I take a deep breath and move toward the sound of the voice. It’s like a candle in the darkness, drawing me forward and slowly, as though it was an impermanent wave, the darkness recedes. I see soft light through my closed eyelids and feel something smooth under my fingertips.
I smell sweet cherries. The most delicious scent I want to bury my face in. I could lose myself in it, bathe in it until it surrounds me. I nuzzle my nose into more softness, the source of the glorious smell, and before I open my eyes, I know that I’m lying with my mate snuggled up against my chest. It’s her I can smell, her gentle fingertips brushing against my skin in slow patterns I can feel.
No one has ever touched me in the way she is touching me right now. With such gentleness. I tug her closer, not wanting even the smallest gap between us. My eyes feel heavy as I force them open and meet the gaze of a golden-haired goddess.
Maybe I’m still dreaming, or maybe I’m dead, but this is all of my fantasies come to life. To have sheer perfection nestled against me, looking up at me like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen.
Although I don’t remember my fantasy having the faint tinge of blood in the air or the scent of other males in my territory. In my nest, no less.
Strangely, I don’t feel the urge to tear them to pieces or eviscerate them until they’re nothing but ash. The way their scents mingle with that of my dream woman is oddly pleasing. It smells like a cherry tart carried on a cool breeze on a summer’s afternoon. It smells like home. Not one that I’ve ever known before, but one that I want to.
“You’re awake,” the goddess, my mate, breathes against my chest.
“And you’re here,” I whisper back. She wasn’t a dream, a fantasy. I can smell her, feel her soft skin beneath my fingers.
My hands brush up and down her sides, with no prompting from the conscious part of my brain. It’s like I have to remind myself that she is really here and she won’t fade away, leaving me alone again.
I suck in a lungful of her scent and nuzzle closer, not stopping the movement of my hands as I explore the soft perfection of her body. I can’t stop touching her. My hands are big and callused, far too rough against the smoothness of her skin, but still I stroke them over her waist, sliding them down her hips to the creamy, delicate skin of her thighs. She shivers against me and that cherry scent deepens, growing stronger.
The scent of her arousal. Fuck.
It spurs me on to explore her body further, running my hands over her hips and around to the peachy perfection of the best ass I’ve ever seen. I squeeze a handful and groan, grinning to myself as I’m rewarded with the cutest little gasp. I then move my hands up to palm her breasts, squeezing gently and rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb, feeling myself growing harder by the second. She squirms against me and lets out this little moan that’s fucking puremusic.
I want to hear it again. I need to.
She squirms against me, turning slightly and hooking her leg over mine until I can feel her wet core against my skin.
“My mate,” I rumble. “Are you feeling needy, mate? Are you aching for more of my touch?”
Another low moan as I move one hand lower, more slowly than I’d like, but I want to draw this out until my mate is trembling with need for me.
My cock pulses angrily. He doesn’t want us to move slowly; he wants us to be buried between her thighs and make her scream for us.
Soon.
“F-Finn,” she gasps, writhing against me until she’s practically humping my leg as I palm her ass again, this time getting close to dipping one finger inside her slick heat, only to shift my fingers away at the last moment.
“Please, Finn. Touch me.”
Since she asks so nicely, I can’t help but slip one of my fingers inside her. She’s dripping for me, so wet I can hear it as I slowly push into her and fuck her with it.
Fuuuck. Maybe slow isn’t the right way to go. My balls tighten as she writhes again and I’m afraid that I’m going to come before I even get inside her.
I dip my fingers inside her again and then pull out, releasing a guttural groan.
“Oh, my little treasure, you aresoakedfor me.” My voice is barely more than a feral growl as I pull out entirely and indulge in sucking the taste of her from my finger.
She tastes just as good as she smells. Echo whimpers, shifting again and I slip my hand down her front, using my thumb to circle her clit as I dip two fingers inside of her.
“Is this what you want? What you need? You need for your mate to make you feel good?”
“Y-yes. Please, Finn.”
I continue to touch her clit, altering the pressure to see what she reacts to best as I continue to push one and then two of my thick fingers inside of her. I then duck my head down and, pulling down the material of her t-shirt, suck one perfect nipple into my mouth.
“Oh my Nelly, fuck, holy moly, smokes on a plane… that… keep doing that. Please.” The sound of her cursing is almost obscene as I continue to fuck her wet cunt with my fingers until she’s squeezing around me and screaming out her release.
“Oh my. Your greedy cunt is sucking on my fingers, gripping them like a vise. Do you want more, my little treasure? You want me to fill you up with my cock until you’ve never felt so full in your life as I pump you full of cock and my cum?”
