WARNING!
I've been asked by a company I work for to change the name of this story to adapt better to their app. I've only ever done this once or twice and I would prefer not to, but that's okay! I've done my best to make a fitting cover and title anyways.

I'll be officially changing the title and cover by chapter 27 to reduce as much confusion as possible.

I apologies about this! Thank you for understanding (:

Word Count: 2396

~Kiva

He's my mate.

I know what that means. And yet in this moment, that reality feels miles away.

How could I think of anything other than Ark's lips pressed against mine, the way his strong body presses me toward the bed?

I want him so badly it hurts, and knowing who he really is, who he is truly aligned with only makes this more exhilarating.

I've been desperate for him for weeks. And finally, he's giving me a piece of himself.

With his hands on my hips, he twists me around, pushing me away gently. I stumble back a few steps, watching him sit casually on the bed facing me.

My fingers brush against my lips, where his once were. By the raw, burning desire in his eyes, I know he isn't done with me yet.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask breathlessly.

My entire body hums with excitement. It tugs at my patience, leaving me to consider whether I should jump on him right now and get to what he and I are both desperate for.

I don't want to rush this though. I want to enjoy everything he has planned for.

His fingers link in front of him, forearms resting on his thighs as he stares me down. "I'm going to punish you."

"Punish me?" A gasp catches in my throat.

When he says that, I don't think he means punishment like in training.

"Pull your pants down and lay over my knee," he instructs calmly.

My fingers tremble as I hasten to unbutton my pants. Ark watches with a dark gaze, tracking movements as I draw them off, stepping out of them.

Each step toward him feels laden with possibility. Anticipation drums at my skin, as I stand before him.

He doesn't touch me. He just nods at his lap.

Summoning a breath, I lay over it. He adjusts me until I'm exactly where he wants me, and then his hand lands hard on my ass.

I yelp, jolting forward, but his arm keeps me in place.

Pleasure and pain melt together as the sting subsides.

"This is for breaking out of this place. To meet with your mate. Well I'm your fucking mate," he growls.

Another slap. I don't flinch this time. In fact, I push back into his touch as he gently rubs where he hit.

It feels good. Too good.

"The first time you disobeyed me I wanted to do this. I wanted it to hurt, for you to finally learn your lesson," he mutters, more to himself than me, but I enjoy hearing his silken voice.

He spanks me a few more times until the pain is replaced entirely by an all-consuming pleasure. I'm not even angry...I want him too badly.

He rests his hand where the pain slowly subsides. My breath is harsh, fighting to control myself as I tremble on his lap.

His fingers trail down from my backside to my thighs, and then between them. I clutch the bed as he pulls my panties aside before sinking two fingers into me.

I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut as I push back against him. His arm holds me tight, stopping me from moving.

"I have sat outside that door and spent countless hours convincing myself that I shouldn't come into your room," he breathes. He just holds his fingers inside me, not moving, and no matter how much I squirm, he doesn't indulge me.

"I spent every minute of those long nights trying not to imagine what you looked like unclothed, what you would look like with me inside you." He gently runs his other hand down the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair.

He really is punishing me. No, he's torturing me.

"I'm tired. I have no fight left in me, Kiva," he breathes.

Neither do I. I'm tired of running, of fearing everything and everyone. I want to be sure about something, and right now, I'm sure I want him to start moving his fingers.

"The thought of what I want to do to you has kept me company through those nights. I'm done with imagining," he continues, twisting his fingers ever-so-slightly.

Pleasure shudders through me to the point I'm left to dig my teeth into my lower lip to keep from moaning.

I don't want to give him that satisfaction yet.

He leans down to whisper in my ear. "I know it's wrong, to want you this desperately. But I'm done holding back."

Right before I'm ready to start begging, he slowly starts to move his fingers.

I exhale in one long breath, the feeling of pure euphoria encompassing my body, relieving the pain of anticipation, of having to wait for this for so long.

It doesn't take long for my orgasm to build up. It's been months now since I've had one, and now, my body is begging for that wonderful, beautiful release.

Ark's grip on me tightens as I push back into his hand, chasing that incoming high.

I can't see his face, but I know exactly what look is one that stunning face of his. "Huh? What was that? You want to cum?"

"Yes...please," I grit out, wanting more than the slow, purposeful movement of his fingers as they thrust inside me. He's acting like he has all night to torture me.

"See, you've been sneaking out, disobeying me. You don't deserve to cum," he taunts lowly, his hand stopping it's movements.

I gasp out, frustration digging beneath my skin as the feeling of my release slowly ebbs away.

I'm not sure what curses flow past my lips, but they aren't something that would usually come from a Princesses mouth. Ark even has the audacity to laugh a little.

"You can say all you want pretty girl but no one is going to help you cum but me, so you better beg."

I don't want to let him know he's won, that he's gotten control of me, and I'm ready to hand myself over to him completely, but there is nothing more I want than for him to be inside me right now.

"Please, I'll do anything," I hiss, digging my fingers into his legs as he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of me, knowing it's not going to be enough for me to fall over the edge.

"Anything huh?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

I nod desperately.

Drawing his fingers out of me in one swift movement, he pulls me off his lap before pushing me back down onto the bed, replacing where he sat.

My mouth dries just looking at him.

How can he be so beautiful? He's pure sin, so deliciously tempting I don't want to waste another minute not touching him.

Sitting up, I reach for his pants, tugging him closer to me. He let's me, staring down at me wordlessly as I unbutton them.

His hand rests on mine before I can reach in to grab him out of his pants. "Take your top off for me."

I oblige him, not stopping until all my clothes are on the floor. He shrugs his jacket off, and then his shirt, revealing the muscled planes of his chest and abdomen. I note the tattoo's, the few scars scattered about.

My body trembles as I slide back on the bed, lying down completely.

"This is going to be hard and fast. Next time if you behave, I'll make love to you," he tells me roughly, tilting his head.

I smother my smile behind my hands, covering my face. I can hear him rid of the rest of his clothing, and when I look back up at him, I nearly faint at the size of him.

He looks down at me, eyes burning with cold fire. The dim lamp light casts deep shadows across his menacing face, and for a fleeting second I'm scared.

Not because I don't want him to fuck me. I do, desperately...

But my aching backside and trembling body from a lack of orgasm is a reminder of what he is capable of doing to me, and now all I'm able to do is take the pleasure and hope I don't implode.

"You ready?" He asks breathlessly.

It's my chance to back out, if it's too much. He's merciless in everything he does, but this is a gentle nudge for me to remember I can tell him it's too much at any time.

I nod, unable to form coherent words any more.

He smirks, pure wickedness.

Gripping my hips tightly, he presses into me in one hard thrust.

My back arches off the bed, fingers digging into the sheets as I feel the entirety of his impressive length inside me. The overwhelming pleasure is edged with pain, although he doesn't move, allowing me to adjust.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, running his hand down from my chest, between my breasts and down my stomach. He pauses at the centre of me, thumb pressing down onto my clit.

A gasp chokes in my throat as he gently rolls his thumb around, waiting for my body to adjust, to ready itself for what he has planned.

"It's too much," I gasp out. My body sings with so much pleasure I feel like I'm going to explode. How can I take more of this?

Ark leans down, never releasing my clit from his torment. My eyes flutter closed as his breath brushes against my ear.

"You've felt nothing yet," he growls.

And with that, he pulls back and thrusts into me again with such force I move a few inches back on the bed.

The moan that escapes me is nearly a scream as he falls into a steady, punishing rhythm.

It feels too good, almost too much. A euphoric kind of pleasure shatters through me as I grip my hands in his hair, legs wrapped around his waist.

"Tell me you're mine. Tell me you belong to me," he growls in my ear. The bite of his command is accompanied by an especially hard thrust that has my toes curling.

"I belong to you," I gasp out, feeling him adjust my leg up so he can thrust even deeper. The angle causes my back to arch, a moan catching in my throat.

He leans back a little as he laughs softly, the pace never slowing. "Yeah you do."

My eyes squeeze closed, colours dancing in my vision as he moves even harder, hips pressing against mine.

I'm caught between the pleasure being too much and wanting more as he continues his punishing pace, thumb still circling my clit steadily, while his other hand reaches up to me.

My eyes widen as his fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing tight. I can still breathe, but barely, as he holds my gaze.

For a fleeting moment I'm scared, but the pleasure of being at his mercy, the breathlessness feeding into my nearing release, sates that fear quickly.

I knew Ark would be like this.

He's rough and dangerous, so of course he fucks like he is. But this is beyond anything I could have hoped for...

He fucks me mercilessly, like he owns me, like I mean nothing and everything to him at the same time.

My orgasm crests quickly, sharply, chased on by fear and exhilaration.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Take it."

And I do, a powerful climax taking my body, wrecking it entirely. The pleasure is too much, as Ark thrusts harder, drawing out the euphoria until it's tinged with pain.

He lets go of my neck, holding my waist in his tight grip as he presses his hips into mine. He's seated as deep as possible within me as he finds his release also.

Exhaustion sweeps over my entire body as Ark gently pulls out and away.

All I can do is lay still as I hear him get up. For a second I fear he's going to leave the room, done with me.

I hear the faucet run from the bathroom, and he promptly returns with a wash cloth in his hands.

"Would you like me to help you, or would you rather do it?" He asks softly.

I just stare at him blankly for a second. I've only ever slept with Louis, and he never helped clean me up. Most nights I would wait till he leaves before rushing to clean him off me.

Ark went from a ruthless lover to gentle and sweet in a second.

I hold my hand out mutely, not sure if I want him to inspect me right now. It's stupid, considering what he just did to me...

"How are you feeling?"

I gently clean myself up, trying not to squirm as he watches me. "I'm good. That was..."

"I hope it wasn't too much," he says quickly, concern touching his expression.

I shake my head, biting my lip to hide my smile. "It was great. And thank you for putting warm water on this cloth, by the way."

He smiles a little, relieved.

I've spent the past few months wanting Ark to look at me like this. Who he is doesn't matter. Not when he gazes at me like he's deeply in love with me.

"You need some rest. That was a lot."

I nod, crawling back into the bed and under the sheets. I half expect Ark to walk from the room, but I'm surprised as he slides into bed beside me, tugging me against him.

The warmth of him envelops me. We can talk about the reality of our mate bond tomorrow.

For now, I just want this....bliss.

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