Destined Mates: Purely Paranormal Pleasures

Chapter 10: The Devil Inside

Avail held on to his humanity by a thread. The Devil inside of him pushed at his skin, wanting to be a part of the mating as much as his human half. He drove the beast back down, just barely. Allowing his alter ego to peek through his eyes at the wondrous creature he meant to mark as his own. Yessss.

"Ah, pet, you're killing me," he groaned and swiveled his hips, enjoying the friction their bodies created. He couldn't wait until he was inside of her, doing all the naughty little things he'd been thinking since he saw her straddling his fence.

Her musky, sweet fragrance filled his nostrils. The scent of her arousal was growing stronger. Enough to tempt the very Devil. Delicious. But where should he begin?

Such a blatant invitation to be seduced. An abundance of flesh for him to explore. He could get drunk on her. Gorge himself on her sweet, spicy taste. Spend hours learning every perfect inch of her. And still he'd want more. As it should be, his Devil growled.

He could hardly contain himself. She squirmed beneath him as he kissed and touched. A tease here. A nibble there. On an on he went torturously slow, until he drew a sharp, satisfying hiss from her plump lips. His little mate was as needy for him as he was for her.

Grrrr. The soul deep grumble built up from his stomach, sounding loudly through his chest to his throat. Never before had he felt so many conflicting emotions. Desire, passion, possessiveness, and pride in his woman, but also uncertainty, the need to go slow, to care for her. s**t. I sound like a f*****g i***t.

Or did he? He'd never met his mate before. These new emotions were bound to calm down once he had her a few dozen times. Yes. Good plan. Mark her as mine. No one else can have her.

The very thought sent his Devil in a rage. But no, anger had no place here. Not when she was in his arms. Avail wanted her so bad. To touch, feel, experience all of it. All of this mating.

He wanted to melt into her. Couldn't pull away if he tried. Not that he wanted to try. His whole body burned from need. He ran his hands over her gorgeous curves, loving every dip and swell. Perfect. She was f*****g perfect for him.

So soft and warm. Like a woman, his woman, should be. He flicked the hard nubs of her n*****s with his fingers before he gently cupped her heavy breasts. Lifting and kneading them with a tender touch before adding just a hint of pain to the hard nubs. Making it all the better for his lovely little mate.

Her mewls of pleasure told him she approved of his careful ministrations. The sounds of her heavy breathing and gasps drove him wild. Avail wanted more from her, he wanted it all.

He lowered his skilled fingers to the rounded globes of her ass while he attended her breasts with lips, teeth, and tongue. Loving how small she was beneath him, and not. Her ample curves touching him, cradling him as she'd been born to do. Yesss.

He tugged her closer to him. Not satisfied until he was touching every inch of her against his own flesh. His Devil was right there, in the moment with him. The two halves of his soul working together to mark his mate with his scent, his touch, his claim.

"So beautiful, so mine," he touched her face with his fingertips. Tracing her soft features, eyes mesmerized by her beauty. And she was beautiful like this. All flustered and bare to him, her desire an open book for him to read.

With great reverence he bent and kissed her soft skin. Never like this before. It was as if his need for this one woman was hot enough to start fires on its own. Maybe it was.

He knew the stories. Had heard them as a child. Despite the legends, a Jersey Devil only breathed fire after he'd mated with his promised one. Perhaps that was why his chest felt aflame? Whatever the reason, he was going to see it through. There was no turning back now.

"I want to give you tenderness, pet. I want to worship you," he whispered.

His desire to treasure every sweet inch of his promised pulsed through his blood. Then he smiled. Realizing nothing was stopping him, Avail scooted down to the edge of the bed.

"Mine," he growled once more. Unable to stop himself from repeating the words.

His tongue laved at her rounded belly, covering the closely cropped curls of her mound with soft kisses as he pried her thighs gently open. He could only stare for a moment at her glistening pink perfection. f**k. She was gorgeous.

He could wait no longer. Dipping his head he swiped his tongue across her plump folds. Reveling in her flavors.

Mouth latching onto her clit, he tugged on the sensitive flesh, satisfied when she cried out and bucked wildly against him. So responsive. He couldn't wait to hear what other sounds she made as he continued to pleasure her.

Hands skimmed up her shapely calves to her thick thighs, his mate moaned as he slid a single finger into her s*x. Her tight channel clenched him as he licked at her nub. Tension spiraled throughout her body as he brought her nearer to her climax.

He felt invincible holding her like that, loving her like that, bringing her pleasure. Like he could do anything as long as he held on to this one woman. And he intended to hold on for a very long time. After all, he was only starting to convince her she was his and his alone.

"Avail!" She crowed his name. Back arched as she found yet another climax on his tongue. Her flavors burst on his taste buds, spicy and sweet. All her. All mine.

"Please," she begged, pulling on his hair until he slid up her body.

She gripped his face, kissing his mouth. So f*****g hot. His Stephanie was passionate and unafraid. She wiggled against him, sliding her s*x along the hard length of his c**k. f**k me. Yes. He needed to be inside of her. Now.

The warm honey of her arousal allowed him to spread her slick s*x open. He tested her with his fingers, dipping one and then two into her undulating heat.

Avail lifted up, aligning his swollen head at her entrance. His mouth feasting on hers, he pushed himself slowly inside of her welcoming channel. So tight. So f*****g hot.

"I'm going to mark you, pet, take you, make you mine," he growled the words, but did not move until she nodded her assent.

"Say the words, love. Tell me you want me to do this," he commanded. Avail wanted no misunderstandings. Once he marked her, she was never getting away from him. Mine.

"Yes, Avail, yes. Please," she moaned tugging him closer with her small hands wrapped in his hair.

Her channel clutched at him as she ground herself against his pelvis, striving towards the ultimate goal. She felt so good. Like coming home. He swiveled his hips, a slow, deep swirl that had his d**k sliding even further down into her molten core.

Heaven. He was in Heaven. The irony was not lost on him, descendant of a Demon and all. If this was as close to the actual pearly gates as he'd get, he'd die a happy man. He pressed her down into the mattress.

Luxuriating in her warmth. Only a tiny shred of sanity kept him for rutting on her like an animal. His promised deserved better, she deserved so much more. Roses, champagne, diamonds, sunsets, long trips to tropical islands. Anything. Everything. He wanted to give it all to her.

Thick legs wrapped around his waist, she pulled him closer. Avail increased his pace. Something was pushing him on. His Devil? The urge to mark her? Yes. Mark. Mine. He pumped his hips, glorying in how perfectly they fit together. So tight.

"Stephanie," he said her name, looking into her glazed blue eyes. He wanted her to fall with him, wanted to make this moment perfect.

He found her clit with his thumb. Circling the small nub as his c**k rocked deeper inside of her. Tap, tap, tap, he kept rhythm, steadily increasing as she began to tense. Back arched, mouth opened in a soundless scream she scratched at his shoulders wildly. His promised was passionate.

Raking her nails down his back, Avail threw back his head and roared. c**k pulsing, semen coating her walls, he came, and came, until he was hoarse.

"Mine," he growled.

Cock still swollen. He pumped slowly. Swivel, swivel, swirl. Holding her against him, Stephanie's eyes widened.

"But? Oh!" She gasped as he touched just that right spot inside. Urging her legs to spread wider, he ground his pubic bone against her swollen nub.

Loving her cries of pleasure, he repeated the move again and again. Nipping her once below her ear, and twice on her neck he used his tongue to soothe her skin. The beats in him reveling in his mate. Then he found the spot where he'd leave his mark, just above her left breast.

Cock throbbing with the need to come again, Avail didn't rush it. No. This was for her. All for her. He needed her to come with him. Using everything he had, his body, hands, and mouth, he brought her to new heights.

Slowing down to an almost painful pace, he steadily increased. Her ultra-sensitive body tensing with awaited ecstasy. He felt her vaginal walls clench around his d**k. Milking him, sucking him in deeper. So good. Pleasure began to spiral, the beginning of ecstasy. Oh f**k. Yesssss. And then, he struck.

Swallowing down the life-giving fluid of his promised, Avail felt the bonds of their mating surround him. The pulsating magic wrapped around the two of them, connecting them as nothing else in the universe could. No laws of man or beast. This was something different. A complete union of two beings made for each other.

For as surely as she was made for him, Avail knew in his soul that he was made to love her.

"Now, you're mine," he said as he slowly withdrew from her intense heat.

She gasped, a sound he readily swallowed. Kissing his mate. Soothing her. Mine, mine, mine. The never-ending chant repeating in his mind.

"That was incredible," she whispered. Exhaustion taking over, her features stilled in sleep as he looked on.

"Beautiful mate," he kissed her head, pulling her closer against him and covering them both with the blanket.

Before he succumbed to sleep, he had a brief moment of panic. Yes, she'd agreed to allow him to mark her, but he hadn't explained all of it. Not really. He'd failed to tell her of the changes that she would experience. The ones involving certain magical powers that were bound to occur, perhaps even a more bestial side to his promised. Anything could happen really.

His grandmother had been given the gift of precognition upon her mating. A Witch's gift really. Most mates received something similar. Of course there had been one that was unlike the rest.

Some long-ago ancestor he recalled. She was given an animal of her own to Shift into, a lynx or some other woodland cat, if he wasn't mistaken. Rare for a Devil's mate to receive her own animal as a gift, but not unheard of. At any rate, he needed to prepare his promised for whatever she'd experience as a result of his marking her.

Plenty of time, he told himself as he snuggled into her heavenly body. How did he get so lucky? He breathed in her spicy feminine scent and couldn't resist dropping another kiss on her soft lips. I'll tell her everything in the morning.

Except there was a snag to his plan. When Avail woke up the next morning, he was alone.

Roar!