“You want it?” he breathed, easing off my clit, while his finger inside me ever so slowly traced that precious place behind it.
“I want you,” I managed to gasp out.
He slid his finger out, and I whined at the loss. But when he gave a long, hard lick over me, I bucked hard, back in action, teetering on the brink!
“What part of me do you want?” he whispered.
His next lick was softer, slowly circling my clit, keeping me on the edge.
I felt his tangle of emotions through the bond. He knew what I’d say, just as I knew what he wanted me to say.
Sorry Myel. But your heart… is not the part of you I want right now.
I couldn’t seem to find breath to speak, so I slid my hands down to his chin and urged him up.
And when he stood before me, I licked his lips, tasting myself on him. Then I gave a little leap and wrapped my legs around him, feeling his cock trapped between us. His arms instinctively wrapped around me. Then he slid his hands down to my hips and curved under my ass, supporting me fully.
I shimmied out of the slender straps of my dress, letting the bodice fall away as I lifted myself against him, feeling the tip of his cock against my oh-so-ready folds. Then I rocked my hips over him, loving the feel of his hardness against my clit, until… his tip dipped inside me.
Myel feasted on my breasts, which had swelled, a smorgasbord for him to devour.
But as I sank over him, feeling his thickness fill me, Myel tilted his face up and met my lips.
This.
I wanted this!
This joining. This perfect fit, like missing puzzle pieces. His insistent kiss. His soft lips. His taste of whipped-cream-covered strawberries. The thrilling feel of his erection — so damned hard — throbbing uncontrollably inside me.
And since the bondwasn’turging us on, we took it slow. Myel drew out, taking his time, then gave a leisurely thrust, which ended in a prolonged press of his pubic bone on my clit. I ground down on him, loving the sensation of his thickness deep inside me while our loins crushed together. And somehow, I didn’t come from that divine pressure. I rode a cresting wave of bliss, so close to crashing down, but somehow only growing, soaring higher… because this time, our joining went beyond the physical.
It wasn’t the bond. This need came from deep withinme. A response to what I felt from him. He desired me not because the bond demanded it but becausehewanted me.
All my life I’d remained purposefully distant from everyone, terrified I’d lose them, or they’d betray me. I’d never allowed myself toreallyconnect with anyone. And feeling this connection — deeper than the bond demanded, deeper than anything I’d ever felt, filling a part of me I hadn’tknown was empty — I wondered why in hell I’d waited so long.
It felt good. Damned good!
It was… true, meaningful, profound.
Myellovedme.
The bond responded and deepened. The hazy emotions I’d felt from him became clear as day. A part of me wanted to downplay it, say it wasn’t love, devotion, a cherishing passion, but I couldn’t.
I’d always had unreasonably high standards for men. They had to be perfect in every possible way, which no one was. It ensured I’d leave them before they left me, kept our interactions fun and light and temporary.
But there was no temporary with Myel. What we had was for life, and hopefully our lives would last for some time to come.
And as we merged and moaned and reveled in each other, I realized just how perfect Myel was, even with his imperfections.
Sure, he wasn’t built like a tank, but he was tall and lanky and every inch my teen Goth fantasy. And he may not look it, but he was damned strong, holding me, controlling my body so easily as we moved together.
He certainly wasn’t the square-jawed alpha I’d pictured as my perfect man. But the truth about alphas was: they were usually assholes. And my perfect man was a kind and gentle alpha most of the time, while being a complete beast in bed. Completely unreasonable, right? Yet Myel was incredibly kind and giving and selfless… and honestly the bond made us both a little bestial in bed.
Myel wasn’t perfect, but he cared for me like no man ever had. I felt it even now, how damned much he wanted my joy and happiness. His passion exploded like fireworkswithin him, but he kept our pace slow and deep, ensuring I’d have my blinding pleasure before he did.
And I was damned close. All these new sweeping emotions filled me with a deeper bliss than I’d ever felt. I’d experienced some intense physical ecstasy before, but this euphoric sense of belonging and complete adoration elevated my gratification to a whole new level.
I pulled back from our deep kiss so I could look Myel in the eyes when I came. I wanted him to see what he did to me, how he tore me apart in the best possible way. And I wanted to see what me shattering did to him.
