He lifted his head, his lips glistening. “That’s it. Come all over my tongue. Fuck, you taste like you were made for me. No one else gets this. Ever.”
He went back to eating me, building my passion up again until a second climax ripped through me.
Only then did he rise, kneeling between my legs, his cock heavy and ready. Our eyes locked as he notched himself at my entrance.
“I'm sorry if it hurts at first,” he murmured, brushing tears I hadn't noticed from my cheeks.I didn’t have time to think about how he knew I was virgin before he pushed in with one steady thrust.
The sharp sting made me gasp, but he held still, kissing me softly until the pain eased into fullness. When I wiggled experimentally, fresh wetness coated him.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Yes—please.”
He moved slowly at first, circling his hips and letting me adjust.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned. “Like your pussy was made for me.”
The discomfort faded completely, replaced by building ecstasy. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper as he thrust harder, faster, the couch creaking under us.
As he thrust harder, he snarled low in my ear, “Feel how deep I am, sweetheart? Marking you from the inside. Gonna fill this tight little pussy until you’re dripping with me. Until everyone knows you’re claimed.”
My inner walls fluttered at his dirty talk, and I gasped, “Garner.”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take every inch of me. Let me feel you clamp down on my cock while you come for me again,” he urged, nipping my lip before sucking my nipple.
The gentle bite sent me over—I clenched around him, crying out as pleasure consumed me. He followed with a roar, burying deep and pulsing inside me, filling me completely.
Afterward, he rolled us so I lay draped over his chest, our bodies still joined. He stroked my back, pressing kisses to my hair.
“Probably shouldn’t have taken your virginity on this old couch,” he rasped.
“Nah, this was perfect.” I smiled against his skin, feeling blissed-out. “But you can do it all over again once we’re back at the cabin.”
8
GARNER
I’d been awake for a while, listening to the forest breathe, cataloging the small sounds that told me nothing was wrong. Being alert took on new meaning with my fated mate sleeping in my arms.
Elodie fit here, with me. She looked more rested. The shadows under her eyes were almost gone.
My cougar lifted his head in something close to contentment. He settled deeper inside me, no longer pacing. No longer snarling at the world. Just there. Watchful and protective. Satisfied for the moment.
But he wanted to mark her. To complete the mating process so every other shifter would know Elodie belonged to me.
I couldn’t do that without honesty. If I kept shielding her with half-truths, I’d be betraying something sacred, especially when she’d trusted me with her body last night.
I didn’t want to tarnish the precious gift she’d given me. The virginity she’d saved without knowing why she hadn’t felt desire until we met.
When I slid my palm down her spine, resolve tightened in my gut. I’d tell her everything today. But while she slept, I let myselflay here and watch over the woman who’d already changed my life without even knowing it.
Elodie stirred beneath my arm, a soft sound leaving her throat as she shifted closer. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes opened, they were still heavy with sleep.
I brushed a kiss over her mouth before she could fully orient herself. Taking her lips felt familiar already, but no less satisfying.
“I’m going to make coffee,” I murmured against her temple. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
She nodded sleepily, her fingers clutching at my shoulders like she wanted to anchor herself there. I covered her hand with mine for a brief second before forcing myself to move away.
