“Silver, you motherfucker.”
I grinned and dove into her like a starving man, and Iwasstarving—for her. I waited until she was panting and cursing, her hips canting as she chased her release while goosebumps rose on her skin. Then I stopped, replacing my tongue with my fingers, slowly fucking her with them. Her warmth and slicknessclamped around my fingers, the sensation making me groan. I stood, my fingers still working her, and kissed her deeply before I lavished attention on her nipples, using my tongue and teeth until she was moaning and begging me to stop.
I grazed her erect, reddened buds with my teeth as I pulled away. “Stop? Are you sure?” I blew gently on one, then the other.
“Oh gods, Stone, please, it’s too much….”
I took her mouth in a kiss, holding her head still, controlling the angle and the depth. “I know.” I smirked as I went back to work. I licked and kissed every sensitive part of her body before heading back down to the sweetness between her legs, where I drank in her nectar. Her desperate pleas turned me into a mess of lust, and I had to grab the base of my cock to stop myself coming just from the sounds she made. Mother Wolf, she was testing my control.
I brought her to the edge repeatedly until she was trembling and whimpering. I felt my wolf pushing to escape and bond with hers. Shit, it was too soon. My fangs grew, my instincts to claim her almost too much to fight. The noises she made, her taste and scent, overwhelmed my senses. My wolf floated into the air, howling for his mate—then froze. Something lingered at the edge of my senses. My wolf growled, telling me to finish this and make her safe by claiming her. The hair on the back of my neck bristled, and I forced him to return. My senses went on alert even as I kept working Shannon’s beautiful body to a fever pitch. Were we being watched? It felt like it, but I couldn’t sense any other Fae nearby…
I grunted and focused on my mate’s face. “Look at me, baby.” She was so far gone in a haze of pleasure that I didn’t think she’d hear me. My chest warmed when she immediately followed my command and looked through hooded lids, her wolf peeking at me, too. “You’ve been so good, taking the pleasure I’ve given you so well.” I swiped my fingers through the slick mess between herlegs and held them up for her to see. “Look how turned on you are for me. This is all mine, isn't it?”
“Fuck, yes, yours.” Her words were breathless and hoarse.
I smiled and rubbed my fingers over my cock, slicking it up. “Wrap your legs around me. That’s it.” I encouraged her as she did as I asked without question, and I held her thighs, supporting her weight. She was so much smaller than me that it took no effort. My nostrils flared as she stared at me, utterly lost in what we were doing, which had been my goal. “You want to touch me?”
She nodded. I was being totally selfish now, but I wanted her hands on me, her nails scoring my skin, the pain of it as she scratched the hell out of my back when I let what was sure to be an epic orgasm destroy her. And that's what I wanted, to destroy any lingering traces of her old life, to erase any thoughts or memories of any other male’s touch, to make her mine.
When I released my magic, her hands slid along my shoulders before grabbing on hard. I notched myself at her entrance. “You ready for this?” Her nod was all I needed. “Good, then hold on ‘cause this isn’t going to be gentle.”
“I don’t want fucking gentle. I want you. The real you…” Her eyes turned dark, her canines sharp and long, and the need to feel them sink into my vein while I fucked her was hard to control. My cock throbbed harder because, fuck, I wanted that so much. I wanted us to take each other’s blood and seal our mating bond….
Her cry as I drove into her slickness unleashed something in me. Tight, wet heat engulfed me.Fuuuck….She fit me perfectly. That thought was my last coherent one as I pulled out and slammed back in, pistoning in and out as I easily supported her weight and bent my knees, driving up into her tight, hot channel. All I could do was grunt and breathe, not moving my gaze fromher face as she threw her head back, her nails drawing blood on my back.
“Look at me,” I ground out as my balls tightened. And she did, her pupils swallowing those beautiful irises. “Come for me right now, Butterfly. Scream my fucking name.”
And, oh, how she came, her pulsing release pulling me along for the ride. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Fuckfuckfuck,”I groaned as I emptied myself inside her, not slowing my thrusts until she’d taken every drop, and I had nothing left. I held her slick body to me as we both slowly came down from our high. My knees trembled, not from her weight but from the sheer emotional fall out of being with her like this after so many years of want and frustration.
“Okay?” I asked, nuzzling her neck and her ear.
She huffed a laugh, leaning her forehead on my shoulder. “I think you killed me.”
I chuckled. “Well, death by orgasm isn’t a bad way to go.” I straightened up, wondering if she’d want to run from me now and hide her emotions. My heart melted when she tightened her legs and arms.
“Don't let me go yet.”
“Yet? Butterfly, I’m never letting you go ever again.”
“‘Kay.” Her sob was quiet but no less heartbreaking. I wanted to tear apart the people who had made her feel less than enough. But the main fucker was already dead, so that was annoying as fuck. “Hey?” I pulled back a bit, hating the tears I saw in her eyes. “No tears, not even if they belong to me. I mean it. You are mine, and I am yours. Always.”
She gave me a watery smile and nodded.
“Good. Then, time for a warm bath.”
I looked around, that tingle of danger still on my neck. I wasn’t one to ignore my senses, yet I was still unable to pinpoint anything or anyone nearby. No matter; my instincts urged me toget Shannon back to the cottage where the magic its walls had absorbed over the years would add to mine and Finchley’s, and we could keep the other half of my soul safe.
Chapter 17
Shannon
At first, I was horrified at the thought of bathing in the home of the beautiful underwater creatures, but they didn’t seem to mind. They just kept swimming around us and even squirted water in our faces before darting away to hide.
Stone’s chuckle at their antics made my chest tighten. I wanted to hear that rare and beautiful sound all the time. I didn’t speak to Stone while we bathed, mainly because I was utterly overwhelmed by what had happened. I’d tried building up my resistance to him over the years. I’d even convinced myself that my resistance was concrete enough to protect my heart. But it wasn’t; it never had been. And that scared me to death. I had nothing left to fight with. Protecting my heart was a moot point. If he left now, I’d break into so many pieces that I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to put myself back together.
I walked behind Stone as we headed back to the cottage. I wore his shirt since he’d shredded my clothes. Yep, I might be insane, but that caveman action of ripping off my clothes had been insanely hot. My gaze ate him up, from his loose silverhair that fell over his broad, tattooed shoulders to the way the muscles of his back contracted as he walked. I wanted to explore his slim waist and slide my hands over those mouth-watering abs and tight behind. Shit, even his damned thighs were sexy.
