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“Because we are going to take this slow, I promise not to go below the waist tonight,” he purred.
Ella let out a breathy, “O-Okay?” She was already so turned on, he could’ve suggested anything, and she would’ve been willing to try it.
Mananan lifted his head, his expression serious. “You will tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t like, understand?”
“Yes.” Ella nodded, her heart tripping double time.
His smile returned, wolfish as ever. “Good.”
Ella was swamped in sensation as Mananan pressed his mouth back to her skin. He mapped out her neck and shoulders like he was savoring every part of her. He gently moved and laid her back against the cushions of the couch. He smiled and pulled at the bow of her shirt, tugging it with achingly slow intent. He was undoing her in more ways than one.
“Fuck, your skin is like warm silk,” he murmured against her. Ella couldn’t respond, her brain to mouth function failing her. He pulled open her top and stared at her breasts. Her nipples went hard under the attention and cool breeze.
Mananan kissed the skin between them before sucking one soft curve into his hot mouth. He cupped her other breast with one large hand, his fingers gently tugging and twisting on her nipple.
Ella wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips moving against him of their own accord. She was wet, her pussy almost hurting with the rush of desire. She was past embarrassment as she all but dry humped him.
She wanted him like she’d never wanted anyone. It wasn’t because he was the most gorgeous male she’d ever seen. It was because he was so damn kind and gentle with her. He listened to her, never teased her or tried to tell her she needed to be something that she wasn’t. He wanted her. Just Ella. Nothing more.
Mananan bit down into her breast, and the pleasure and pain of it shot through her core. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked. He ground his hard dick against her, the silk of their clothes making it a sensuous slide of pleasure.
“Oh my god, kiss me, Manan,” she gasped.
His dark hair curtained around them, and his mouth took hers in a kiss that devastated her with a hunger that he couldn’t hide. When his body pressed against her again, heat pulsed wherever he touched. Ella came with lights flashing behind her eyes and a startled cry of his name on her lips.
“Now, that is the sweetest sound I’ve heard in centuries,” Mananan said, stroking the tear off her cheek. “I can’t wait to hear what others I can get you to make.”
“Do you want to… Are you sure you don’t…” Ella couldn’t get the words out.
“Want to fuck you?” Mananan finished for her and chuckled. He ground his cock against her sensitive pussy again. “What do you think? Make no mistake, Marella. I will be fucking you, but it won’t be tonight.”
“What? Why not?” she asked, confused and horny. Her body was still shaking with the small aftershocks of her last orgasm, and it was already insisting on another.
Mananan smoothed the hair back from her face. “Because I am an excellent hunter, Marella. I’m going to tease and taste this sweet little body of yours until you beg me to take you. I’m going to give you what you so badly need and can’t ask for.”
Mananan kissed her hard enough to bruise her lips. His eyes were glowing with power when he pulled back from her. Ella trembled as he brushed his thumb over her swollen bottom lip.
When he spoke again, it was with all the certainty of a vow. “I’m going to make you want me as much as I want you. I’m not going to stop until I have you so completely that you won’t imagine anyone but me touching you ever again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Manan,” Ella whispered. She had no idea what the hell she had just agreed to.
20
Mananan watched Ella sleeping in the middle of his bed. She was wrapped in blankets and didn’t look like she was going to wake any time soon. He slipped into the bathroom, took a shaky breath, and pulled down the side of his pants. Emblazoned on his hip, at the top of his V, was a glowing rune.
A mating rune, his mind corrected. Suddenly the craziness of the last few weeks was starting to make sense. He had been drawn back to her part of the ocean because she was there. His magic had been trying to tell him something, and he had been too dense to figure it out.
The mating rune explained why he was obsessed with keeping Ella safe and was filled with a feral rage when anyone or anything looked at her wrong.
What did he do to deserve a mate? Nothing at all.
In his family, Kynan had been the kind brother, Oberon the responsible one, Taranis the wild and magically talented one. He was the unyielding one. The man cold enough to do the hard jobs. To throw himself into any fight because he only cared about destroying the enemy. He had never cared whether he walked away from any encounter. He had plenty of siblings to carry on the family bloodline and make sure someone suitable took over his kingdom.
The glowing rune on his hip changed everything. He couldn’t be so reckless with his life and have it not affect her.
Mananan knew his own nature. He would go right into possessive and obsessive with Ella. He already wanted to keep her in that room with him forever. To show her all the things her body could feel. She had been shy about her inexperience, but he couldn’t deny the part of him that wanted to be her first for so many things. He would be more than happy to teach her anything she wanted to know.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He was still hard from kissing her perfect, soft breasts on the balcony. He turned on the wall of water that passed for a shower in Faerie and got in. He had it on cold, but it didn’t matter. He was raging, knowing his mate was in the other room and he was not being buried inside of her.
