Willow didn’t know what surprised her more, that she knew her answer or that she wasn’t scared of it.
Taking a deep breath, she said, “Okay.”
Lyonis stepped back, disbelief ridden across his face. “What?”
She looked him straight in the eye with a bravado she didn’t quite feel. “I said yes. I’ll mate with you.” Lyonis stood there for a solid minute, then he picked her up into his arms and swung her around, laughing. Willow couldn’t help it, she laughed too, feeling lighter than she had in a long time.
He set her back down and kissed her. “I can’t wait to announce it to everyone. We will have one helluva celebration come the festival. And there will be no fighting,” he added sternly.
Willow pretended to pout. “Come on, just a little fight. I’ve been practicing my right hook.”
A devilish gleam twinkled in his eye as he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her against him. “I’d recommend using your knee. I know firsthand how strong it is.”
Willow’s snort turned into a full belly laugh as she remembered kneeing him in the face after they first made love. Slowly their laughter faded away until they were smiling at each other like young lovers. She watched as his face transformed turning slowly into a wicked, hot look.
“What?” Butterflies danced in her stomach.
He picked her up by her hips, walked to the desk, and set her on it. Stepping between her legs, he pressed his arms on either side of her and said, “You owe me.”
Now that was the voice of the Alpha she’d always thought he was. But she knew better now. He was just as giving as he was a taker. Willow remembered the wet licks across her sex from last night and warmed to a passionate flush.
“And what do I owe you exactly?”
His eyes darkened like a thunderstorm, then tracked down to her breasts and sex. Somehow he managed to make her feel naked with that look even though she was fully dressed.
“I’ll show you,” he promised.
Willow was flipped around in a second. In the next, a hand was at her back pushing her into the desk. She softened her muscles and went with it, confident in his touch that she’d find a secret happiness only found with him.
Pressing his hips into her cheeks, Willow felt the unmistakable evidence of his erection. Her body warmed like she’d been sitting out in the sun, her skin tightening with coiled nerves ready to expend release.
His hands reached under her to fondle her breasts through her shirt. His movements were rough and jerky, reminding her so much of the first times they were together. Instead of fighting it this time, she went with it, ready to enjoy everything he gave her.
With a frustrated growl, Lyonis tugged her shirt up to free her breasts. He found her athletic bra and tugged that up too until her breasts touched the open air of the room. Her nipples were hard before he even touched them.
And touch them he did with hard, rough squeezes that melted her from the inside out. They panted and groaned together like two beasts about to mate in the dark woods at night. He pinched her nipples and tugged on the peaks until she was panting beneath him, waiting for him to do more.
“Lyonis.”
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, my Willow.” His husky, sweet words, accompanied by the masterful touch of his hands, made Willow’s heart feel too big for her chest. His hands spanned her ribcage then tracked down her bare stomach to her hips. He didn’t stop there. He traveled down, grabbing her pants and panties in his fingertips and pulling until they settled around her ankles.
“I’ve dreamed of you like this,” he said, his voice husky with need.
“I bet you have,” she managed to say. He palmed her hips and thighs, her cheeks and stomach with growing fervor.
He chuckled softly. “It’s one thing to take you like this when you’re still fighting me, but an entirely different pleasure to have you willing and accepting.” He pressed dozens of kisses up her spine that spread chills across her until she shivered.
He pulled the tie that bound her hair and pushed it to one side of her shoulder. It was an intimate, sweet ac but Willow knew for him it was a dominating one. A moment later, his lips were at the back of her neck, making her shiver.
Time stopped as his teeth sank into her. She was in an alternate reality where there were no worries of demons, or the past, or of a baby. Here there was only him and her, experiencing each other in the most basic and wonderful of ways.
His bite claimed, marked. It shot rays of pleasure down her spine to her toes, curling them in her shoes. He released her slowly as if it pained him to do so. Willow made a soft sound as his teeth retreated. His lips kissed the mark he made. Her body was on fire as if she’d dropped into an inferno. Her sex dripped with cream, open and ready for him. She couldn’t wait any longer.
“Lyonis, please.”
His hands stilled at her hips, then squeezed in a hard possessive touch that she’d remember for the rest of her days.
The next happened so fast that she wished she could slow down time and remember every second of it. He stood back and she heard the hiss of his zipper, the whoosh of his khaki’s dropping. He kicked open her legs until she was spread for him. She didn’t mind, she actually arched her hips back to him in offering...just as he once said she would. How right he was about so many things.
His hands curled around her bare shoulders and locked tight. She thought she was prepared for it, but she was wrong. He nudged her entrance, then shoved inside.
Their cries meshed in the office, ringing off the walls. She was wet and open but still his big size stretched her to delicious lengths, tingled her nerves, and worked her muscles into a frenzy that she was sure everyone in the town would here when she came.
He didn’t stop moving. He entered her, then began pounding into her mercilessly. Flesh slapped against flesh, cries met groans. She was his captive. Locked in his grip, pushed against the desk with no inch to spare. He simply took and she gave.
He slid in and out in fast, driving strokes. Raw, earthly cries left her throat as the pressure inside her built like trapped steam. He felt it, too. Her pussy tensed around him as if trying to lock him in place, but he wouldn’t be held. He was claiming his mate.
He drove faster, harder until her cheeks jiggled and his gripped tightened around her shoulders to keep her from sliding across the desk.
He kicked open her legs another few inches and she moaned. His sac swung with each thrust, slapping against her swollen clitoris with fast, heavy pulses. It was tormenting, it was wild, and she was lost.
His cock filled her deep then he held himself there. Willow shot apart like fireworks, exploding in a thousand different directions. Her blood boiled, sex tightened then quivered her release to every muscle in her body until, unable to keep it restrained, she screamed. She screamed his name, her pleasure, the intense, overwhelming pressure inside her as the steam released out of her body and into the air around them.
She went limp against the desk, her body a pliable receptacle for him—the ultimate offering. And he took it like a conqueror.
“God, Willow.” It was almost a prayer, a husky vow of amazement from him. He held her tighter and bore down on her, hips slapping loudly against her.
Her sex pulsed and clenched around him with the last vestiges of her orgasm and he rode on that pleasure, driving his own until finally—he met his.
With a guttural shout, he slammed home and shot his hot seed into her. Willow jerked as the streams jetted inside her, hitting her walls and teasing her with the promise of another orgasm. He came for long, long seconds, hips trembling against her backside as he pumped his seed, fingers hanging on for dear life as his shout finally faded.