Fuck me, maybe sheismy Mate.
MyKteercertainly thought so.
It was urging me to claim her, to make her mine, just as Garrak had said…but the part of me that was still in control knew I couldn’t do that, not yet, not until I had a reasonable conversation with her about expectations and five-year-plans and joint income tax brackets, preferably utilizing a color-coded spreadsheet.
She’s moving back to California in two weeks.
The reminder should’ve been sobering, but…
But right now, Brooke had agreed to let me taste her, and I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. So I scooped her up, pressing her against my chest as I turned away from the cliffs. When Abydos had this house designed, I’d been in charge of approving the landscape, and there was one spot which was my favorite part of the property.
I carried her along the half-wall until we reached a set of stone steps, which I took two at a time, careful not to jostle her. At the bottom, I turned left at the hedge…and came to the gazebo. It was made of oak and stone and looked like something out of medieval England, but the designer and the landscaper both had called it a gazebo, so that’s what I was going to call it.
“Wow,” she breathed as I carried her to one of the protected alcoves. There was a little niche here, a perfect little seat…
When I placed her there, she shivered and reached for me. We were out of the wind here, but I knew she ran colder than I did. Well, it was up to me to warm her.
I stepped between her legs and slid my palms up her thighs, loving how trustingly she pressed nearer.
“Now, Brooke?” I murmured. My thumbs reached her panties, and I brushed the pads of them across her wetness. “I want you.”
Gods below, I wanted her!
She’d pulled my head down to hers, but now whispered against my lips, “I want your cock, Sylvik.”
When I pulled back in surprise, she went with me. “Please? I want you inside me, not just your fingers, but…”
Since said fingers had found her clit through her underwear, she broke off with a moan, and I smiled against her mouth.
“Anything for you,dkaar,” I murmured. I wasn’t sure where the endearment had come from, but it seemed perfect for her.
When my fingers hooked around the elastic of her underwear, she whispered, “Just rip them,” against my jaw, and myKteerwent mad.
With a growl, I allowed my claws to extend just enough to rip through the silky fabric, then her hands were on me, on my belt, unbuttoning my trousers and reaching inside?—
“It’s ridged?” There was awe in Brooke’s voice, and I wished we were doing this for the first time somewhere lit, somewhere more comfortable.
The next time we had sex would be on a bed, I vowed.
But then she stroked me, and I forgot everything: plans for the future, how to breathe, even my own name.
I’d never believed in an afterlife before, but I thought maybe, if I did, and if I’d been very,verygood…it might feel like this.
“Brooke,” I groaned, burying my face in her hair, inhaling her perfect scent. “I lo?—”
Control!
I’d only known her for two weeks! She’d given no indication that this was anything but physical for her, and in fact was considering returning to her old job. Her old boyfriend.
But here and now, I could ensure she wouldn’t be thinking of him.
When she guided my cock to her dripping entrance, I wrapped my hands around her ass. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” I murmured.
“Ready for?—”
Brooke’s question broke off with a gasp as I rocked forward, sliding into her tight, wet heat. Then I was fully encased in her, and as I expected, an orgasm immediately slammed into her.
“Sylvik!” she blurted, her thighs tightening around my hips, her fingers clutching my shirt as she convulsed helplessly.
