Annie Nicholas - Sigma

“You doubt me?”

“I’d rather not lay my heart on a platter to be feasted on.”

“My dear shifter.” She moved closer until she straddled his hips and cupped his face. “I do not leave a trail of broken hearts in my wake.” She pressed a kiss on his lips, butterfly-light and sweeter than any other they’d shared. “And I plan on feasting on your whole body, not just your heart.”

“Well, I know for a fact that I haven’t broken any hearts.” He whispered against her lips. “Someone would have to love me first to do that.”

She blinked and ran her fingers in his hair. “You have the power to break mine.” Tugging him closer, she deepened the kiss.

Moaning, he took what she offered, his spirit soaring at what she hinted at. He wrapped his arms around her and guided them back onto the mattress with her on top. He gave a throaty laugh when her dainty fingers curled under his waistband, and he lifted his hip to help make undressing him easier.

Clementine would have floated away if Sam hadn’t held her so tight. He’d asked her before he’d known she was staying. Her chest strained with contained joy.

Slipping his pants off his hips, she sensed his arousal against her stomach. He wore nothing now, since he hadn’t changed out of the shorts after the fight. A wave of heat spread over her body. “I can’t get enough of you.” She clawed at her own clothes.

In a flurry of hands, Sam helped her undress. He went to rise and switch their positions, but she pinned his shoulders to the mattress. “Not so fast.” She slid her pussy over his hard cock.

He arched under her weight. Pressing against her, his breathing grew heavier. “Are you going to take me by force, sweet Clementine?” He added a southern twang to his voice.

It sent shivers through her limbs and broke through her self-control. With a swift jerk, she yanked his head aside and punctured his neck. The spill of his warm blood rushed down her throat, easing the need in her gut. He’d be her only source as long as they were together.

“Shit, yes.” Sam cupped her ass and pushed his cock into her core.

Her pussy burned with the stretch as he stroked a little deeper with each thrust. He’d dominated her every time they’d been together, but not this time. She released her bite as she guided his hands from her hips to her breasts. Sitting, she took control of the thrusts.

Residing at Pal Robi had been safe, controlled, and stale. She hadn’t realized it until meeting Sam. For the last few decades she’d only existed, not lived. Her wild shifter risked his life to protect those around him and showed her that taking a chance could be worth so much more than hiding behind a veil of safety. How could she ever return?

Easy. She couldn’t.

She sank his cock into her taut core until their hips met. There had been almost no foreplay. However, she was wet for him. Just a little too tight. She gasped for breath.

“Fuck.” Sam squirmed under her, his eyes shut tight and his muscles flexing as if he tried to hold himself back. He squeezed her breasts in his palms and groaned. “I’m so close.”

Increasing her rhythm, she pounded him with carnal delirium. Lost in bliss, she cried out his name over and over again until the heat of his seed warmed her core.

She fell against him, exhausted and very satisfied.

Sam gathered her in his arms, hugging her against him. “For once, I’m glad Daedalus came into the Omegas’ lives.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Why?”

“I never would have found you otherwise.”