She pressed her marked palm against his. "Then I will mate with you, Dante Pontis."
Dante couldn't breathe as he stared down at her and those blessed words rang in his ears. He should be running for the door. But if he did that, he'd never have sex again.
Sex with only one woman. He was really paying the piper for all the years he'd been tormenting Romeo about being mated.
And yet he couldn't quite muster up true fear. Some hidden part of him liked the idea of Pandora being his.
Lacing his fingers with hers, he walked backward toward the bed, pulling her with him.
He used his powers to turn down the bed and strip their clothes from them before he lay on his back and pulled her over him.
The mating ritual was older than time. It was instinctive to their species and it would bind them for the rest of their lives. The only way to break it would be for one of them to die. Whoever survived the union would then be free to try and find another mate… if there was another one out there.
It was extremely rare for any Were-Hunter, Katagaria or Arcadian, to find a second mate.
Pandora bit her lip in nervous trepidation. All her life, her thoughts and energy had been spent on worrying about the actual act of sex. Since she was promised to a Katagaria pack, she'd never really thought much about ritual mating.
Now she was almost scared as she tried to take Dante into her body. This was a lot more difficult than she would have guessed. Every time she tried to straddle him, his cock went astray.
Dante smiled gently. "Can I help?"
She nodded.
He shifted his hips, then guided her onto him. They both moaned in pleasure as her body took him in all the way to his hilt.
This was it. A man who ought to terrify and repulse her was about to become her mate.
She would have children with him and somehow they would bridge the differences between their cultures and personalities and become the sole physical comfort for each other.
If she had to have a Katagaria lover, she couldn't imagine a better panther to have as her own than Dante.
Pandora could barely think as she felt heat coming from their joined hands that held the mating mark. She moved against him slowly, then spoke the words that would unite them. "I accept you as you are, and I will always hold you close in my heart. I will walk beside you forever."
Dante watched her intently as he felt every inch of her body with his. He'd never thought to have a mate at all and had relegated himself to a future bereft of children. Now the thought of having his own cubs warmed him.
She was his.
A hot, demanding possessiveness unlike anything he'd ever known before tore through him as he watched her ride him slow and easy. Not feral like a pantheress.
Human and yet not. Who would have thought that Dante Pontis could be tamed by such a small creature? And yet her tender touch seared him with a humanity he wouldn't have thought possible.
The beast inside him was calm. No longer searching, it lay at peace as if she fit some part of him he'd never known was missing.
Smiling up at her, he cupped her face with his free hand and repeated the vow back to her.
Pandora moaned at the deepness of his voice until an unexpected pain sliced through her as her canine teeth started to grow.
Pandora hissed. This was the thirio, a need inside both their races that wanted them to bite each other and combine their life forces so that if one died, they both did.
Like the mating ritual itself, the choice of bonding was hers alone to make. Dante could never force it on her.
Nor did he ask it of her now.
True to his words, he left it entirely up to her and only watched her as she rode him.
Pandora kissed the hand that held his mark, then led it to her breast as her orgasm pierced her.
Dante couldn't breathe as his own climax blazed. He roared in satisfaction as his teeth finally began to recede.
It was done now. There was no going back.
They were joined, but not bonded.
Still, she was his.
He reached up to touch the necklace he'd bought for her. She looked beautiful naked in his arms. Her spent body was still wrapped around his.
"Pandora Pontis," he breathed. "Welcome to my pack." With that thought in mind, he pulled the small signet ring off his little finger, wished a spell onto it, then handed it to her.
Pandora studied the antique piece. It was beautiful, with gold filigree surrounding a large sapphire stone where an ornate "DP" was engraved. "What is this?"
"A homing beacon so that wherever you find yourself, you can always come back to me simply by thinking of me."
She scowled at his words. "I don't have those powers."
"I know. It's why I'm giving you the ring. The spell works from my powers and it's unbreakable."
Her lips trembled at his kindness. He'd really meant it when he said she had her freedom. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, she slid the ring onto her left hand. It was a perfect fit. "Thank you."
He inclined his head to her, then pulled her lips to his so that he could give her a passionate kiss.