“It’s just a tank and skirt,” she panted. Where they were going to celebrate, it was supposed to be warm.

His hands slid under her skirt. His touch burned the back of her thighs as his fingers curled around her. With a hard tug, he spread her legs even further then thrust his hips up into her, rocking his hard cock against her. The jersey cotton of the skirt and her scrap of satin panties did absolutely nothing to stop her from feeling every hard inch of him and she thanked God for small wonders.

“Hold on to me,” he ordered.

She obeyed in an instant, ready to do anything so long as he continued to touch her. Her body was his to command, and he did so expertly.

Abby crossed her arms over his shoulders and held tight as he pushed her harder into the wall and braced her there so his hands could run free. He touched her everywhere. Long, strong fingers plumped and squeezed her ass, then ran a smoothing caress up her spine then back down. He ran circles over her hips, squeezed the curve of her waist where it met her hip. He touched her everywhere but where she wanted him.

Her mouth found his neck and sucked his warm skin into her mouth. “Alrik, hurry.” She arched her hips against him purposely sliding along his cock. Blazing need burned inside of her. She needed to be filled by him to feel him filling her in only ways he could.

A growl left him from deep in his chest. The sound tickled her nipples.

“It’s going to be hard,” he growled.

Her head fell back against the wall. “Oh thank God.”

He chuckled as his chin pushed down her top so her breast popped free and then his wet tongue circled her, and his teeth tugged. Each touch seemed to be directly tied to her clitoris and he knew it. Each little tug and pull felt like a seductive caress circling her wet bud.

His mouth opened wide and then he took her whole nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

Hands moved between her thighs. Her breath caught in anticipation. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. She heard the hiss of his zipper and squirmed.

All the while, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked her nipple with that rough tongue, pulled on it with his soft lips. Her hands flew into his glorious hair to hold on.

“Yeees,” she whispered raggedly.

Finally, what felt like forever later, his hands cupped her hips. She eagerly snaked her legs around his now naked hips. Her undulating hips found his hard cock poised and ready for her, but just as she pushed against him, his hands tightened on her to keep her still. The damn satin of her panties blocked her from what she wanted. If she had to get creative to get him inside her then she would.

Abruptly, he released her nipple then gave her a wet, hungry kiss. They both breathed hard after that. He pulled back and her eyes were slow to open. Her mind felt dazed like she’d spun around really fast in a circle and was about to fall down. When she opened her eyes his violet ones stared at her with so much passion and love her heart skipped a beat.

“I love you, Abbigail.”

“I love you, too.”

Her voice broke as he grabbed her undies in a fist and tore them from her body. Then he drove into her.

He did exactly as he said he would. He took her hard. He was unforgiving in his powerful thrusts. Abby could only hold on to him as he took her higher and higher. His hard cock filled her over and again bumping and rubbing over parts of her that made her wild.

Their lips met and fought, tongues lashing. She loved it. She loved everything about it. From how his hands cupped her ass so tight, from the raw hunger shining in his eyes, to the uncontrollable way he took her that just screamed: I can’t get enough of you.

“One right now,” he said, his voice ragged as sandpaper.

Then he ducked to pull her nipple back into his mouth.

That was it. Her entire body started to tighten. The warmth started inside of her where his cock worked her then pulsed outward on one heaving wave as she shattered.

He plunged into her as she fell apart in his arms, shaking and trembling. He tore his mouth from her nipple. “So fucking hot,” he growled.

Then he slammed his mouth back to hers and pressed his fingers between her legs. She jerked.

“Alrik,” she moaned as an all new warmth grew inside her. He rubbed his fingers across her bud in slow but sure circles working her up as his hips slammed into her, shoving her back into the wall.

“I want another one.”

Her hands curled into his hair as her sex pulsed at his words. It was as if her pussy and his words were connected. He said something hot and then she responded in kind.

“Anything for you.”

His sexy mouth curved up into a grin. “Yeah, anything for me baby.”

Then he got serious between her legs and made her scream his name as she came. Only after she finished trembling in his arms did he thrust hard four more times, plant himself deep, and then jet inside of her.

“Don’t set me down, I can’t walk yet,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

His belly deep laughter sent her into a fit of giggles and then he kissed her.

They couldn’t stop smiling at each other like a bunch of love drunk fools.

“Are you ready then?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

He grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. As he did, she felt the world shift and move as he ported them.

When she opened her eyes, they stood on a beach made of fine white sand. He’d asked her where she wanted to be mated at and all she could think of was the beach. Just like the beach where they’d spent their few days at, but with one stipulation. This beach had to be beautiful and hot.

She smiled up at him, unable to contain her excitement even as nerves ate at her stomach. Soon she’d meet her half-sisters and his brother and she’d be Mrs. Demuzi.

The water was such a light shade of blue it was nearly clear. The sky above mirrored the color with only a few puffy, cottony clouds in the sky.

“It’s perfect.”

His shoulders sagged. “Thank God.”

She laughed. “You were nervous?”

“As hell. I had to hope you’d like this.”

As if she wouldn’t be happy being mated with him nearly anywhere. She just wanted to be attached to him permanently forever and ever.

Just then, people started porting in.

A pretty brunette accompanied by a tall, imposing man with long black hair pulled back from his face came first. Her belly looked rounded with child. A man with short wavy hair, definitely a demon, stepped back from them. Only demons could port like that, or a witch with enough power, or a good spell and a solid location. It looked as though her sister had her very own demon ‘porter’.

A stunningly beautiful blonde woman carrying a toddler in her arms ported in next with two men. One, she could tell was a demon because he had long silvery hair, a straight aristocratic nose, and playful eyes.

“Thanks, Draven,” she said to him. He nodded, grinning.

“Any time I get to touch you is a good time.”

The woman rolled her eyes and the big man at her side growled. Abby’s eyes popped wide. That was a real animal’s growl. The man was a shapeshifter, she realized, and judging by the size of him, he had to be an alpha.

“I don’t think your mate would like to hear about that,” the woman retorted.

The demon named Draven winced. “Just a bit of teasing. Sorry, love, but no one actually stirs me like she does.”

Another couple ported in this time with no backup demon because the demon was attached to the petite woman with an arm around her waist and his tongue deep in her mouth. Abby sucked in a breath. The resemblance between him and Alrik was unmistakable. Well, except for the fact that he had beautiful cerulean blue hair and she had yet to see his eyes. But, his skin was that glorious golden color. The woman in his arms moaned softly then popped her eyes opened and they darted right at Abby.