“Mmm,” he purrs, the vibration spreading delicious heat throughout my body, and literally making me melt into him. He buries his face in my hair, inhales deeply, and I think I’m gonna die. That’s it. My mind, body, and heart can’t sustain these overwhelming levels of warmth combined with arousal… “Stay.”
I giggle. “Rahel, I’m literally not moving.”
“Stay forever.”
I smile, looking up into his amber eyes. “Baby, I need to pee.”
His answering growl drips down my spine like warm honey, making me writhe in his arms while he kisses and nips me all over. “No.”
I laugh again, trying to push against his enormous chest, but of course he doesn’t budge. “I can’t just hold it forever.”
He rolls his hips in a wicked motion that drags his long, thick, hot cock right through my pussy lips. Oh… “Try.”
When I finally wiggle out of his grip - which takes a lot of stealth and effort because the man is a veritable mountain of muscles - I make a run for the bathroom.
And of course, his en-suite is ridiculous. With a spacious walk-in shower, a tub I could swim in, brass and marble everywhere. I do my business, clean up, splash water on my face, and stare at myself in the mirror. I look… different… glowing. There’s a bite mark on my neck that’s already healing but will stay visible, and when I touch it I feel a pulse of warmth through our bond. A bond. With my mate. My incubus biker mate, who broke down my door last night and knotted me on my prep counter. What even is my life right now?
When I come back to the bedroom, Rahel’s sitting up against the headboard. The white sheets pooled at his waist, his mammoth chest on full display. Tattoos, scars, muscles for freaking days. His amber eyes hungrily following me across the room.
“See something you like?” I tease, repeating his words from last night.
He instantly rumbles back, “Everything,” then holds out a hand. “Come back to bed.”
I laugh. “Baby, we can’t stay in bed forever.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Because I have a life? A shop to run? I need clothes that aren’t shredded to bits.”
At that, he makes a face that’s pure grumpy alpha. “You don’t need clothes.”
“Rahel,” I protest weakly, with a huge smile on my face.
He shakes his handsome head. “You don’t. Stay naked. Here. With me. Forever.”
This time I can’t hold back my laughter. Is this terrifying ancient creature pouting because I want to put on pants? I don’t think there’s enough room in this gigantic penthouse for the size of my ego right now. “Sweetie, I need to check on the shop, make sure my girl, Keke, has everything handled. And,” I raise a hand before he opens his mouth to interrupt me. “I should grab some stuff from my place if I’m… you know…” I trail off.
His frown turns into a smirk as he hooks me around the waist and pulls me into his lap, nipping my neck. “If you’re what?”
I roll my eyes, giggling and squirming under his delicious assault. “If I’m moving in, you jerk.”
His huge hands cup my face, tilting it up. His voice is rough, filled with emotion. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming of you for fucking months, waiting for you for centuries…” He takes my mouth in a long, deep, wet, toe-curling kiss. “I need you with me. Wherever that is.”
I can only nod, my heart overflowing, my eyes filling with tears of pure joy.
* * *
An hour later … after Rahel convinced me (wasn’t too hard…) we needed one more round “for the road” … we’re finally on his bike heading to my apartment. And this time I’m wearing actual clothes, swimming n one of his Henleys and a pair of sweats I’m definitely never giving back.
Thinking about my apartment feels strange. I’ve lived there for three years, built a whole life, and now I’m leaving to move inwith my monster alpha, in his freaking penthouse.
“You’re thinking very loud,” Rahel rumbles over his shoulder, as he’s parking in front of the building I gave him directions to.
I smile, dismounting with his help. “I’m just processing. It’s a lot, you know.”
His hand squeezes my thigh. “We’re gonna get your stuff. Then we’re going home.”
Right. That simple.
