A Price for a Princess by R.E. Butler Page B

under him, "You can, Ekho, please."
    "You're injured, still weak."  His lips brushed along my shoulder, his tongue marking a wet path that sizzled like fire on my already flushed skin.
    My mind was shouting at me that if he felt like he was about to lose control then I should listen to him, but my body, new to sex and passion, wanted everything he could give me.  And he was my mate.  If I didn't trust him with my body, then I couldn't trust him with my heart.
    I bucked under him with a moan, "Take me, Ekho, I'm yours.  Please, please."
    His breath heaved in and out as he slowly moved, drawing my hips upwards as he sat behind me.  He spread my legs apart, sliding his warm palms across my flesh, tickling the place between my thigh and my butt with the furry back of his hands.
    His cock rubbed against my folds and he began to push inside me.  He sank into me slowly, his hands wrapped around my hips, and the position allowed him to go so deep.  I let out a small groan when he reached the end of me, certain he'd poked a hole in my lung.
    "You okay, sweet?"  His hands flexed on my hips.
    "Mmm," I shivered, and he ran his palms up my sides and under to my breasts, still sensitive from his earlier teasing.
    His hands returned to my hips and he pulled out of me, the slick length of him leaving me feeling empty as it stopped just at my entrance before sliding equally slowly back inside.  "Hades, you feel so good," he sighed, his slow in and out rhythm flooding my body with warmth.
    By slow degrees, his rhythm increased, until he was pounding into me, the slap of his body against mine accentuating his thrusts.  Faster and faster he moved and as he drove into me, heat pooled in my belly as an orgasm began to bloom.  Ekho had been purring, and slowly it turned into a low growl, rumbling in his chest.  He pushed the breath from my lungs until I was panting, clutching at the fabric beneath me as my body heated further.
    I felt his claws flex out of his hands and my bear growled in approval as he pricked my flesh and sank them into my hips.  Little spasms rocked me as he held me by his claws and growled louder.  I panted out cries of pleasure as he held me tight and took me, wanting to claim the orgasm that coiled inside but having no idea how to do it.
    He curled over me and sank his fangs into the crux of my neck with a throaty growl and I came, my vision blurring as I writhed under him.  My gums ached and I shouted out mindlessly while he dug his fangs further in and continued to thrust into me.
    "Ah," I cried, "I need to bite something!"
    He shoved his arm under my cheek and I bit down on his forearm, the taste of his metallic blood setting off aftershocks of orgasm that made tears leak from my closed eyes as he came, releasing my flesh and roaring to the rafters.
    He collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside my spasming body, breathing hard and shivering.  I growled softly and licked across his arm, catching the blood seeping from the wounds.  I reached a hand up and touched a finger to my teeth and gasped.  I had fangs!
    Ekho pulled out of me and pushed me gently to my back.  "Are you alright?"
    I lifted my lip and showed him.  He ran a fingertip down both fangs and said, "Has that happened before?"
    I shook my head.
    He hummed in his throat, "You've claimed both your mates now.  Maybe you're just that much closer to shifting.  Or maybe my marking you brought out that side.  Can you make them go away?"
    "I don't know how they came in the first place."  I smirked.
    He returned the smirk, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand.  "Feisty kitten.  Mine elongate from their normal length, when I'm hunting or fighting, or horny."  He quirked his brow and I smiled.  "When I was young, I had trouble getting them back to normal if they came out in a fit of anger.  My mother told me that I should think of them like tools, and that when I was done using them, I should put them away.  Relax and