Chapter Twenty-Three
Wade sensed a change in Adalyn instantly. She had gone from tired and lethargic to supercharged in the blink of an eye. He’d never seen someone recover so quickly from an energy drain. But it was more than that, the mating pull had never been stronger. It was as if her wolf was summoning his to complete the bond.
“Let’s get you back to your room.”
“Yes.”
He’d expected her to push him away, like she had earlier. What he hadn’t expected was for her to lean into him and wrap her arm around his waist. His heart shouldn’t have sped up at the prospect of her still wanting him, but it did. He knew he should walk away and never look back. It’s what Odin would demand of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Every fiber of his being was drawn to her, pulling him over a dark and dangerous cliff. One which seemed unavoidable.
God, he needed to stop this insanity.
Before he could put any distance between the two of them, Adalyn pushed him against the wall. Stretching on to her tiptoes, her mouth crashed into his.
Needy, hungry.
He could smell her desire as her body arched against him. Her nipples pebbled against his chest, and he wished his tongue was running over them, teasing them.
He could no more deny her of her need than he could deny himself of his next breath. He’d been silly to fight it, really. She was his fated mate, created for him and him alone, should he believe in the myth of the Fates. In this, Wade was inclined to believe the Fates had finally listened to his prayers, his desperate pleas for a mate.
Her scent surrounded every part of his body and mind. His wolf yearned to claim what was rightfully his. He palmed her ass, lifting her off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Adalyn tilted her head back and moaned when his length pressed against her core.
He kicked her door open, carrying her to the bed as he kissed her with more passion than he’d ever felt for another individual.
He wanted her naked and writhing under him.
As if she’d read his mind, she pulled her shirt over her head in one quick motion.
His eyes landed on the lacey black bra hidden beneath. A dainty little bow smack dab in the middle seemed fitting for the reveal. It was almost as if her breasts had been gift-wrapped for his viewing pleasure.
Quicker than he would have liked, Adalyn tossed the bra to the floor. Even though he loved how it looked against her skin, it was hardly a loss at all, considering her rosy pink nipples seemed to beg for his attention. He dipped his head, closing his lips over one of the hardened buds, flicking his tongue back and forth, teasing then retreating.
Her fingers burrowed into his hair, tugging his head toward her other breast. His heart jackhammered as the sexiest moan he’d ever heard escaped her mouth.
“I need to taste more of you,” he growled, slipping one hand beneath her pants. Adalyn’s body arched into him as his fingers found her core. He slipped a finger into her and damn near came in his jeans.
“So fucking tight. So wet, for me!”
“I need more,” Adalyn begged.
“I’ll take care of you,” Wade promised, and he would. It no longer mattered that a mating between the two of them was wrong. He didn’t care what Odin might say or do to punish him. Adalyn was his mate, and he would fight for her. For them.
Wade pulled back to divest Adalyn of her pants and to ditch his own clothes. He pushed any and all thoughts of why he shouldn’t do this out of his mind and lowered her to the bed. Crawling between her legs. He slowly worked his way up, pausing to nibble on her calves and thighs…something he never tired of. The anticipation of reaching his destination made his wolf howl in his mind.
“What are you—”
Her question cut off mid-sentence as he flattened his tongue and pressed it against her clit.
She arched off the bed. The luscious curve in her back lifted her to the perfect height for what he wanted to do and the erotic image of his mate in said position would last a lifetime.
Fuck!
He’d never seen a lovelier sight in all his years of roaming the Earth. The way the light danced off of her creamy skin, her hair fanning out around her. Picturesque.
“You taste like candy. So sweet, so good.” He flicked his tongue up and down.
“Oh, goddess! Wade!”
He grabbed her hips, tighter than he probably should have, diving deep into her wetness with his tongue. In and out. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Fucking her tight channel, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock. The thought of mounting her and finally feeling her feminine walls spasming around his length nearly drove him over the edge.
