"Then mate me, Drake Morgan," she breathed as his lips crashed down on hers.

"I'm demanding," he warned.

"And grumpy," she added as he scooped her up in his arms.

"I like control," he continued. "And I know you only want that inside the bedroom. I accept that fully."

"I faithfully give you control over me, but only when I am on my knees before you," she vowed, resting her forehead against the crook of his neck. Her fingers tangled in his long, corkscrew curls as he marched toward his home... their home. Tessa was finally going to be his.

He didn't set her down until they entered his room. The need inside his body was a full-on raging inferno. It'd been a long time since he had a woman in his bed, but this was different. This was his mating.

"Undress," he ordered. "I want to see what's mine."

Tessa kicked off her shoes and socks, standing from the bed to remove her top. Drake's eyes roamed her body as she shimmied out of her track pants. She wore a white lace bra with matching panties. The bra cupped her breasts enough for them to swell over the material. He wanted nothing more than to use his claws to shred them, but he wouldn't. He wanted her to prove she was willing to give him every part of herself.

Tessa didn't hesitate as she unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. She bent at the waist and removed her panties, standing up straight to hold them out to the side before letting go. The sheer material drifted to the floor with the weight of a feather.

"Beautiful," he said in awe.

"Thank you...Sir," she replied, taking a knee. She was slow on her descent, but when her second knee landed, he knew she was destined to be his. Drake's heart burst open when she rested on the back of her legs.

Drake removed his shirt and walked to Tessa's left side, resting his hand on her shoulder "What are your hard limits?"

"No belts." She paused to take a deep breath. Drake knew she was reliving her time with Bradley, and he was going to do everything in his power to wipe that motherfucker from her mind. "No fists...of any kind. No fire. No blades."

"What are you safewords?" he continued, taking a moment to run his big palm over her soft hair. He wanted to braid it for their mating. It was long enough he could still wrap it around his hand as he mounted her from behind.

"Red, yellow, green," she stated, not moving from her place. It broke his heart that she had that training, not from a good Dom, but from years of abuse.

"I want to braid your hair," he told her. On her nod, Drake laid his palm on top of her head, directing her to bow. She complied without complaint and waited patiently for him to twist the hair as he preferred. He kept a hair tie on his side table for his own hair and used that to bind the ends of her braid.

"Are you wet for me already, Tessa?" he asked as he finished. Drake used his index finger to lift her face, and what he saw there undid him.

Trust.

"Yes, Sir," she smiled.

Drake held out his hand and waited for Tessa to take it. When she did, he helped her to her feet and spun her around so quickly, she gasped.

"Bend over the bed," he ordered as he pressed his palm to the spot between her shoulder blades. Tessa moaned so lightly she probably didn't think he noticed, but he did, and the sound was like music to his ears.

Drake knelt behind her and ran his hand over her thighs. Her pussy was right at mouth level, and the sight before him made his mouth water. He tightened his hold on her hips and ran his tongue over her clit, stopping to nibble at her folds. "I've had one taste, and I'm already addicted."

Tessa's thighs quivered with each slow pass of his tongue. Her moans of pleasure increased as he continued.

Her breathing increased, and he released her, smiling when she let out a vicious curse.

"On your back, mate," he ordered.

Tessa climbed on the bed and rested her head on one of the pillows. Drake removed his jeans and joined her. She groaned out in frustration when he laid down next to her. A smirk formed on his lips when she closed her eyes. "I will mount you when you are primed for me."

"Yes, Sir," she breathed out.

Drake kissed her hard, his hand sliding between her legs. His fingers danced across her pussy, pulling back when she lifted her hips in a silent plea for release.

"The more you demand of me, the slower I will go," he warned.

Tessa nodded and squinted her eyes. She was trying, and he loved watching her need build. The blush to her pale cheeks mesmerized him. He wanted to taste every inch of her body. It didn't matter if he took all night to find his release. Making sure Tessa was satisfied was his top priority.

"Touch me, Tessa," he ordered.

"Do you like that?" Drake's eyes roamed Tessa's body. Her nipples were tight, pink buds, and he grasped the outside of one of her thick thighs. He knew he should just give her what she wanted, but making his mate squirm from the delayed satisfaction turned him on. He was a patient man when it came right down to it and could hold out for a while. Oh, he would eventually satisfy her, but for now, she would have to wait for release.

"Yes, yes, I do, Sir," she whimpered.

"I've waited forever to find you, my mate."

Drake climbed between her legs and Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck. Their eyes were on each other as he pushed his cock against her. The moment they connected, he felt his world right itself. He moved slowly, allowing her to adjust to him. Tessa threw her legs over his hips and accepted the kiss he gave her as he increased his thrusts.

"You cannot come until I bite you," he ordered.

"Yes, Sir," she answered with a smile, and those two words were all he needed to hear.

He'd found his true mate, and she was everything he'd hoped she would be.