“We wouldn’t have ended up at that chapel if something in you didn’t want it as much as I do,” he says quietly.
I shake my head, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. My hands hover at his sides, unsure whether to push or cling.
“Thatdidn’tmeananything.Noneofthismeans anything,” I whisper.
His eyes soften. I’m unable to read the look he’s giving me right now. Not sad exactly. Maybe more tired. “I know you don’t believe that.”
The space between our mouths shrinks by degrees. Inch by agonizing inch. I can feel his breath on my lips now, warm and steady, while mine comes out shaky and uneven. Every nerve in my body lights up, screaming with the need to close that gap.
My mind wants me to snap out of this spell he has me under, but I don’t.
When his lips finally meet mine, it’s not rushed. Not hungry like I thought it would be when I finally gave in, because let's be honest, I was always going to give in. It’s slow and measured. Testing the boundary we’re finally crossing while sober. I make a small, humiliating sound as my body gives in all at once, knees threatening to buckle as heat floods through me.
Only then does he pull back.
“Tell me to stop,” he says fiercely. I can’t.
He must see something in my eyes that gives him the okay because he groans softly and presses closer. I’m already hard,slick leaking between my cheeks despite the large number of suppressants I’d taken earlier.
“We wouldn’t have done this if something in that stubborn head of yours didn’t think we belonged together,” he murmurs. “I’ve always felt a pull toward you. You’ve always fought it. I want you to follow your instincts, not your traumatized mind.”
“Instincts?” My eyes are closed, and I’m pulling on his shirt as I try to snuggle in closer to his warm body. His cinnamon scent surrounds me, lulling me. Drugging me.
His large hands grip my hips, his thumbs dip underneath my cotton shirt, skimming my bare skin. It’s enough to make me dizzy with arousal.
“Yes. Your instincts. Your heart and soul recognize what your brain is refusing to understand. You know, Fylgja,” he breathes, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“No,”Iwhineweakly.Neitherofusbelievesme.
Thank the goddess for small deeds.
“We were made for each other, Hale.”
His hands move to cup my face, his pinkies running along the sensitive skin under my jaw. My hips thrust forward of their own volition, earning me a low growl that sends shivers along my spine.
“Is my omega feeling needy?” his voice is rough as his inner alpha fights to maintain control.
I nod, almost feral in my need. I clutch at his shoulders, attempting to climb his large body in the desperate search for more. I wrap a leg around his hips, rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
One hand moves to grab my thigh, holding me steady while the other burrows beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, fingers pressing precisely where I want them. “Doyou need me to fill this pretty little hole?”
I shamelessly push back against his long fingers, begging without words for him to put them inside of me. Slick smooths the way for him to slide inside, thrusting two fingers deep. I moan, stars bursting behind my eyes as I ride the intoxicating wave of pleasure that is wreaking havoc on my system.
He mouths at my neck, sucking at my gland while his fingers work me open, finding that spot inside of me with practiced ease. I’m completely undone, rutting against him helplessly.
Then he pulls away.
A gasp leaves my lips as he withdraws his magical fingers from my hole and brings them to his lips, licking themcleanwithawickedgrin.Hestrollsbacktothebed
casually and sits exactly where he was before. He looks unruffled despite the obvious bulge straining his pants.
“We should probably finish those questions,” he says calmly, patting the bed beside him.
I stare at him, dumbfounded and breathless. My mind was completely wrecked, and my hole fluttering at the need to be filled.
He picks up his phone, focusing on the screen as I gather my wits.
After a long moment, I sit. Heart racing. Body still humming. Head full of fear.
