“What?” He had to be talking about the shirt I’d borrowed. I had no idea who it belonged to, just that it was big enough to cover me up as I crawled around.

“Blade.”

“Who’s Blade?”

“Not your mate.”

With none too gentle hands, he set me on my feet and pulled the shirt up over my head. Now all I had on were my boots. He took his time, inspecting every inch of my body. For what, I wasn’t sure, but I’d never felt more alive. More beautiful. Sexier.

“You are unharmed?”

“I’m fine.”

With a growl that brought goose bumps to my skin, he lifted me off the floor and turned me around to face the wall. Once there, he held me up with an arm around my waist as he freed his cock. Still holding me in place, he stepped between my legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, mate. Fuck you until you scream my name.”

Well then, I was never going to scream. I was so wet, so swollen and achy and aroused by making him hunt for me that I nearly broke that vow the first time he pumped his hard cock into me from behind.

“Oh god.”

“Your god cannot save you from me.”

Great news because I didn’t want to be saved. I needed to be taken. Craved. Desired. I wanted Cormac to put me first. My brittle heart dared hope he might actually fall in love with me.

My mate. Mine. For the first time since my mom died when I was a child, someone felt like they were mine.

I shifted my hips, opening myself up for him to go just a bit deeper.

We both groaned as he set a relentless pace with his enormous cock. He stretched me open and took what he wanted. Hard. Fast. An orgasm rolled through me, and I had to bite my upper arm to stop the scream from escaping my throat because I was afraid he would keep his word. Afraid he would stop if I screamed.

The bite hurt just enough. I gasped as the pain sent my nerves into overload and intensified my release. I was out of my head. Nothing existed but Cormac and his cock and the wall holding me in place so he could take more.

His cock swelled, and he bottomed out inside me and stopped moving. “Not yet, mate.” His fangs grazed the curve of my neck, my shoulder, and I shuddered in anticipation.

“Do it.”

“Do what?”

“Bite me.”

“Not yet. You will wait.” He stepped back, carrying me with him, his arm like a steel band around my waist.

I didn’t really care what he did, as long as he kept giving me orgasms.