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“There’s fifteen bedrooms.”
“Fifteen?” My eyes are like saucers.
“Fifteen spare rooms. You can choose one tomorrow. Tonight, you’re with me.”
I gape at him, speechless. What the hell do I say to that?
Apparently, nothing, because Whit takes my astonished silence as a green light to go ahead, sliding over to me and wrapping me in his arms before kissing me with the same heated passion that we had out in the corridor.
With a gentle push, I fall back onto Whit’s mattress and an honest-to-god sex groan escapes my lips.His bed is so comfy—It’s like lying on a cloud.
“I want this room.” I sigh in bliss.
“That can be arranged.”
“To myself.”
“Sorry, no can do, princess.” He grins before dropping down on top of me, covering me like a blanket and kissing me deeply.
I get so absorbed in his kisses that I don’t even notice I’m naked until his icy breath on my exposed flesh is causing goosebumps to rise everywhere he blows.
“Hey!” I complain, but he grins at me without response. His head lowers between my thighs and two seconds later I give precisely zero shits about him stripping my clothes off.
His tongue is magic.
And when he adds his fingers into the mix, I practically scream my release. It’s so fucking embarrassing, I should be able to last longer than thirty seconds—what am I? A teenage boy?
A moment too late I realize that I should have showered, having been with Yas. I try to pull away but Whit stops me. I squirm uncomfortably.
“Stop,” he grumbles.
“But—”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t understand, Yas and I—”
“I do. I can taste him on you and I don’t care. I like it. You’re our mate. It’s to be expected and enjoyed.”
Well, I have no words for that.
Before I can formulate a reply, he’s sliding into me and the only response I have is to gasp at the size of him.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Coming up, princess.”
Whit grins at me and pulls his hips back before slamming into me. The feeling of fullness is delicious, and I grip onto Whit’s shoulders for dear life as he powers into me with relentless force. Fuck. No wonder he’s a god.
Within seconds, minutes or hours—I’m so destroyed by him, I can’t tell—my walls are clamping down around him, spasming a second release, and I’m crying for him to fill me. I don’t even know where those dirty demands come from. All I know is that I want more.
With a growl, Whit’s orgasm chases my own. He collapses down on top of me a moment later, his dick still semi-hard and pulsing his release. I pant, desperately trying to catch my breath even as Whit steals it with kisses which promise round two is imminent. If I can handle it.
Which I definitely can’t.
A yawn escapes me and Whit chuckles, pulling free and disappearing into what I assume is an en suite. He returns a moment later with a cloth for me but when I hold out my hand for it, he bats me aside and cleans me up himself. It’s oddly intimate, and even stranger that I don’t mind.
“I guess I’d better let you get some rest so that we can really christen this bond in the morning,” Whit teases with a sexy grin that makes my insides liquify. Even as I’m yawning and fighting off sleep, my body is humming and fully charged, ready to go again.
Whit chucks the cloth into the hamper and pulls back the covers, helping me into his bed. I blink, surprised. I thought once we had sex he’d kick me out, or at least show me to my own room, but he seems serious about me sharing his bed. I climb in and Whit follows. I expect it to be awkward but he simply tucks us in, wraps me in his arms and kisses me.
As I fall asleep in Whit’s arms I can’t help but think that as far as my fair share of weird and wacky first dates go, this one is definitely at the top of my list now.
But I’m not complaining.
