of her power flare was a surprise. She
wished she could contact her mom or sister to see if they’d ever
experienced it, but she had a feeling it was because Galen was her
truemate. Her parents weren’t truemates. Theirs was an arranged
marriage the king had overseen. She had no doubt they loved each
other, but she didn’t believe the king cared whether couples were
truemates or not. He arranged marriages based on the needs of the
commune.

The refrigerated cases in the front of the
store were full as were the ones in the workshop. She left a note
for Jocelyn, explaining she was now mated and would be taking off a
few extra days.

Galen pulled the security screen shut, and
she locked it. “Shall we, sweetheart?” he asked, offering her his
arm.

She smiled. “Which room?”

“Let me grab my things from my room first,
and then we can go to your room, if that’s okay? I’m pretty sure
that my family is going to offer to let us move into a suite on the
fourteenth floor anyway.”

“Why?” she asked as he pushed the button for
the eighth floor.

“Aubrey is mated to my brother Alaric, and
she was already living on the fourteenth floor, so he moved in with
her. Gretchen is mated to Slade, and they moved into a suite on the
fourteenth floor this week.”

“What about Lia?” She hadn’t gotten to meet
Galen’s only sister yet.

“She’s living in the penthouse with
Caleb.”

The elevator stopped on his floor, and she
followed him to his room. He’d been living there since Alaric and
Aubrey mated on Friday night after meeting at the fights. She was
glad that Galen wasn’t fighting anymore. She wasn’t sure she could
stand to watch him fight, even if he was a great fighter judging
from the numerous fights he’d won during the year he’d been
traveling with the NWFA. She had no idea that shifters enjoyed
fighting each other for money.

After helping him pack his bags, they went to
the twelfth floor. She could smell brimstone as she exited the
elevator and smiled as Galen wrinkled his nose. “Dredge must be
spell casting. He uses brimstone in some of his spells. He doesn’t
do it very often, because people complain about the smell, but it
will dissipate quickly.”

“What kind of spells?”

“He’s a warlock. He hires himself out for
various things – tracking spells, protection spells, that kind of
stuff.”

“Sounds dangerous.” Galen’s eyes narrowed as
they passed by Dredge’s room.

“He’s not. He looks like the devil, but he’s
got a good heart. He doesn’t hurt innocents, and he’s protective of
the people he cares about.” Although she wasn’t certain if the
surly, tattooed mountain of a male had ever had any real family.
They spoke in passing, so she didn’t know him very well, but Caleb
had vetted him thoroughly before allowing him to move in.
“Brimstone is used in protection spells. He’s doing a good
thing.”

“If you’re sure,” Galen said.

“I am.” She used the thumbprint pad to unlock
the door to her room. Galen tossed his bags to the floor, hauled
her into his arms, and carried her inside. He locked the door and
said, “Now it’s time to love you right.”

“What was all that before in the workshop?”
she asked as he carried her toward the bedroom.

“Just the warm-up.”

“I love the way you think, Galen.”

* * * * *

As dawn rose over the treetops that she could
see out of her bedroom window, Serena listened to Galen’s heart
beating as he slept underneath her. They’d made love twice more
before both had succumbed to exhaustion. He was simply amazing. He
held her tight, loved her well, and made sure she was blissed out
every time they touched. She liked that he was a shifter, but she
thought it was sad that he and his family were the last of their
kind.

Galen purred as he woke, wrapping his arms
around her and rolling them both to their sides. She giggled as he
nuzzled her throat and sent shivers down her spine.

“Morning,” he murmured against her skin.

“Hi, yourself.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Last night.”

“I must not have done a very good job if
you’re not completely worn out.”

She eased her leg over his waist and hugged
herself a little closer to him. He was all smooth skin and muscles.
“You did a really good job, but I’m just a morning person.”

He nibbled on her throat and purred, making
her whole body tighten in anticipation. And then her stomach
growled.

He froze and then chuckled. “Hungry,
love?”

Her cheeks flamed. “A little. You forget I
was living in the woods for the last week, so I was eating a lot of
fruits and nuts.”

He rolled her to her back and kissed her
cheek, straightening his arms and looking down at her. “You order
room service, and I’ll get the shower ready.”

She reached for her phone. “Anything in
particular you like?”

“You.”

She knew she was beaming with the compliment.
“I like you, too, but I mean to eat.”

“I meant that too.”

She smiled so big that her cheeks hurt. He
pushed the sheet aside and kissed down the center of her body, and
then he paused just below her navel. His muscles bunched as he
slipped his arms underneath her lower back and pressed his nose to
her skin. As he inhaled slowly, he began to purr. He lifted his
head and his eyes were gold.

“Galen?”

“You’re pregnant.”

Her brow arched. “How can you tell?”

“You smell like a pregnant tigress. It’s your
wildflower scent mixed with a deeper scent of my people – jungle
and heat and sunshine.” He lowered his head and inhaled again. She
let her power flare a little, not enough to make her wings come out
but enough to enhance her senses, and she searched for what he was
scenting. She found it easily – the spark of new life within
herself.

She fisted her hands in his hair, and he
gazed at her with his beautiful golden eyes. “You knocked me
up.”

He grinned. “It’s because we’re both
awesome.”

“Or insatiable. We haven’t even talked about
having kids.”

“I was too busy making you scream.”

“Galen,” she whispered thickly as emotions
rose quickly within her.