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“What if, after you get to know me better, you realize I’m going to drive you crazy with my grab bag of quirks? Because I’ve got lots. Would you reject me then?”
“Of all possible mates, fate chose you for me. Made me wait fifteen years for you. I already know you’re exactly right for me. I promise you, now and always, I will never reject you.”
“Then…would you walk me to my room and kiss me goodnight?”
“It would be my honor and pleasure.” Shifting my hand to the small of her back, I guide her down the darkened hall, my cock hardening more with each moment I feel her warmth beneath my palm.
At her bedroom door, she faces me and gently curls her hands around the front edges of my robe. “I like you.” Color rises on her cheeks as she slips her fingers beneath the fabric and through the short fur of my chest. “And you know I’m attracted to you.”
“Both good things and feelings I share,” I say, wrapping my arms around her snugly enough for my cock to make itself known against her belly.
“But everything about this is new to me, and it’s all happening so fast. I have a lot to think about before I do something that will permanently affect both our futures.”
“I understand. And I’m grateful you’re willing to take some time before you decide.”
“Is there a line I should know about? A limit to how far things can go between us before the mate bond kicks in officially? If we kiss, are we sealing it? Or if we have sex, if that’s even possible, is that what makes it final? I would hate to hurt you later because I got caught up in the heat of the moment, and unknowingly committed to more than I’m aware of.”
Whether she’s ready to admit it yet or not, she is my perfect one. She’s willing to sacrifice pleasures she obviously wants if that pleasure would make my future painful. Fate chose well.
“Whether we enjoy each other sexually or never share a kiss, we’re already mates. We will be until the end of our lives, unless you break your bond.”
Her lips part as she blinks up at me. “Then…kiss me. Not a goodnight kiss. The kiss you’d give me if it were the only kiss we’d ever share.”
Desire to please my mate roars to life inside me. Sliding my hands up her back, I find the end of her braid and tug the elastic away. Her hair is damp around my fingers as I thread my fingers through it and let it sift free. “Beautiful.” I lean down and press my nose to her crown, breathing in the floral scent of her shampoo. “Lovely, but nothing compares to the scent of your arousal.”
A soft gasp rises between us, then a sharper one when I wrap her long locks around my hand and gently tug, causing her head to tip back.
“Are you sure you want me to kiss you as if I only have one chance?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “God, yes.”
“Then I hope you aren’t in a hurry to sleep.” Angling above her, I inhale the scent of her skin, of her breath, then seal my wide mouth to her smaller, softer one.
She opens for me instantly, welcoming my tongue with a moan that drives me to kiss her deeper, harder. The tip of her small tongue touches mine, igniting sparks that race straight to my cock. Soft, breathy sounds rise to my ears like sweet, sexy music. And the taste of her—gods, the taste of her. One kiss will never be enough.
Inside my robe, her hands glide over my chest, up to my shoulders, then down to my abdomen, as far as our position allows. Close enough to feel the head of my cock where it protrudes above the level of the robe’s belt.
She gasps again, whispering against my mouth, “I know I told you to kiss me, but can I see you?”
“You can have whatever you want, Natalie. In all ways, for all things, I’m yours.” Releasing her hair, I ease back to give her full access to do whatever she wishes.
Looking up at me with glassy eyes, she unties my robe and slides it off my shoulders. “I—” Whatever words she thought to say morph into a choked gurgling sound as her gaze travels over my naked form. “You’re huge. Everywhere. So, so, huge.”
Pride at impressing my mate brings my bullish nature to the forefront. A loud, assertive huff pushes from me, my hooves scrape against the floor, and my tail swishes like a flag in the wind. And my cock—it juts tall and hard, the wide, bulbous head shiny from the milky precum beading out.
I step closer, cup her face in one hand while cradling the back of her head with the other. Then I taste her lips again, teasing them apart with my tongue.
She melts beneath me, her body pressing to mine as her hands explore my fur-covered muscles, my waist, then, finally, my cock. Her fingers curve around the shaft—both hands, the tips barely meeting.
I groan into her mouth as she strokes me, and when she drags one fingertip through my leaking slit, the groan turns into a near-feral growl. I break our kiss, capture her tiny wrist, and draw her hand up between us. “Taste,” I say, guiding her finger to her lips.
Her tongue peeks out first, tentatively obeying. Her eyes open wide, then she sucks her fingertip between her lips, humming until her finger pops free. “It’s sweet.” A laugh bubbles up from her glistening lips. “If all men tasted like you, there’d be no more complaints about not getting enough blowjobs.” She lowers her gaze to my cock. “Though I don’t think giving you one is within the realm of possibility for me.”
I tip her chin up so our eyes meet. “There are many other ways we can enjoy each other.”
Holding my gaze, she releases the tie at her waist, slides the robe off, then brings my hands to her bared skin. “Show me.”
Nine
