“I want this, Iver,” she murmurs. “I wantyou.”
My dick gets impossibly harder as she urges my hand into the front of her leggings.Shit, not only is this exercise helping her, but it’s also hot as fuck for me. She’s showing me exactly what she wants. What she needs.
“I want you, too,” I rasp, keeping her hand over mine as I tuck it beneath her panties. “I want you so fucking bad, Chey.”
She presses her lips to mine, moaning against them as I cup her pussy. She’s so warm and wet, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest as I tease a finger against her seam. It’s a far cry from my first time doing this, but I’ve never done it withher, and that makes all the difference. Cheyenne is my dream girl. Mymate. And I want every first with her to be worth remembering.
She seals her lips over mine, deepening our kiss as I circle her clit with the pad of a finger, her responsive body chasing my touch. Trailing down to her entrance, I tease my finger around her opening, pausing to gauge her reaction.
She doesn’t panic.
She doesn’t stop me.
Instead, she moans into my mouth, pushing her hand against mine to show me what she wants. She kisses me harder as I ease a finger inside her, pumping in and out.Fuck, she’s so tight.
I start out gently, working her up before adding a second finger, her inner walls clenching around my digits. She gasps against my lips, her thighs tensing against mine. Then she slowly slackens as I rub the pad of my thumb against her clit, unwinding her until she’s soft and pliant once more.
Her mind is the only thing getting in the way. Her body is completely attuned to mine, responsive to every touch. The slickness of her arousal coats my fingers as I pump them in and out of her tight pussy, thumb still moving against her clit. Chey trails the fingers of her free hand down my chest, my stomach flexing in surprise when she curls them around the waistband of my jeans.
“Chey” I growl as I pull back to look at her, needing her to know I don’t expect her to reciprocate. This is supposed to be abouther.
“I’m in control, right?” she pants.
I chuckle at her ferocity, dipping my chin in a nod of affirmation.
She dips her hand into my jeans as she leans back in, our mouths fusing again as I resume playing with her pussy. Heat licks up my spine as her warm palm wraps around my shaft, fingers tightening in a tentative grip. Then she starts pumping it in her fist, andgoddamn, has a handjob ever felt likethis? Herspeed and pressure alternate as she tests the waters, a groan of pleasure escaping my throat.
We fall into a rhythm together, her hand pumping my cock while my fingers thrust into her tight heat and my thumb teases her clit. Our mouths break apart as we fight for breath, our movements picking up pace as we both rush toward release. Chey whimpers, dropping her face into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing the junction of my shoulder.The exact spot I hope will bear her mark soon.
Her warm breaths fan my skin, her grip tightening around my shaft as I feel her inner walls start to flutter around my digits. She throws her head back on a moan, back arching, chest heaving. Her thighs tremble against mine as she comes undone, and yeah, I’m totally about to come from a handjob because seeing her like this is the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
My hips jerk, all the air rushing from my lungs as I hurtle over the edge of climax, joining her in the throes of bliss. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids while I ride it out, panting to catch my breath as I come back down.
Chey’s amber eyes are bright when they meet mine, her face flushed, lips swollen from our kisses. “I… that was…” she stammers breathlessly.
“You’re perfect,” I growl, kissing the words from her lips. “Mine.”
She smiles as she pulls back to look into my eyes, her own looking fiercer than I’ve ever seen them as she echoes the sentiment. “Mine.”
CHAPTER TEN
the breakthrough
CHEYENNE
It’s embarrassing how quickly I reach for my phone these days when I hear it vibrate. I used to be the type of person who could abandon their phone for days on end without a second thought, but now I’ve always got it on me or somewhere close by, not wanting to miss a single message from Iver. I’m giddy whenever one comes through and I see his name on the screen, my heart beating fast and a wave of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
It doesn’t even matter what the message says. It can be a simple ‘good morning’, a random question, or just some casual comment. No matter the words, the feeling I get is the same– that swoony, smitten warmth that comes from being on the receiving end of his attention. Iver Anderson is the total package; the type of guy who could have anyone. And he’s choosingme.
Well, technically fate chose meforhim, but still. He could’ve turned his back on our bond when he saw my mark or when I told him how I got it. He could’ve walked away when I told him I had issues with being touched or when I panicked after he hugged me. Despite all my damage, he’s chosen to stick it out, patiently helping me work through my issues and building trust.He’s been given so many reasonsnotto choose me, yet over and over, he still has.
And I choose him.
My heart flutters as I swipe up my phone from the side table next to the couch, my lips curving into a smile when I read the message on the screen. Just as I hoped, it’s from Iver. Ninety percent of my messages are these days, with the other ten percent being from Javi or Lo.What can I say? I’m a social butterfly.
Iver
Merge time! When are you coming over? Need me to pick you up?
