Lilith laughed. “It was made with magic to protect me. Only I can remove it.”
“You don’t need protecting from me. I will never hurt you.” The last part came out like a growl, which was odd. Owls didn’t growl, but being here alone with her, exploring each other’s bodies, the fated mate bond tightened its hold.
She looked into his eyes. “I know.” She moistened her lips before shimmying out of her shirt and tossing her bra aside. “Better?”
“Much.” He crawled onto the bed and lay on top of her, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. The feel of her bare skin pressed to his was almost overwhelming, yet he still felt as if he couldn’t get close enough. He needed her. To be inside of her. To be part of her.
He kissed his way down her neck, gliding his lips across her soft, cool skin and flicking out his tongue to bathe her nipple in wet heat. She gasped, and he sucked the pearly flesh into his mouth, cupping the other breast in his hand.
Her breath came out in a hiss as she slid her fingers into his hair. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
“Neither have I.” He trailed his tongue to her belly button, circling it once before continuing to the waistband of her pants. Rising to his knees, he attempted to tug them down, but like her shirt, they were magically glued to her body. “I don’t like this fabric.”
“I won’t wear it again.” She wiggled out of the rest of her clothes and lay before him, an ethereal goddess of darkness.
His cock strained against his open zipper, and he yanked down his jeans, tossing his clothes aside before lying on top of her once more. Everything about her was intoxicating. Entrancing.
“My turn.” With strength he didn’t dare fight, she rolled him onto his back and straddled his thighs. She caressed him with nothing more than her gaze from his eyes down to his dick, and he felt it all the way to his bones. When she touched the tip of her tongue to a fang, his cock twitched. Good gravy, he needed her to touch him.
She licked her lips and wrapped her fingers around him. He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly as her soft skin moved against his sensitive flesh. After three more strokes, a bead of moisture gathered on his tip. She spread it over his head with her thumb, and a shudder ran through him, reaching to his soul.
Leaning down, she flicked out her tongue and licked him. Every nerve in his body fired on overdrive, and as she took him into her mouth, he moaned. She stroked the underside of his dick with her tongue as she sucked, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before releasing him.
He panted, trying his damnedest to get himself under control. Lilith was a vixen, unlike any woman he’d ever been with, and no way in hell was he coming before she did.
“I like the way you taste.” She kissed each hip before swiping her tongue up his stomach. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Rising onto her knees, she guided him to her folds and sheathed him. She closed her eyes as she took him in fully, tipping her head back and moaning. Spencer sucked in a breath, marveling at her beauty. The feel of her wrapped around him, of becoming one with her, was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
It was magical.
She opened her eyes and locked her gaze on his, and the tether connecting them tightened even more. Lifting her hips, she slid upward until only his tip remained inside her. She lowered again, the decadent friction making him groan.
He licked his thumb and pressed it to her clit, moving it in gentle circles as she rode him. As her rhythm quickened, he increased the pressure and speed until Lilith cried out in ecstasy. She tightened around him, her body trembling as she panted and moaned.
His orgasm coiled in his core. He couldn’t hold out much longer. “Bite me, Lilith. Drink from me.”
She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him and rolling him on top of her, never breaking their intimate union. He leaned his head to the side, giving her full access to his neck as he pumped his hips.
She bit him.
The sharp sting of fangs piercing flesh made him gasp, but as her lips covered the wound and she began to suck, he lost control. The orgasm exploded in his core, lighting his body ablaze. He slammed into her over and over until she let out the most pleasurable groan he’d ever heard. He stilled, holding his hips against her core, and she swiped her tongue over the punctures before wrapping her arms around him and holding him tightly.
Closing his eyes, he buried his face in her hair and just breathed. This was it. His owl was all in, so the man had no choice but to follow. He slipped out of her, rolling onto his back and tugging her to his side. She came to him, resting her head on his chest and draping her leg over his. They lay there in silence, and Lilith became so still, he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
“That was better than I could have ever imagined,” she finally said.
“Yes, it was.” He rubbed his palm up and down her arm. He needed to tell her, to know if she felt the same. To understand why fate would bind him with someone who would outlive him for thousands of years. “Why me?”
She propped her head on her hand. “What do you mean?”
“Out of all the men at speed dating… Hell, out of all the men in the world, why did you choose me?”
Her brow furrowed, and her gaze dropped to his chest before returning to his eyes. “Because we’re soulmates, Spencer. Fate brought us together.”
A flush of cool relief unfurled in his chest, spreading out through his limbs. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
