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After a painfully long moment, he follows the others out, saying over his shoulder, "I guess I'll be learning about patrolling with shadow beasts tonight." He's trying to make it a joke, but his voice is a little too high.
I don't envy the man the experience of learning to share his mate while things aren't yet established in our own bond. But then, sometimes things go this way, even with my people. Not often, but sometimes. And the men still learn, even if there's a bit more fighting.
But I'm distracting myself. Perhaps I’m as nervous as Ann is herself.
Forcing myself to turn away from the cave entrance, I stare at her, unsure what to do. Ann is more fragile in so many ways than our own women. I don't know anything about their rules of courting. Yes, she's enjoyed my touch so far, but I don't want to cross any lines, nor break the trust that we've worked so hard to earn.
"Tell me if I do anything you don't like," I emphasize each word.
She gives a hesitant smile, like she's finding it hard to believe I'd do anything to her that she wouldn't like, which I'm glad for. "I will."
I almost ask her how she wants to do this. Does she want me to be slow and gentle, hard and fast? What does my Ann prefer? But I don't speak the words aloud. Instead, I remind myself that this isn't my first time. That I'll be able to tell more from the way she responds to me than from her words.
“Please, just kiss me or something. I’m nervous. You have to take charge.” The words tumble out of her lips, surprising me.
Take charge?That is something I can do.
“Come here.” I brush her hair from her cheek and thread my fingers into her hair to pull her in. The first kiss is a jolt, a shock, and I pull back because it’s so potent. But then she moves in again, and I’m lost in every sensation of her mouth on mine. We kiss over and over again, like before, but not. Both of us know this time where we're going, will not be just more kisses, followed by guilt about Rayne. No, this time she will be my mate. This time, I won't just stop at kissing her. I'll make her mine, and then nothing will separate us.
She makes little sounds and moves in more closely.
I deepen our kiss, listening to her body's every reaction, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth to claim her as my own. Her hand strokes down my chest, tangles into my shirt, pulling me even closer. And for some reason, the more she reaches for me, the more she responds to me, the harder it is for me to control myself.
But I'll fucking control myself, no matter what it costs me.
Every tremble of her body awakens conflicting emotions: the need to mate her quickly, to claim her as my own, and the desire to move slowly, to make her pleasure above all else. The first need is a primal one, a desire that all shadow beasts feel. But the second is just as primal. A shadow beast would rather die than hurt their mate, and I'll be damned if my eagerness takes any pleasure from her.
I move one hand to her lower back, then slowly lie her back, me on top of her. Not yet placing all my weight on her, just following the signs of her body, but still giving her a way out.
Even though I'm pretty sure my cock would explode if I had to stop right now.
She moans low in her throat, and I swallow the sound so that it’s a part of me, a vibration in my belly that goes to my cock. I’m hard, but I need her to be ready. To want and need me, to accept me. Not just because of a prophecy. Not just because Rayne agreed. But because she wantsme.
Her kisses burn me as she grows more and more feverish with desire, and I pull back, drag my lips down her throat, and yank her shirt away to expose her beautiful breasts, the tips hard and pink. She writhes as I take one pebbled peak between my lips, then I suck until her back arches and a moan slips from her lips. She holds my head in place, her breathing ragged. I move to her other breast, lavishing it with my tongue, then cup her breasts, touching, sucking, licking, and thinking about every time I wanted to touch her but couldn't.
It feels like too much. Like a dream come true. Something I don't deserve.
But I don't care.
When I pull away, she whimpers and my cock strains, searching for her. I adjust myself, even though I'm so hard it's painful. Yes, we shadow beasts take care of ourneeds, but I haven't since Ann came along, and my body is sure to remind me of that right now.
Down, you horny bastard! Focus!
Her nails rake across my back, and something snaps inside of me. I have to taste her. I have to be between this woman's thighs, hearing her scream my name. I glide my body down hers kissing and nibbling her skin. Her hands dig into my hair, and she makes sounds, half-frustrated, half-aroused, and for some reason, I love the combination.
I slowly pull her pants and underwear off, tossing them across the cave. Then I stare down at her, fully exposed to my greedy gaze. She's perfect, my fae woman. Wet, beautiful, and open for me. I realize that she's never been more lovely than she is right now, and that’s a feat in itself.
“Phantom.” My name is a plea and I spread her legs apart, settle in between so I can kiss the most sacred part of her body. With the first swipe of my tongue against her she cries out, and I take another, then wait for her to still and push a finger inside her.
There’s nothing so delicious as the taste of her, nothing so exquisite as this woman and her passion. She plunges her fingers into my hair and holds me in place as she brings her hips up, and I use my tongue to tease her clit until she is writhing and crying out, moaning and thrusting against my hand, trying to take my fingers deeper. Her body convulses, throbs around my fingers, and my tongue is inside her now, too. “Phantom, please!” She pulls me away, sits up to unfasten the belt where my weapons are sheathed. I throw my shirt into the corner of the cave and just let myself feel every brush of her hand, every puff of her breath against my skin. It’s only for a minute, but it’s glorious. Divine. Foretelling.
I would chuckle at how excited I’d been, how desperately I’d needed her that I forgot to remove it, but this moment is serious. It’s important to me and I don’t want to risk ruining it by laughing. When she's finally done getting my sword and dagger off, she tosses them aside and then begins unfastening my pants. It only takes her a moment before my pants are open, and then she wraps her hand around my cock.
Instantly, I lose my breath. I’ve known pleasure before, known the touch of a woman, but this is on another level. This is more than attraction. This is soul deep. Part of her is calling out to part of me. It’s visceral. Necessary.
She pumps me over and over again, bringing a growl exploding from my lips. I sit up higher, giving her better access, and then I'm shocked when I feel her breath against the tip of my cock. But shock gives way to utter surprise as her tongue darts out and licks my tip.
"Fuck," I groan, rocking my hips, trying to get her to take my cock deeper.
