Mated to the Warrior Beast

100 No One But You – Part 3*

** POSTED 29 November 2022 AFTER publication so you aren’t charged for the words **

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~ TARKYN ~

Tarkyn’s chest heaved, his breathing shallow and fast, the sounds of his panting mingling with hers as they stared at each other, both smiling.

Even amid that looming pleasure, Tarkyn’s heart burst with pride and joy, with love, at the sight of his mate, smiling-eager like a puppy on her first hunt.

.....

But then she rolled her hips, positioning him, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“Please, Tarkyn.”

He leaned down, head tilted to drag his lips softly across hers, his tongue flicking at the seam of her mouth. “I love you, Harth. Only you.”

Then, with a shuddering groan, he eased into her.

Harth’s jaw dropped again and she threw her head back, the most beautiful cry breaking in her throat.

For a long, breathless minute, they moved slowly, intentionally together though there was little sound other than the rustle of the furs, because neither of them seemed to breathe at all.

Then, cupping one hand under her knee to keep her with him, he curled the other over her head and pinned her to the sleeping platform so that the force of his thrusts wouldn’t push her up the bed. And then he began to love her properly, that twisting, curling tingle of the bond throbbing in his chest with every joining.

Tarkyn moaned the mating call and Harth sighed his name in return as he took her, slowly at first, easing in and out so she felt every inch, holding himself against her at the peak.

He plunged the depths of her sweet, velvet mouth, taking her that way as well. Then, with a whispered warning for her to keep her legs locked behind him, he held himself, hovering over her, one hand braced on the furs, the other stroking her hair, then her jaw, her neck, down the center of her chest, and then to first one breast, then the other.

Her breasts, already erect from her arousal, seemed to press higher, into his hands, until those little peaks drew rigid under his calloused palms.

Harth began to whimper when he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his breathing hot and demanding.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and his body responded, picking up the pace.

She grasped at him, curling one hand around his bicep to give herself leverage, the other gripping his back as they moved together in long, rolling waves.

But the further she sank into the growing ecstasy of their joining, the less self-conscious she became, until she gave a little crying gasp at the peak of each thrust and her body began to clench around him.

Tarkyn was overwhelmed, unable to get enough of her, stroking his hand up her side so she rippled into him, then tracing the back of her thigh to hold it locked to his side. His breath thundered across her cheek as he devoured first her mouth, then tasted her jaw, her chin, and finally her throat as she threw her head back and began to keen.

He cursed with joy when her eyes rolled back, his own pleasure growing to watch her skin flush and pebble-and he felt her goosebumps rise under his tongue when he kissed her breast, then her neck.

He was first smug, then humbled by the abandon she offered, heedless of anything but seeking to draw him closer, deeper, her hips rising to meet him, and her kisses desperate.

She pulsed around him, and Tarkyn grunted, fisting his hand in the furs, fighting for control as he thrust faster, faster, harder-watching her for any sign of pain or unease. But there was none.

Then she began to call his name-broken syllables accompanied with the claw of her fingers and the tightening of her body, and Tarkyn’s control shredded.

Unable to resist, he pounded into her, his kisses turned to sucking, teeth grazing mouthfuls of her skin. And still she rose to meet him, higher, faster, crying frantically, her body hovering on the cusp of that wave until she trembled with the promise of it.

She was desperate... helpless.

‘Hold on,’ he muttered in her head, and as her hands tightened, he reached between them to find where they joined with his thumb, drawing it up in a firm slide to that precious bundle of nerves that made her entire body twitch again, and again, in time with his thrusts.

Moments later, Harth’s hand slapped to his shoulder as she sought to ground herself as she fell apart in his arms.

“Fuck, Harth...” he breathed as she clenched around him, arching like a cat, and sobbing his name.

On and on, her orgasm took her in waves, so that when she tightened on him again, the leash he’d held so tightly on himself snapped like a bowstring.

Unable to tear his eyes from her, he tightened his grip on her, holding her to him as he shook with ecstasy and roared her name. Then, weak and trembling, they slumped together, panting and blinking until the world righted itself again.

It took minutes before his strength returned so that he could lift her into his arms and crawl up the sleeping platform to lay her head on the pillow. But then they curled together wordlessly, hearts aching and eager, until they fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Tarkyn’s last thought before sleep sucked him under, was a prayer of gratitude for his mate... and a plea that the Creator would never allow anyone, or anything, to take her from him.

‘This is perfect,’ he murmured in her head.

Harth, with a sleepy smile, nodded and stroked his neck. “Perfect,” she mumbled. “I want it to be like this always, Tarkyn. Just you and me.”

He pulled her tight into his chest and she sighed happily.

But as her body slackened and her breathing evened out, Tarkyn found himself unwilling to let her go. He felt it too, that yearning to just... be.

But he also knew that the world-and the Creator-weren’t done with them yet. And so, as Harth fell deeply, happily asleep, he prayed that somehow they could find their way through this shitshow to the time and place where he and his mate could truly be free.

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END OF VOLUME 1! Thank you so much for taking this ride with me! Tomorrow begins the next volume of this story and offers more fun and freedom for Tarkyn and Harth, but also some insight into your other favorite characters. I can’t wait to share it with you!