Mated to the Warrior Beast

129 Surrender*

~ TARKYN ~

He couldn’t kiss her deeply enough.

She’d wrapped her legs around his waist and he cupped her ass, holding her up and against him. But then she writhed and he groaned and the temptation was too strong. He whispered her name and let her slide down until he slid into her, her weight taking him all the way to the hilt.

They both groaned.

With the most gorgeous sigh Tarkyn had ever heard, Harth leaned back gripping his shoulders, shivering, though not from the cold. Her entire body prickled under his hands and her head dropped back as they moved together.

He’d intended to go slowly, to bring her to this gently, but she bucked against him until he could only hold her hips and give in, the water rippling around them in time with his thrusts.

For a time, the only sound was the rush of the waterfall punctuated by their twin, rasping breaths. But then suddenly Harth pulled herself up to kiss him and stopped moving.

They rested together a moment, trembling, panting, then she opened her eyes—flashing with her wolf—and shot him a wicked smile.

“What?” Tarkyn asked suspiciously.

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With a giggle, she pushed away from him, throwing herself towards the bank. “It’s cold. I’m going back to the cave.”

Tarkyn growled and chased her, laughing. “Weak! You lack commitment, soldier!”

“If this is commitment, I don’t want it!” she giggled, stroking for the bank.

But just as her feet caught on the bank below and she started to walk, Tarkyn leaped forward, grabbing her around the middle and pulling her down. She shrieked with laughter, tipping forward to all fours on the silty bank, her back heaving with laughter.

He grabbed her shoulder intending to turn her and pick her up, but his body jolted with sheer heat, and suddenly his instincts kicked in.

The claiming…

A low growl puttering in his throat, he covered her back, stroking his hands up her stomach until he cupped her breasts. “I will warm you, Harth… please…” he rasped, nipping at the back of her neck.

Then he rubbed himself against her.

Harth wasn’t laughing anymore, her heart pounding and her body responding to him. But Tarkyn was doing battle with his lion, his entire body trembling. He could feel his beast snarling for release.

Breath heaving, he kept himself over her, but stroked her, drawing his palms up the insides of her thighs, along her sides, over her breasts, sucking at her neck, pleading with her, his voice hoarse and deep.

And Harth rippled into his touch, no longer laughing, no longer fleeing, but pressing into his hands, bumping her backside against him, a high whine breaking in her throat.

“Harth…” he rasped. “I have to… I need you… I need to make you mine. It’s time love… if you’re ready, it’s time,” he growled.

“Yes,” she breathed, her head back so he could lean over her and kiss her throat, open mouthed. “Yes.”

“You have to surrender,” he whispered against her skin.

“Yes, Tarkyn,” she gasped, pressing back into his body. “I’m yours. Whatever you want… anything… I trust you.” Then she bumped herself back against him.

Trembling with the restraint not to be rough on her, Tarkyn nipped at her throat, whispering, “Just let go and leave it to me,” then he leaned back, wrapping her wet hair around his wrist and hand, then widening her legs, stroking her until she began to pant again, he took her in a single thrust.

Harth’s mouth dropped open in shock, but she was smiling. She had no time to react as he flattened a hand to her chest and pulled her up and back, bodily, into his lips.

Bringing both hands around to hold her breasts, squeezing until his fingers dug deeply into the soft flesh, he began to pound, calling for her.

And Harth, his beautiful Harth, sank back onto him, letting her head drop back against his shoulder and reached back to link her fingers behind his neck and keep herself against him.

The water splashed and rippled around them as he thrust, the deep resonant mating calls broken and echoing in the valley as Tarkyn was lost and his lion pressed, his back rippling as he threatened to shift.

They rocked together again and again, Tarkyn broken between the waves of pleasure and the fight to keep himself, until he’d dropped his hands to grasp her hips and was pulling her up and off of him, then pushing her back down.

Harth was liquid in his arms, her head back, eyes closed, mouth open and keening.

“Harth… Harth… love!” He was growing frantic, but so was she. With a broken cry he looked over her shoulder to watch her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts, a guttural groan pulled from him by sheer desire.

It was time… It was time… but he wasn’t ready for it to be over.

“Harth! Love!”

“Yes!”

With a tormented groan he pulled her off him and flipped her onto her back, letting her fall back into the water, but keeping her head up as he covered her quickly so that he could take her and taste her at the same time, entering her again in blink so her eyes flew wide and she grasped for him.

He sat back to look at her, almost sobbing with sheer pleasure when her breasts, rosy nipples puckered and tight, made small islands out of the water.

“Harth… God…”

“Please, Tarkyn…”

He still held her hips and she gripped his forearms, her teeth bared, her eyes now open and flickering to her wol’fs as she called to him, over and over.

It was the most aggressive he’d ever been with her, gripping her thighs, pulling her onto him until their skins slapped. But she only cried for him more.

“Don’t stop… please… Tarkyn…”

That only made him more frantic, but then her eyes widened and she growled.

“Harth, I—”

Using his shoulders to pull herself up, she met his lion eyes with her wolf’s.

“You’re mine,” she growled.

“Yes.”

“Only mine,”

“Yes!”

Grabbing his hair, she yanked his head back to bare his throat and he gave it willingly, his body thrumming with need. He gripped her sides, his chest heaving, still pumping into her. Delighted and fascinated as a strange noise—half growl, half cry—kept breaking in her throat.

Then she kissed him, her breath hot, then followed the line of his chin, his jaw down, down. She grazed his throat with her teeth and he shivered, thrusting even harder, stunned.

Harth sucked in a breath. Then she found that spot where his neck met his shoulder and kissed it. “I will make you mine,” she rasped, letting her teeth drag on his skin.

Tarkyn shivered. “I already am.”

But Harth shook her head, her wolf snarling, “No. You’ll be mine… only mine.”

“I am, Harth…”

“I’ll show all of them… even that Queen. Let me show them, Tarkyn. Please!”

“Anything.”

Then with a long, low call, she bit down. Tarkyn groaned as her teeth pierced his skin, but there was no pain, only an electric current, shocking, humming through his skin and into his veins.