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“Fuck, Kai!”
There were few things in life as wonderful as a woman coming on my face, but my fated mate losing herself while riding me was something unto itself. Something untouchable and pure.
I was sure the entire house heard us, but I didn’t care. Instead, I drank her down, licking her through the aftershocks until her legs began to tremble and she hissed in over-stimulation.
As much as I'd love to continue until she went right past pain and came all the way around to pleasure again, it wasn’t quite the right time in our relationship yet. There would be plenty more time for kinkier play, but it could wait until we were somewhere safe and not in the middle of a covert mission.
So, I helped her fall to the side, making sure she was safe on her back as she came down. As for myself, I rolled onto my own side, supporting my head in my palm as I looked her over.
If I was a painting that she’d analyzed down to its deepest details, then she was a true masterpiece—one I could regard forever without getting a moment closer to understanding her full scope. But that was fine with me. Living in perpetual wonder at my fated mate did seem like a destiny far sweeter than I could ever hope for.
“What are you looking at?” she said eventually. From anyone else, it might have been a challenge, but I didn’t miss that ever so slight sliver of vulnerability that slipped into her tone. Soon she'd learn that she had nothing to be self-conscious of with me.
“Perfection,” I answered honestly, and she huffed in response, rolling her eyes again. I decided to let her get away with it, as soon enough I'd have her rolling her eyes in an entirely different way.
“You’re cheesy,” she said, her hand joshing against my chest. But her cool fingertips stayed pressed against my skin, five pinpoint stars of sensation that sent arousal crackling through my skin in a wave. Despite how enamored I was with her, it was still shocking how easily she could affect me, and just what sensations she could draw out of me without even trying.
“But you like it.”
The smile she gave, complete with those little crinkles at the corner of her eyes, was a direct balm to my soul. I knew that in hard times I'd think back to that smile, and the caring way she looked at me.
“Yeah, I do.”
She was just too much. How was I supposed to resist her for even a moment? Pulling her deeply into my arms, I kissed her again, aiming for complete and total ravishment. The momentwe shared was lovely, and I'd forever value it, but I wanted her to be panting and begging below me again.
As I kissed her, I finally pressed myself to her, my erection pressing up against the soft skin of her stomach, smearing the pre-cum gathered at its tip against her. I growled at the slippery smoothness of it all, my teeth finding a spot in her shoulder.
It wasn’t anywhere near her mating gland, yet it almost felt like it was. My inner wolf rushed to the surface within me, crazed with desire, and Ayla seemed just as wild, her nails in my back, making desperate little mews.
Our hands were all over, while Ayla’s head was thrown back, letting me mark her up with hickeys and love bites everywhere but over her mating gland. I didn’t really have to worry about her looking indecent the next day, as her healing ability would soon erase any sign I was ever there.
My inner wolf didn’t like that idea, but I soothed it by telling him we'd get to remake those marks over and over again each time we had our mate. He certainly was on board with that.
We were nearly in a frenzy, any of Ayla’s reservations having long since departed. I found myself posted up over her, my aching length in my hand as I lined myself up.
“You want this, baby girl?”
She let out a positive sound, lifting her hips up as if seeking me. I loved seeing her like that, her hair splayed across the pillow, flushes of pink all over her skin, nipples pebbled and her womanhood dripping for me.
“Then, it’s yours. Always yours, and no one else’s.”
She bit her lip at that, looking up at me through her lashes, and I was gone. Utterly gone. Sliding into her, I hissed as her incredible heat enveloped me, hot, slick, and undulating in a way that was completely out of this world.
“Fuck,” I growled, gritting my teeth at the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of it all. The feeling of it all wasindescribable, and I didn’t know if that was just her, our bond, or the gods blessing me in a rather specific way.
My teeth itched to sink into her mating gland, to declare to the whole world that she was claimed and under my protection. That I was hers, sworn to defend her, take care of her, and that she was mine.
But as I kissed my way up her neck, my tongue moving over the gland, she pressed her palm against my cheek.
“Not yet,” she said simply.
Yet?
Yet?
Both my inner wolf and I were pleased as punch that it wasn’t an outright no. “Yet” just meant she needed time, and we'd be happy to wait as long as she needed. Patience was a virtue, after all, and Ayla deserved all the virtue in the world.
“Yet” meant we had a future together, and for the moment, I should just focus on the now.
