Carpathian 21 - Dark Peril

you.”

    “I do not need to know. I saw the images in your mind, Solange. Each time a different man when your cat was in heat. You were with them . . .”

    She closed her eyes, ashamed. “I’m sorry, I know I let you think that, everyone thinks that, even Juliette and Jasmine, but it isn’t true. I tried. My cat drove me with her needs, but I couldn’t ever let them touch me. Each time, I panicked. The thought of allowing a man to touch me sickened me. It’s amazing how vomiting kills the mood for men.”

    “Tell me you are certain, Solange.”

    “You know I am. I want you. I want this.”

    “I need to hear you say it.”

    She didn’t look away from his gaze, her own steady, but she could barely get the words out, her breathing harsh and uneven. She was on fire with need and more than desperate for him. A part of her wanted to yank his hips to hers and just impale herself on him. “More than anything, Dominic, I trust you. I want us to be together in your way. I am afraid, but only of the unknown, not of you or us. I’m certain.”

    His hands dropped to her thighs and spread them further, lifting them over his arms. He leaned over her, forcing her legs higher, giving him better access. His erection brushed against her sensitive, pulsing entrance, and she cried out as darts of fire raced through her body. She closed her eyes, afraid of what was to come, but so frantic for him to relieve the terrible building hunger that couldn’t seem to be sated. She feared she would never get enough of his pleasure. His hands and mouth were so incredible, she couldn’t imagine what his body was capable of doing.

    “Solange, keep looking at me.” His eyes glittered with purpose and resolve. “ Te avio päläfertiilam— you are my lifemate.”

    He didn’t just say the words to her; he chanted them. The musicality of his voice had always appealed to her. She felt each word as he uttered it in his native language and then repeated it in her language so she could understand what the words meant. Her heart began to beat even faster as she felt the broad mushroom head of him pushing into her.

    “ Éntölam kuulua, avio päläfertiilam— I claim you as my lifemate.”

    The words came from somewhere deep inside of him and resonated deep inside of her. She loved being claimed, belonging solely to him. She wanted him with every breath she drew into her lungs. She needed his pleasure more than she needed her own. And belonging to him was so right.

    His hands gripped hers tighter, forcing her to keep eye contact with him. She had never been so excited—or turned on—in her life. She loved looking up at him, feeling the thick, hard heat of him stretching her as he invaded. She felt empty inside and needed to be filled with him—with his essence.

    “ Ted kuuluak, kacad, kojed —I belong to you.”

    Her body flooded once again with a tidal wave of pure heat. She felt the slick moisture pooling between her thighs, arousal bunching her stomach muscles. He did belong to her. Every inch of him. And she would see to his care—his happiness and his pleasure. He pushed into her tight folds just another inch, stretching her until she burned, just on the edge of discomfort.

    “ Élidamet andam— I offer my life for you.”

    She would give her life for his, but that wasn’t entirely what those words meant—it was so much more.
    Every aspect of his life was in her hands. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving, trying to draw him deeper, even when he felt too big to fit. He seemed to know how desperate she was, but also how stretched she felt. He held still, waiting for her body to adjust to his size.

    “ Pesämet andam— I give you my protection.”

    She knew he would always— always —have her protection in return, and she could live with that. He didn’t treat her as if she couldn’t take care of herself. He respected her ability to fight an enemy. He protected her always, including waiting for her body to adjust to the invasion of his.

    “ Uskolfertiilamet andam —I give you my allegiance.”

    Tears burned. Most of her life she had felt alone, fighting for a cause that couldn’t be won. She’d taken care of Juliette and Jasmine, and a hundred other women. This man would always be on her side, no matter what, his first allegiance to her. He pushed deeper and stopped when she cried out in shock at the tremendous burning. He felt huge, impossible to accommodate in her tight channel. But still, her