I press my lips to the corner of his mouth, drawing in a lungful of his scent. “In time, love. First, let me worship you.”
Soren sighs dramatically. “If I have to…”
Laughing, I kiss him again and again. The joy that sweeps through me from head to toe is so intense, it makes my chest ache. He’s here. Soren is here with me. I found him again, just as I swore I would. A lump constricts my throat, making it hard to breathe.
“Lyall—”
I kiss him, thumbing away one of my tears when it wets his cheek. “These are happy tears,” I assure him, and then he’s kissing me on my lips, my damp cheeks, along my jaw. I chart a course down his body with my mouth, findinghim hard and eager when I reach his hip bone. I swallow him down, moaning at the earthy taste that fills my mouth.
“Oh god, Lyall,” he whispers. My scalp stings when he tugs at my hair. I do just as I promised and worship him, every inch. His breathy sighs and groans fill the room. He’s all I can taste, all I can smell. Nothing exists but him,us.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Soren says, panting.
I give him one last lick and then crawl up his body. He grabs the nape of my neck and hauls me in for a kiss. I could drown in this man, spend hours making love to him again and again, and still my hunger for him would never be sated.
He rolls onto me, blanketing my body with his. Piece by piece, my clothes come off.
My heart races with anticipation when he grabs lube from the end table. I fold an arm behind my head, unable to wipe the smile from my face. “Get me ready for you, love.”
Soren bites his lip and slicks his fingers. He sweeps his gaze down my body and shakes his head. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful.”
Heat blooms in my cheeks. “You’re the one who—gods!”
Slick wet heat engulfs me from tip to root. Soren worships me with his mouth, with his fingers as they curl inside me again and again. He brings me to the cusp of completion but always backs off before I can claim myrelease. It’s the sweetest torture, and it feels as if it lasts hours.
“Please, love. Oh gods, please.”
The sound Soren makes goes straight to my aching cock. Then my knees are over his shoulders and I’m folded nearly in half. Above me, Soren bites his lip, eyes closing in bliss. He pushes in, and the exquisite pressure reduces me to gasps and whimpers as I surrender to him.
“Okay?” Soren’s breath is hot against my damp skin. His forehead rests against mine.
“Aye,” I whisper, but it’s so much more than okay.
His lips taste like salt when he kisses me, and then he’s moving, slow and deep, and gods, he’s everywhere. He’s all I can feel, taste, and smell as he fills me and fucks me, faster, deeper.
Growls rumble low in my chest. I cover my mouth. “Sorry.”
Soren shakes his head, lifting my leg higher. He slides in deep and strikes that spot inside me that has my balls tightening dangerously. “Don’t hide from me. Let your wolf out. I want to see him.”
Fur prickles over my arms, and my fangs sharpen.
“Fuck, you look so sexy like this, all riled up and wild,” Soren says.
“Close,” I say in warning as my fangs sharpen. “I… I can’t hold it back.” I don’t want to hurt him, but gods, I need to bite him, to claim him as mine once again.
Soren’s eyes darken, and he leans in, peppering kisses along my collarbone. “Bite me. Fuck. Put your teeth in me, sweetheart.”
My eyes roll back as his thrusts lose all rhythm and he pounds me into the mattress. My claws bite into the sheets. I can’t hold back any longer. A snarl tears from my throat, and my fangs sink into his warm, salty skin. Coppery blood dampens my tongue. Soren’s body spasms and with a shout, he’s spilling inside me. The bond between us erupts with the pleasure of his release, and I arch up against him as I come messily between us.
We catch our breath. Soren’s emotions rush through me, like a ship breaking through the waves. His joy, pleasure, love—it consumes me. Above me, he shudders, pressing his face into my chest. The salty scent of his tears mingles with our sweat.
Oh gods. Did it not work?
“Soren. Love, it’s all right.” It’s strange that I can’t feel his grief or sorrow. No, all I feel is…joy,warm like sunlight on my skin.
His shoulders heave with laughter, his arms holding me tighter. “I’m fine! So much more than fine.” Soren lifts his head, smiling brighter than I’ve ever seen. “Hey. Hey, Lyall. Ask me something only Past Me would know.”
My throat thickens. Could it be…
