“Fuck. You’re so perfect,” he said, voice rough. “My beautiful Ella.”
I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to continue. He pushed in.
“Oh god,” I whimpered.
The stretch, the fullness, was intense, so much that it bordered on painful. I reached down between my legs to play with my clit.
“Here.” He licked his thumb and reached down to take my finger’s place.
I rocked my hips, refusing to give up. This magnificent man was mine, and I planned on having all of him. I was greedy, and I had to try. Every movement brought us closer until he hit the back of my channel.
“No,” I pouted. “But I want it all.”
“Slow, my sweet. You’ll take it all one day. But this is perfect for now. You feel so good around me. Fuck.”
He pulled out slowly, removing his thumb from my clit, so he could brace on the mattress. I screamed when he thrust back in.But he didn’t stop; he set a brutal rhythm, each thrust drawing a breathy sound from my lips. It felt like too much, but also just enough, all at once.
And then the world was falling apart around me again.
Chapter 12
Axel
Fuck,Ilovedtheway my mate felt beneath me.
I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to hold on to the last thread of restraint. Her skin was sweaty against mine, our heartbeats thudding in rhythm, and I wanted this moment to last forever. But I was only mortal, and the way she screamed my name was too much.
I thrust deep into her one last time, holding myself there as I came. Her legs tightened around me, and I felt her fingers dig into my back as the base of my cock started to swell.
“Axel?” There was a hint of fear in her voice.
I brushed a strand of hair off her face. “I’m right here. Just relax.” I held her tight, pressing her to my chest. “There’s no way fate would bring us together if we didn’t fit perfectly.” It was as close as I dared get to tell her she was my mate so soon in our relationship.
The knot had formed, locking us together, and I could feel her heartbeat like it was my own. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she breathed slowly, but they soon opened again as if she needed to see me. I searched for signs of pain on her face but found none.
“You good?”
“Mmm. Better than ever.” She threaded her fingers into the fur of my chest. “I like this,” she said. “Being stuck with you. It means you have to cuddle with me.”
“I’d cuddle with you anyway.”
I kissed her again, but this time, I took it slow. This wasn’t about pacifying the hunger anymore, but about feeling connected. I had my mate in my arms, in my bed, and she hadn’t run away screaming.
“I’m glad we’re out in the middle of the woods.”
“Why?” I asked, encouraging her to keep talking. It was cute that she was getting chatty after sex.
“There are no neighbors. I’m sure if we did that in my apartment in Chicago, the whole building would hear.”
“Let them hear. They’d be jealous.”
“Of me? Or of you?”
“Both of us.”
That had her grinning.
“Oh, and by the way. I won. You’re totally better than dinner.”
