Wren watched as Maggie came calling out his name. Smiling, he rolled over with her so that he could finally take control of their play. He moved faster against her supple hips, heightening her pleasure as her nails bit into his back.
And when he found his own orgasm, he could swear he saw stars from it.
He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding as he felt the most incredible bliss of his life. There was nothing on earth that could match the warmth of her lying beneath him. Of the sensation of her hot hand against his cool skin.
The beast inside him could devour her. It was already growling and straining for another taste of her body.
Marguerite played in his hair as Wren's breath tickled across her skin. She loved the feel of his weight on her. Of his body still joined to hers. It was warm and wicked.
And she never wanted to move again.
She ran her feet over the backs of his legs, delighting in the feel of all his lean muscle. She could feel her hunger for him starting to build again deep down inside. Now she finally understood how Wren could make love to her for hours.
It was intrinsic.
She laughed deep in her throat as she felt him growing hard again inside her. Biting her lip, she moved against him, slow and easy, savoring the whole length and breadth of him.
Wren lifted himself up by his arms to stare down at her as she continued to control their play. "I think my little tigress is still hungry."
She moaned as he thrust himself into her deep and hard.
And she still wanted more. Cupping his bottom, she urged him faster and lifted her hips to draw him in even deeper. It still wasn't enough.
As if he could sense it, Wren pulled away. Marguerite whimpered until he rolled her over onto her knees. He took her hands and braced them on the headboard as he separated her thighs with his.
"Trust me, Maggie," he breathed in her ear a moment before he was inside her again.
She gasped at the deepness of his penetration. Her breasts tingled as he thrust against her. Using leverage from the headboard, she met him stroke for stroke. He cupped her breasts an instant before he buried his lips against the nape of her neck.
Marguerite groaned at the hotness of his lips, at the feeling of his hand cupping her breast while he trailed the other down her stomach, to her wet cleft. Her breath caught as he toyed with her in time to his thrusts. She'd never felt anything more incredible than him in and around her. It was as if she were consumed by him.
And when she came again it was so intense and ragged that she literally screamed.
Wren laughed in satisfaction until his own blinding orgasm took him. He buried himself deep inside her as his entire body shook. Never had he felt anything like it. His heart hammering, his powers sizzling, he wrapped himself around her and pulled her back on the bed so that she was lying on top of him, completely exposed.
Marguerite gave a ragged but contented sigh as Wren gently stroked her breasts while she lay atop him. She was so sated that she felt like a well-fed kitten ready for a long nap.
Wren hooked his ankles to hers and spread her legs wide. "I don't think I could ever get enough of you, Maggie," he whispered as he slowly began to toy with her again.
She shivered at the sensation of his long, lean fingers stroking her cleft. Of them delving deep inside her body, stoking yet another fire inside her. She reached down to cover his hand with hers as he pleased her even more.
"What is it like to be mated?" she asked, wondering if it could get any better than this.
"For the female, heaven. For a male, it sucks."
She frowned at his deep, almost angry tone. "How so?"
"Once our kind mates, it really is until death we do part. There is no freedom from each other so long as both mates live."
She started to correct him about the "our" until she realized that she was his kind now.
She was no longer fully human.
"Is that so bad?"
"Not if both are loyal to each other. The male's job is to protect the female. To keep her and their children safe. So long as she lives, he can never again touch another woman sexually. Essentially we become impotent around anyone but our mates."
Now she understood his father's anger. "Your father can't even take a mistress?"
"No. No male can. But the females are free to share their bodies with anyone they choose to. They just can't reproduce with anyone other than their mate."
"That doesn't seem fair."
"It isn't. It was one of the curses that the three Fates handed out to my people when we were created."
She hissed as he continued to stroke her and moved her hips against his hand.
All in all, what he described didn't sound too bad. "But if one of the mates dies, the other is free?"
"Yes, unless we have bonded our life forces together. Then if one dies, both die."
She closed her eyes and smiled. "That sounds romantic."
He nuzzled her hair with his face as he continued to stroke her. "In a way it is. It's the ultimate sacrifice between two beings who never want to live apart. They say that not even the Fates can break such a bond. If one of the lovers is reincarnated, then the Fates must reincarnate the other so that they can be together again in their new lives."
She opened her eyes as Wren pulled away from her. He slid her off of him, onto the bed. She frowned at him until he moved on the bed until he was lying between her open thighs.
"You are so beautiful," he said raggedly, his eyes burning into hers.
Marguerite wanted to tell him then how much she loved him, but she was afraid to. She wasn't even sure why. But something inside was scared that if she said it, she would ruin this moment, and she didn't want it to end.
Wren took her hands into his and led them to the center of her body. "Hold yourself open for me, Maggie," he said, his voice thick. "I want to see you touching yourself while I taste you."
She shivered at his words as she reached to comply. The instant she did, he dipped his head and took her into his mouth. Marguerite choked on a cry of pleasure as he tongue-tormented her with the sweetest ecstasy she'd ever known.
How could any man feel this good?
And in that moment, she realized something.
She wanted to be mated to him. Forever.
Are you insane?
But her heart didn't listen to her head. Then again, hearts were seldom rational. All she knew was what she felt. She loved this man with a depth of emotion she had never known before.
How could she not?
He had given her more than anyone else she'd ever known. He listened to her. He cared for her.
She had actually tamed him. At least partially. When they had met, he had never known a woman's touch. He'd been wild and feral.
Now he was tender with her. He took care of her.
And she wanted to take care of him.
Marguerite threw her head back as she came again. She shook all over from the intensity of her pleasure mixed with her volatile emotions.
He can never be yours....
No, Wren Tigarian could never belong to Marguerite D'Aubert Goudeau. In her blue-blood, plastic world of conformity, he would always stand out.
But she was no longer Marguerite D'Aubert Goudeau, at least not entirely.
She was Maggie Goudeau.
Human.
Tigress.
And she wanted Wren Tigarian as her own. She just had to convince three very stubborn Fates that she was a beast to be reckoned with. One who was more than willing to fight for this man.