Page 59 of Scout’s Honor

Quickly, he did his business, so he could get back to his beautiful Bonhi. He trimmed his beard and mustache, showered, then pulled on his good prosthesis and a pair of sweatpants.

He opened the door. Bonhi still sat on the couch, but the laptop had moved to the table. She looked back to smile at him. He went to her, standing behind the couch, and moved her hair to one side.

Her blue glow pulsed at her shoulder. He’d never thought of claiming a woman before, but he felt the urgent need to take this woman as his own. He bent to kiss her neck. She caressed his head and neck, welcoming him. He nuzzled her, scraping his teeth against her skin, kissing her dainty ears, and pulling her hair through his fingers.

“Yes,” she murmured, giving him consent to pleasure her, but his jaguar entertained primal thoughts of more.

Dallas stripped his sweatpants off, then hopped over the couch and gathered Bonhi into his arms. He kissed her like she was the only woman he’d ever kiss again, a low purr idling in his throat.

He maneuvered to sitting and pulled Bonhi onto his lap facing him. She wore only a silky robe, and when it fell open, her naked body was on full display.

“Fuuucccckkkk,” he drawled, taking her in—her curves, her softness, her beauty, her perfection. At that moment, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, scenting like a sultry storm over a sensual ocean.

He pulled her up against his cock, drawing her right up on top of it. She grasped it with both hands, and he grit his teeth against the pleasure. He kissed her, disentangling her from him, and then he turned her around, so she was on his lap facing the same way he was. He pulled her up onto his belly, then she slipped down perfectly, exactly so the tip of his cock pressed ever so slightly inside her.

He covered her clit with the palm of his hand and thrust gently, never letting more than the head of his cock inside her, while he kissed her neck, his eyes on one spot. She cried out, and her hands roamed his body, everywhere she could reach.

Dallas turned Bonhi over, so she was kneeling on the couch, and he knelt over her, again pressing the head of his cock forward. “Yes, Dallas,” she murmured, giving her consent, urging him on, arching into him, her plump lower lips firm against his cock.

He wound her hair around his wrist and bent her neck with his hand, positioning himself perfectly, grazing her shoulder with his teeth. She arched for him, whispering, “Yes, yes.”

Dallas struck, with canines grown far too big for his mouth. He thrust at the same time, tasting his mate’s blood on his tongue for the first time, feeling seemingly endless pleasure with the pride and bliss of the moment: he had a fated mate, and he’d claimed her. Primal instincts of providing for her and their children prodded him, making him growl.

Bonhi screamed, back arching, shaking, and coming all over him. He thrust deeply, his orgasm looming, kissing the spot he’d bitten, whispering, “Mine, you’re mine, and I’m yours. Fate has finally favored me.” He thrust hard, stiffened, and spilled hot cum inside his mate, pleasure coursing through him again and again, until he was wrung dry. He relaxed onto the couch, holding Bonhi in his arms. She nestled against him, her breath returning to normal.

“I thought you didn’t come from penetration,” he teased.

“That’s a first,” she said, curling to look back at him, her expression shocked. Her hand went to her shoulder and she looked at it, as if expecting blood. “Did you …bite me?”

“I claimed you.”

“Claim… meaning?”

“You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.”

“Is it magic?” she asked, trying to look at her shoulder.

Her scent was still stormy, but it held a sweetness Dallas had never noticed before, like saltwater taffy on a seaside boardwalk. He ran his thumb over the unmarred skin that his teeth had penetrated.

“It must be,” he said. “I didn’t know what to expect. I’ve never considered claiming a woman before.”

“Will we get married?” Bonhi asked, her voice soft and awed.

Dallas stood, and pulled her toward the bed, saying, “Definitely. I'll ask you when I figure out a way to make it special.”

“I’m still going to be a lawyer,” she said softly.

“Of course. I’m sure ‘The Cause’ could use a good lawyer.”

They got ready for bed without speaking again, and when Bonhi climbed under the covers, Dallas followed her, tucking her into his body as the little spoon, until he was certain she was asleep, then he forced himself to rise and took up a position where he could see her and both doors to the room.

Dallas watched over Bonhi while she slept, his mind worrying over the problem of how he could keep her safe forever.

30—Stolen

Bonhi sat strapped into her airplane seat, cruising at 30,000 feet, with Dallas asleep beside her again. The man could sleep anywhere, especially when he’d stayed up all night. She touched the spot where her shoulder met her neck, feeling no bite or scar, but a definite something, like a little energetic promise nestled seamlessly in the tissues there—something more binding than any ring.

For once, Bonhi didn’t get out her laptop. For the first time in a long time, she just sat and… existed. She was claimed. She was a claimed woman. She was a claimed witch who couldn’t do magic. So was she even a witch? The only thing Bonhi was sure of, was that she was a lawyer… and that she was all the way in love with Dallas Matteo.