The Commander's Mate by Morganna Williams Page B

told you this before, little fire.”
    “I didn’t understand. I thought I was just filling a need,” she said softly.
    “You are filling a need. A need for you.” Grayson cupped her chin for his kiss. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, rather one expressing his love for her. “I told you a mate is a rare treasure to be cherished and protected. Never taken for granted.”
    Women throughout the little diner sighed at the sight of his obvious devotion.
    Grayson lowered Izzy to her feet and took her hand. “Come, little fire, let’s go home.”
    Without another word to anyone he led her from the diner.
     
    * * *
     
    Once back in their bedroom, Grayson undressed her hurriedly and lay her on the bed while he dealt with his own clothing. Izzy watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, suddenly more desperate for his touch than ever before.
    Her brow wrinkled in confusion when he sat down on the edge of the bed instead of coming down over her body.
    Grayson held his hand out to her. “Come, little fire. It is time for you to truly submit.”
    A flush filled her as Izzy placed her hand in his, lying across his strong thighs as he guided her into position.
    Izzy felt something deep within her crack open and release as she found the joy and freedom in submitting her entire being to her mate. He would care for her and never hurt her.
     
    * * *
     
    Grayson felt his heart lodge in his throat at the sight of her submission freely given. In the past, she hadn’t submitted to him by choice; it was taken by him as his due as her mate. Grayson recognized it as the gift it was. This would complete their mating bond and strengthen them as a couple.
    He skimmed his hand lightly over her upturned bottom, enjoying the little wriggles of response she couldn’t seem to restrain. She parted her legs for him, in invitation.
    Grayson laughed as he began to pepper her bottom with lightly stinging slaps in response to her teasing. As the sting in her bottom grew, he stopped periodically to rub her reddened skin, occasionally just letting his fingers graze her tender moist folds.
    Isabella began to writhe over his lap, lifting her hips to meet every slap and soon she was begging him for more. “Harder… oh, Grayson… please… more… harder…”
    Soon his palm was falling in a strong and steady rhythm. He tilted her farther over his lap and his hand began to land just over the edge of her weeping slit until suddenly Izzy stiffened and shuddered in completion over his knee.
    Grayson smiled and immediately drove two fingers deep inside, reveling in the contraction of her sheath around them. He began a forceful rhythm, thrusting deep and hard as he brought her to the peak and shot her over the edge once again.
    Flipping Izzy to her back on the bed, Grayson pressed his face between her quivering thighs, replacing his fingers with his ruthless tongue. He gave her no respite from pleasure, his thumb stroking across her throbbing clit as he moved his tongue quickly in and out of her spasming sheath.
    She began to grind up against his face as her body neared completion once again; just inserting the tip of his finger into her bottom sent her flying once again.
    Grayson was up over her before Izzy had a chance to come completely down to earth; he held her thighs high and wide as he thrust inside hard, bottoming out as he came to the end of her. Isabella whimpered and begged as he began pounding in and out of her almost immediately. He took her hard and fast until she was screaming hoarsely in release.
    He paused, letting her come back to him before starting all over again.
     
    * * *
     
    Izzy lost count of the number of orgasms he gave her as his body labored over hers, love filling her heart as she took everything he wanted to give.
    Grayson pulled out for a moment and grabbed something out of the side table. Izzy felt like a pool of liquid as she looked at the formidable-looking butt plug. He turned her to her stomach and lifted her to her knees with her