Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“I’m going to make you come, however many times you need. And then I’m going elsewhere to make myself come.” “I can—” “No, Serena. You can’t. But I can. I want you to tell me what you need, and I want the privilege of giving it to you. I want you to use me.” A kiss on my collarbone. “If you think there is anything I would like more than seeing my mate through her Heat, you are fucking wrong. If this is all I get, I’m going to make the most of it. Okay?” I nod again, which gives him a path to my throat. His mouth closes around my gland and it’s so sudden, so shocking, I scream. “Koen,” I gasp, moving my hips again. The pleasure is white-hot. “Feels so good.” The curve of a smile. “Feels better for me than for you.” “Impossible.” My breath tumbles out. “I…I tried.” “Hmm?” “Touching my glands. But it didn’t really—not like when you touch me.” “Sweetheart.” He nips at it. I shudder, full-bodied. “It has to be you, Koen. We’re like…lock and key? It has to be us.” I rock in his lap, demanding release. Closer and closer, clumsier and clumsier. “You’re my mate, but I’m not yours. There will be other keys for you.” A flat-tongued, broad lick. When he bites me again, it feels a little more violent. Like he could easily break my skin, and he wants me to know. “And I’ll do my best not to kill them. No promises.” “I don’t want them.” I sob in pure frustration, pressing harder, all soaked, sticky underwear and hard ridges, marks sucked into tender skin, deep inhales. “I don’t want anyon...