“Yes.” Rachel slid her arms around Sara’s neck, giving her better access, then dipped her head to kiss along the base of Sara’s throat. “Please.”
Desire flared strong and bright, Rachel’s breathy plea sending a shiver up Sara’s spine.
Mine, her wolf whispered.
Yes.
With a surer touch this time, Sara cupped Rachel’s breast, teasing her nipple with her thumb until Rachel’s head fell back on a sigh. She tilted it to one side, and Sara’s breath caught at the sight of her exposed neck. Her teeth ached, the potential for all they could be dangled in front of them, and with the moon so full and bright above them, Sara’s control slipped.
With a low growl, Sara tipped her head back and let her fangs slide out, the urge to sink them into Rachel and join them forever taking over everything. Grabbing Rachel’s hand, she guided it between her legs, a silent plea for her to help make this happen. Practised fingers rubbed in a slow circle, spreading the wetness around.
Sara cried out as they dipped inside, the heel of Rachel’s palm pressing against her. Heat pooled in her belly, building with every stroke, every touch of Rachel’s hand, her blood singing with the rightness of it all.
Dipping her head, she set her fangs against Rachel’s throat, ready. But no sooner had she felt warm skin against her lips, her world tilted, and she found herself flat on her back looking up at Rachel’s face—fangs bared.
“I want to,” Rachel growled out. “More than anything.” She pushed her hand back between Sara’s thighs, and they both moaned. “But we can’t.” Leaning down, she licked over Sara’s nipple, her fangs pressing against the skin, and Sara’s back arched, instinctively wanting more.
“Why?” she hissed. Reaching for Rachel, she gasped when she suddenly found her hands pinned to either side of her head. Rachel was strong, stronger than Sara, and being pinned by her was hotter than Sara had imagined. “Why can’t we?”
In answer, Rachel placed a soft kiss on the side of Sara’s neck—where a mating bite would go. The ache at being denied made her whimper.
“Shh.” Rachel touched her forehead to Sara’s. “I’m not saying no.” Laughing softly, she added. “I could never say no to this.” Another kiss. “But we’re both alpha’s daughters. I’m one of my father’s betas. I have responsibilities, as do you. If we’re going to do this, we need to do it right. For us and our packs.”
She was right.
Sara knew it, but it took all her strength to rein her wolf back in. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and retracted her fangs. “Okay.”
Tracing her thumb over Sara’s cheekbone, Rachel smiled down at her. “That doesn’t mean we can’t finish what we started.” She raised an eyebrow. “If you can keep those fangs away from my throat.” Licking over her own fangs, Rachel let them slowly slide back in, not once breaking eye contact.
Sara swallowed thickly. The moon still called to her, still pulled at her wolf to come out. But Rachel—her potential mate—had asked her to control herself. So she’d do her damnedest to comply. “I’ll try.”
“Good enough for me.” With a wicked grin, Rachel shuffled backwards, trailing kisses down Sara’s neck and along her collarbone.
Hands cupped Sara’s breasts, and she arched into the touch, sighing as Rachel’s lips brushed her skin. Warm wetness followed a sharp sting as Rachel used her tongue and her teeth to draw out a soft moan before moving lower.
Sara pulled her knees up and spread her thighs wide as Rachel settled between them. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, stifling any more noises as Rachel’s mouth closed over her clit.
Gripping Sara’s hips, Rachel stopped for a second to whisper, “Let me hear you,” then eased into a slow, teasing rhythm. She sucked and licked, mercilessly working Sara with her tongue. While Sara wasn’t completely bare down there, she did keep herself neatly trimmed, and she’d never been more thankful because it let her feel everything so much better. Each brush of Rachel’s lips made her fingers clench. Her leg muscles tensed, the hairs on her arms standing to attention as the steady pressure brought her to the edge and keep her there.
When Rachel reached up to tease a nipple, Sara arched her back and thrust her hand into Rachel’s hair, the silky strands soft against her fingers. She also gripped the damp grass, holding on tight as she rolled her hips in a subtle request for Rachel to give her what she needed.
Sara moaned as Rachel hooked a hand around her thigh and held her firm. Claw tips pierced her skin at the same time as Rachel pinched her nipple and that was all it took. Sara cried out as she came, shattering the peace around them. Her heart pounded, blood roaring through her veins, and Sara couldn’t remember ever feeling as perfect as she did right then.
With a sigh, she opened her eyes and looked down to see Rachel lying half on her side, smiling back at her, expression smug. One hand still gripped Sara’s thigh, but when Sara glanced down, she noticed Rachel’s other hand now between her own legs.
The smell of sex surrounded them and a flare of possessiveness took hold and Sara sprang up, tumbled Rachel onto her back and pinned her there with her body. “Let me help you with that.” She nuzzled the side of Rachel’s neck, fangs safely hidden away. She smelt so good anyway, but with Sara’s scent and the smell of sex mixed in with it, Sara had to take a minute to get herself under control. “Please.”
Rachel writhed underneath her, a half-hearted attempt to get free. They both knew she could escape if she wanted to. “Be my guest.” Rachel grinned and lifted her arms above her head.
With a low feral growl, Sara traced a claw tip down the side of Rachel’s neck and along her collarbone. She took a moment to admire the woman beneath her—all lean muscle and smooth skin—waiting for her touch, then set about returning the favour.
AFTERWARD, THEY LAY looking up at the stars, so easy to see in the Cornish night sky. Sara took Rachel’s hand and clasped it tight. “I’m glad I came back.”
“Me too.”
She turned to lie on her side, facing Rachel. “If I’d known this was waiting for me, I’d have come sooner.”
Rachel laughed, but when she spoke, her tone was serious. “I wasn’t ready before.” Lifting their joined hands, she brought them to her lips and kissed the back of Sara’s hand. “But I am now. I’m going to tell my father when I get home. Ask for his permission to bond with you.”
