Esmerelda: A Rogue Enforcers Novel by Darlene Tallman (read 50 shades of grey .txt) 📗

reaffirms, running his nose alongside mine. Something clicks inside, something I wished for when I was much younger.

“You’re my mate,” I state, my hand reaching up to glide through the hair at the nape of his neck. It’s not as long as Paxton’s, but it suits him. Thick, glossy, with a bit of a wave that has my fingers moving in a lazy motion that causes him to rumble.

That rumble.

Oh my goddess.

Never in my life has a sound impacted my soul the way that deep sexy noise did, and I want to immerse myself in all things Beast.

“And you’re mine,” he advises once again, his hands doing their own discovery.

Before I can say anything else, his lips capture mine and I’m lost in the sensations of coming home. Finding my one. I’ve seen my charge, Landry, as her mate pursued and wooed her. Same with Maverick and Connelly. While there was a flicker of want deep inside every time I saw them together, I had resolved that I would be alone.

“Sweet as sugar, just as honeyed,” I whisper against his lips when we break apart slightly to catch our breath. “My sugar bear,” I murmur before kissing him again.

Over and over, our lips caress as we learn each other. Somehow, during this glorious melding, we undress. Always touching, never separated, the need coursing through me is as great in him, if the heat pressing into my abdomen is any indication.

“So much I want to do to you but it has to wait, I need to make you mine,” Beast mutters. I nod, my legs already splayed wide, my body weeping with need. This isn’t something I’ve done before, but right now, it doesn’t matter, my body knows how to react.

He notches himself at my entrance and I still. Looking down at me, he cups my face in his hands, his finger swiping across my cheek. I nod slightly to let him know it’s okay for him to continue, then my eyes widen as I feel him slowly enter me. I could use my magic to make it easier on me, but I want to feel that delicious stretch as he molds himself to my body.

“Sugar bear,” I plead, unsure of what I need exactly, I just know that I’m on the precipice of something that will make my magic pale in comparison, which is saying a lot.

“I’ve got you, my sorceress,” he replies before he slowly begins moving inside me. I’ve heard mating stories from other witches, so the sparks that start shimmering around us aren’t surprising. What does shock me are the feelings coursing through my body.

As he continues his delicious assault on my body, my hands roam across his shoulders and down his arms, as I admire the sheer strength that rolls from him. When he captures one of my distended nipples in his mouth to begin laving it with his lips and tongue, I feel the fire inside flare higher. My legs now wrapped around his waist, I dig my heels into his ass and use that to thrust up as he plunges down.

“Beast,” I cry out as an orgasm courses through me, the waves of pleasure at tsunami level. My index fingernail elongates slightly as I touch the space between his neck and shoulder, and I watch in amazement as my claiming mark appears.

Before I can come down from my sexual high, he grunts out something unintelligible and I feel him bite down. The magic shimmering around us as he claims me momentarily causes my breath to stall in my chest, despite the fact that his hard, driving motion has me on the precipice of a second orgasm, something I didn’t think was possible.

“Esme!” he cries out as his body stills over mine. His large body rolls so he’s now underneath me, my body draped languidly over his. “Fuck,” he says, reaching up to touch my claiming mark. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, my sugar bear,” I coo, my finger tracing the mark I left on him. It looks like a tattoo, with an elegant looking ‘E’ in the center. I can feel the magic radiating from it and realize that somehow, I’ve imbued him with my magic. “How soon can we do that again?” I question, my body already craving what he can give me.

“It’s fortunate for you that I have significant stamina,” he teases, kissing my forehead. Right now, I don’t feel like one of the most powerful witches alive. I’m a delicate, feminine being, not a woman feared for her abilities. I love that with our mating, he’s given that to me.

Sparks continue to fly as we learn one another. Despite being new at this whole relationship thing, my body instinctively knows what to do, and I relish in the fact that when we finally collapse, the air around us shimmering with magic, I’m fully sated yet whole.

Magical.

Beast

The last thing I expect when I roll into the campsite where my best friend, Ice, is at is to find and meet my mate, much less claim her. I came here to help, to have his back, yet from the moment I saw her, that elemental calling was too strong to do anything other than take her into my arms and claim her. As she sleeps beside me, my eyes caress her body.

She’s a tiny thing yet the power that emanates from her lets me know that in her case, appearances are deceiving. I can feel the magic that she’s expended during our lusty, fulfilling lovemaking. Never having known a witch before, I can’t believe that Mother Nature brought one into my life as my mate.

“I will protect you,” I vow, whispering so I don’t wake her. “I know you can take care of yourself, but as your mate, it’s my job, my honor, to have that privilege of caring for you, my sorceress.”

As sleep reaches up to claim me, I draw her closer then pull the covers over the two of