Page 43 of Finding His Fox

Nate’s lips were soft and inviting. The warmth of his mouth against mine was pure bliss. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and desire that left me wanting for more.

I released his hands. A low moan escaped from Nate’s lips as I trailed a path of kisses down his body.

Nate’s skin tingled beneath my touch. His breath hitched as I explored every inch of his exposed flesh.

Once I reached the tip of his dick, he gripped the sheets.

I opened a nearby drawer, pulling out lube and a condom. After slipping the rubber on, I worked some lube inside Nate.

Once he was prepped, I entered him. Nate called out my name softly as I pushed in and out of him, finding a rhythm we both liked.

Each time our bodies met, it felt like a fragment of my soul reach out to touch Nate’s. I never felt this way with anyone before.

Then again, Nate wasn’t just anyone. He was my fated mate.

I held Nate close as he cried out and climaxed. I wasn’t far behind. After I came, I collapsed next to Nate in bed.

For a few moments, neither of us said anything, which was fine with me. Eventually, I got up and made a quick trip to the bathroom.

After grabbing a towel, I returned to Nate and cleaned both of us up. While it was tempting to roll in bed with Nate all morning, there was a feast waiting for us downstairs.

I couldn’t let all of Nate’s efforts go to waste.

“Let’s head back to the kitchen. I think the food is still warm,” I said.

We both donned our clothes and returned to the kitchen. I took out plates and cutleries. Nate had found the mugs and poured us coffee.

Soon, we were eating. It turned out I was ravenous after our amorous activities. Between bites, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Nate.

His hair was still slightly tousled from our intimate activities just now. Nate told me what his plans for the day were.

As I savored the last of my waffles, I looked at Nate fondly. I couldn’t imagine a life without him now.

“Thank you for breakfast,” I told Nate.

Nate’s eyes sparkled with affection as he reached across the table, his hand finding mine.

“You’re very welcome,” Nate said. “Besides, it should be me thanking you for yesterday’s rescue.”

“What about you? What are your plans for today?” Nate asked.

I gave his question some thought before answering.

“After breakfast, I’m going to take a shower with you. Then I’ll drive you back home. Maybe I’ll be in my workshop for the rest of the day, finish the project I’m currently working on.”

Nate raised one eyebrow. “Oh, so we’re showering together next, are we?”

“No?” I asked, knowing full well what Nate would say next.

“Yes,” Nate said, beaming up at me.

Chapter 13

Nate

It was Friday evening, and we had just wrapped up another photoshoot in the woods near Cal’s cabin.

We were back at Cal’s place, where he was making us coffee. I was packing up Max’s things and my camera equipment, getting ready to leave for Ian’s for another movie night.