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RIKER
Riker cut off any words she might have spoken by pressing his lips firmly against hers, not wanting to hear any doubts or denials. They may have different backgrounds and beliefs, but he was now convinced they were mates, bound together by something far older than shifters or fae, and nothing would change that.
As their lips molded together, a jolt of electricity surged through his veins. The taste of her, a subtle mix of sweetness and defiance, ignited a kind of primitive wildfire within him. Riker deepened the kiss, pouring every ounce of his possessiveness and longing into it.
Catalina's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into tight fists, pulling him closer. A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled by the intensity of their connection. With each passing second, the doubts and insecurities that were clouding her mind seemed to at least begin to dissipate.
Pulling away, he breathed heavily, his forehead resting against hers. Their breaths mingled in the heated space between them. "You feel it too, don't you? The pull." His voice was husky with desire, tinged with the unspoken promise of pleasure that they both knew lay ahead.
She nodded; her eyes glazed over with raw hunger. "I don't know what this is," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
A flicker of frustration washed over him as he heard her half-hearted protest. The mating bond demanded surrender—a surrender that Catalina seemed hesitant to give. "The connection; it’s something we can't fight. You are mine, and I am yours."
Catalina's eyes searched his for any sign of doubt or deception. Finding none, she exhaled softly, releasing the tension in her body as she smiled. "I want to believe you," she confessed, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips. “God, Phoenix is never going to let me live this down. I gave her such shit over Griff.”
Cradling her face in his hands, Riker chuckled and looked deep into her eyes. "There is no other reason for the way we're feeling right now. You didn't want to like me, and I sure as hell didn’t want to like you, but I think the bond between us forced us to see each other in a different light."
Catalina sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. Her eyes drifted to his lips, and the connection between them was palpable and so, so strong. Sliding his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her against him, he slammed her lips against his own.
This time, their kiss was different; it was intense, and before he knew what was happening, they were pawing at each other, ripping the other’s clothes off and tossing them on the ground. They moved as quickly as possible, the desire between them leading the charge.
“When we were in the tunnel,” he said, “I probably should have used something.”
Catalina laughed. “Shifters can’t get fae pregnant, not unless the fae allows it, and there’s nothing we can give each other that would harm the other, but it’s sweet of you to be concerned.”
Their bodies crashed together in a frenzy of need, a primal hunger that consumed them both. The heat of their passion fueled the flames that licked at their skin, igniting a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path.
As their lips molded and melted against each other, a symphony of moans and sighs filled the air. There was an urgency in their movements, driven by a yearning so powerful it eclipsed all rational thought. Hands roamed, exploring every inch of exposed flesh, igniting sparks that sent shivers down their spines.
He fisted her hair, tugging gently as he claimed her mouth with an unmatched intensity. The taste of her lips, soft and pliant, fed his desire and left him hungry for more. She reciprocated with equal fervency, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer.
They stumbled backward, trying to find balance amidst the chaos of their passion. There was nothing but bare skin and the sweet scent of lust hanging heavy in the air.
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her eyes before being replaced by a kind of resolution. "Yes," she breathed against his mouth, her voice husky with desire. "I want this."
He captured her gaze, burning with an intensity that mirrored his own. "Are you sure?" he whispered against her lips, his voice laced with both desperation and reverence.
"Yes. I need to know where this will take us."
With those words, any remnants of doubt or hesitation vanished into thin air. Their bodies collided once more, fusing together in a dance as old as time itself. Pleasure washed over them in waves. Riker lifted her up and carried her to his bed,laying her down with a certain kind of reverence before joining her there.
Moving down her body, he spread her legs wide, making a place for himself as he lifted each of her legs over his shoulders and put his mouth on her. He kissed her lower lips and flicked her clit in a way that left her gasping. He inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet scent of her arousal that damn near sent him into a primal frenzy.
Lowering his mouth to her sex, he began feasting on her, spearing her with his tongue repeatedly, flattening it out to lap up all of her honey. He ate her the way a bear would dive into a beehive, gorging himself in her sweetness. It coated his tongue, and he thought he might never get enough of her.
Catalina cried out as she came, her body arching up off the bed, going stiff before going limp in his hands. He lifted her legs from his shoulders and rolled up onto his knees, staring down at her and thinking others might see her as a lightning faerie, but he would always see her as some ancient goddess of temptation.
Covering her with his body, he whispered, “Wrap your legs around me, Catalina.”
Smiling, she did as he asked, wrapping her arms around his back, clinging to him, and crying out as he thrust up into her. There was a part of him that wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but he’d done that the first time. This time he wanted to savor her, to give her so much pleasure that she would never doubt they belonged together.
With a primal growl, he thrust into her depths, relishing the tightness that enveloped him. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy coursing through his veins. They were no longer two separate entities, but one entity forged in the flames of desire.
He pulled back and surged forward again, repeating the movement until he’d found a rhythm that seemed new and yet sofamiliar, as if they had always been together. Their bodies moved with an innate synchrony; a harmony born from a longing so profound it transcended mere physicality. They were lost in a world of sensation, where time ceased to exist, and nothing mattered but the pleasure they could bestow upon each other.
Her nails dug into his back, leaving crescent-shaped imprints as she arched against him, desperate for more. Riker gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust deeper, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, drowning out any semblance of rational thought. It was as if they had entered a realm where only their passion mattered, where the only goal was to push each other to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
With every stroke, he could sense her unraveling beneath his body. Catalina trembled, her breath hitching, and Riker knew she was teetering on the edge. He wanted nothing more than to see and feel her come undone, to prove to her that their bodies were completely and perfectly in sync.
