I don’t know how he reads my mind, or maybe the guilt is clear on my face, but I crumple into him, soaking up his strength for just a moment. “I’m so sorry, Finn. If I’d known, I would have—”
I have to stop myself mid-sentence. What? What would I have done differently? Would I have bailed on my plans with Jet and left her to a fate of a miserable future even though I knew I could change that?
I don’t know. And that may make me an okay sister, but makes me an awful mate. A terrible weaver. The whole point in us having a family, only for us to be torn away from them, is for us to learn that nothing else matters in our lives as weaving. We’re given power and an influence that’s… a lot. I mean, I can deliver souls into the afterlife—even if I can’t climb stairs without tripping over my feet or make toast without it ending up alittleburnt.
“They really impress it on us at the academy, you know, how important our roles are,” I say, my throat scratchy. “I guess it never really hit home with me until now.”
“You’re here now,” Finn says again, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re home. Where you belong.” Another kiss, this one to my jaw, then he pauses and pulls away and I instantly miss his warmth. “Unless… you don’t want to stay.”
I fight the urge to soothe him that of course I do, and instead I take a second to think it through before I respond.
He deserves that much.
I feel at home here. I feel at home with all three guys. Each of them is so different from the other: Brogan is laid-back, friendly. Someone that I know would be there in an instant if I needed a friendly ear. Finn is determined, dark and a bit dangerous-looking, but a little weird and oh so sweet with me. Soren… well, although he probably hates me right now, Soren is someone I respect. He’s dedicated, he takes his role as leader seriously and shoulders a lot of the burden. He was also incredibly sweet when Finn was injured. I feel like Soren is the kind of guy where, when you’re on your period, he’ll bring you painkillers and snacks and a hot water bottle and won’t even think anything of it.
“I want to stay,” I tell Finn firmly. It’s taken me far too long to answer and the look on his face just about cracks my heart in two. He goes from trying to hide his dejection to a beaming smile in two seconds flat, and there’s no way I could have come out with any other answer.
I’m done with running.
And holy smokes, the job I have here is crazy important and worthwhile. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good as I did in that moment when the souls found their way forward.
“I’m glad,” Finn says, pressing another kiss to the corner of my lips.
Now, I know that I’ve just been waxing lyrical about how important my job here is and I’m aware of the enormous backlog I need to get through, but…
I also have a very sexy male pressed up against me, his lips tantalizingly close to mine. I want, no, I need him to know that it’s not just this place I want. It’s him too. Flicking my tongue out to meet his lips, I enjoy the sharp intake of breath from him. Then I push up on my tiptoes and cradle his jaw with my hands, pulling him in close and pressing my lips to his. Our tongues tangle and dance and he lets out the most glorious groan that goes straight to my pussy.
“I need you, my mate,” he murmurs into my mouth.
“Then take me,” I mutter back.
Maybe it’s a cliche to say, but he doesn’t disappear. I’m scooped up against his chest, my legs around his waist, grinding his hard dick as he strides toward his nest. He then drops with surprising agility and grace onto his back so that I’m on top, straddling him.
I lean down so that my hair falls in a curtain over the both of us and continue kissing him with a feverish intensity. I’m hot as well and I can feel my body shaking. If it were any other situation, I’d think I was coming down with the flu or something, but I know that it’s pure anticipation.
Finn groans again and pulls back, panting, his chest heavy. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen to have this big, powerful dragon practically falling apart under me.
“You’re the most beautiful, most precious thing in all the worlds,” he says, punctuating his words with kisses. He said something similar when we were bonding, but I think he truly believes it.
And then we’re a frantic mess of limbs, shedding clothes so fast our buttons go flying across the room. I straddle him, naked, running my hands over his broad chest and reveling in the feeling of his hot flesh.
“Get up here and ride my face. I need to taste you,” he growls against my mouth.
I scramble up until my pussy is in line with his face. He gives one long lick and then lets out a guttural groan.
“So good, my little mate. You taste like nothing else.” He pulls me down until I’m grinding against his mouth and he’s sucking and licking like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans again, mumbling odd words against me.
“I want your taste inside my mouth every day for the rest of my life,” he mutters. “Ride me, my treasure, my perfect mate, yes, that’s it. I want you to come all over my face.”
I gasp and writhe on top of him and he pushes two fingers inside me, sucking on my clit and lapping at my juices as I ride him almost desperately. Heat travels through me and a slow tingle grows as he pumps his fingers right at the perfect angle. The tingle expands until it laps along my legs and then I’m coming in an explosion of pure pleasure.
Finn sucks once more on my clit and then pulls his fingers out of me, licking my juices clean with another deep groan of pleasure.
“Fuck, you make my dreams come true, little mate.”
I shuffle down his body until we’re face to face and grin at him. “You dreamed of me riding your face?”
“Until you came hard and fast, yes.”
