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“You hadn’t kissed anyone before I kissed you, and you’re so good at things in bed, I almost forget?—”
I interrupt her, flushing purple to the pointed tips of my ears. “It’s not that. Or maybe it might be a little bit about that, but I know the basics.” She stares at me, tilting her head, and I can’t read her body language. Does she think I lied about not being with anyone before? Or that I’m lying now? Either would be bad, really bad given the way she’s pulling away. “I read the books my brother brought back from your realm.”
My confession earns me a grin and her pushing her tits against my chest. Yep, I learned the word tits from reading romance.
“You think you know how to please a woman from reading a couple of paperbacks?”
“It was more than a couple. He has a whole hidden stash.” I wrap my wings around her, caging her in and shutting Hudyakis out. The little soul guardian can shove off until this is settled. I breathe in Rosemarie’s sweetness. “I haven’t heard you complaining about my training, only yours.”
“What training?” Her voice goes breathy.
“When you come on my tongue and your runes shine bright enough to blind me.” I run my tail up those soft leggings she wears. “Still want to claim your prize?”
She nods.
“No, love. You’re going to have to tell me out loud. That’s how being a queen works. You give me an order, and I follow it.”
“I’m not a queen.”
“You will be. You’ll be my queen.”
“I can’t, I don’t want to give you orders. I want you to want me as much as I want you.”
“Done.” I pull her closer, cloaking us in shadows so that the green glow of her bracelet is all that lights her face. “Now give the order. I serve at your pleasure. I will stay on my knees with my tongue licking your pussy as long as it pleases you, and I will continue to do that and only that until you’re sure about us being mates.”
“I’m sure. The runes lighting up, your day-walking for a few minutes extra each dawn, this connection between us—the magic is sure. Why can’t you be?”
The rawness of her question, the open honesty of her expression—they slay me. “I am sure. But fulfilling the mating bonds means an unparalleled level up in magic. We’re worried it’ll distract you during the trials.” I don’t add how the real fear is that she’ll regret her choices afterward.
“Distract me? If anything, it might help me. You want certainty? I’m certain you’re out to drive me crazy every time you refuse to let me give you the same pleasure you’ve given me. I felt invisible most of my life until you and Atticus flew into it.”
“We will never let you feel that way again,” I promise. “No matter what you choose.” No matter if she rejects me.
She studies me, and I don’t move, don’t give her a reason to believe I’m lying. Finally, she says, “You made me climb this damn cliff over and over. You made me face my fear. When will you do the same? I choose you, Jace. I did when the runes said we’re mates. Maybe before then. So what do you choose?”
“I love you.” The confession pours out of me, and at the shock in her eyes, I touch her lips before she can say anything. “I don’t need an answer now. Hell, I don’t want an answer now. Let me prove myself as a mate. Let me earn your love. One kiss at a time.” I brush my mouth over hers, keeping my fangs tucked tight behind my lips. “One touch at a time.” I trail the tip of my tail higher, teasing her between her thighs until I’m so hard I swear I might lose my shit and come before we get started. My control snaps, and I let loose a growl. “One fuck at a time.”
“Yes, yes, and please yes.” She leaps onto me, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist.
Her quick, unequivocal claiming of me as a mate rattles me so much that I might as well be a troll or a klutzy orc. Thank the gods for wings. Dropping my mate would be as awful as finding release before she does this first time…or ever.
What if I forget what I read in the books and can’t perform? What if we don’t fit or she decides my body isn’t what she wants? What if we become mates and she leaves me anyway? Worries of all the ways she could change her mind spiral.
Then she’s kissing me, and the only thing I can think about is kissing her back. I could taste her a million times and still crave her flavor on my tongue. She runs her hands over me as if she suffers from the same craving, the same addiction, and I want to believe she needs me, that she needs this as much as I do.
Rosemarie doesn’t shy away from my monstrous bits—the ridges over my nose, the horns along my forehead, the carvings running from my cheekbones to my mouth. She palms my erection as if she desires the etchings and ribbing there beneath my clothes that must have been sculpted for her satisfaction. How could I have been created for anything but this woman? Her teeth bump my fangs in her rush to devour me, and fuck, that’s hot.
“Jace,” she says on a gasp against my lips. “Want you, need you inside me. Now, now, now.”
Hell yeah. This is the kind of order from my queen I’ve waited for my whole life. I’m going to make her love me no matter what it takes.
She tears her mouth from mine, and I almost follow, nearly force her back, but she’s peeling off her shirt to reveal nothing beneath except her perfect tits that I’ve licked, sucked, and damn near nipped the past few nights when edging her toward ecstasy. Learning how to please her has been the most thrilling and delightful agony I’ve ever experienced.
She thinks Atticus and I have driven her mad? She has no idea how much she has tortured me with writhing against me, her moans on my tongue, her climaxes constricting around my fingers, my tail, everything except where I want to feel her come most—on my cock.
“Stop teasing,” she says. Her fingers slip into the waistband of my pants. “I want my prize.”
I don’t bother fighting my grin. All the nights of watching…okay, stalking her, I hadn’t dreamed this might become a reality.
