His skin rippled as though to shift, but he maintained his form, growling and snarling as though he fought to remain dominant. The sight triggered her orgasm, and Maeve fell from her peak screaming his name.
Hardly had it ended before he withdrew again. She did gasp this time, her protest a moaning, nonsensical sound. She wantedhim back, wanted to feel how she clenched around him, wanted to feel the fullness of when he came inside—
Without warning, she was flipped to her front and her hips lifted into the air. Her skirts went up over her backside, landing around her shoulders and leaving her exposed. She hadn’t bothered with underthings other than stockings when coming out that afternoon, and from his lascivious purr, he’d finally realized it, too.
A mewling whine escaped her when the flat of his textured tongue lapped up the length of her from behind. She felt his pleased chuckle against her most sensitive flesh, leaving her top half to sink to the ground in a shudder of pleasure.
“You are a naughty little thing,eremi,” he purred, bestowing another generous lick before spearing his tongue inside her.
Maeve arched and yelped, nails digging into the ground. Her thighs trembled, barely able to hold her weight, but when it seemed like she might collapse from want of more, his paw was there, pushing her back up.
Forehead rubbing against the cushion, Maeve whined, “Sor-en!”
She could feel how wet she was, her cunt already soaked and weeping down her thighs. She received one more lingering kiss before his weight fell across her back. His paw came round her neck, and she was lifted once more onto all fours. He held her by the throat, not tightly or squeezing, just enough for support and so she knew she was caught.
He pushed inside in one sure, never-ending thrust. His purr stuttered into a lusty growl and back again as their pelvises met, his knot teasing her entrance.
“Want it,” she moaned, “want your knot.”
Snarling, he caught her round the middle, hand fixing at her mons to press her clitoris between thumb and cock. Maeve lurched and wriggled but he held fast, teeth clamping down onthe curve between neck and shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but she was well and truly trapped.
With his arm around her, he thrust her back as he pushed forward. Maeve cried into the distance as his knot pushed inside her, filling her to the brim.
Want it all, want everything, always, always—
Caught in his arms and teeth, there was nothing for Maeve to do but let herself be used as he gave her more pleasure than she could bear. She tried to match his pace, but all her body could do was come and come and come.
She clenched around him, squeezing him tight, accepting everything he could give.
“Soren, Soren, Soren,” she chanted, not sure when one orgasm ended and another began. Perhaps it was all one endless cascade, the type that could drive someone mad with wanting.
His teeth released her for a moment, only for his tongue to run up her neck. At her ear, he rumbled, “Kigara.”
“Yes!” she screamed, vision blurring white.
Soren set his teeth on her again, sparking a new flood of sensation, and she felt him come apart. His thrusts quickened, and he somehow grew inside her, filling her again and again with spend.
Maeve had never lost consciousness before, but she teetered then, overwhelmed by him. His beast, his intensity, his goodness, they all poured inside her. She felt every bit of him and took it all greedily, only wanting more. Wanting all she could get.
I never want this to end.
21
Was it possible to perish from happiness? Soren considered it plausible. However, he couldn’t expire just yet, for every day, there was a promise of more Maeve tomorrow. And somehow, with each new day and more moments spent with Maeve, his happiness only grew, larger than he ever thought possible. It was as though he was trying to pack a lifetime’s longing for affection into a single summer.
Happy with all she gave him yet hungry for more, Soren found ways to lengthen the time they spent together. He planned more nature walks and outdoor games for the children. He sat with Maeve during her luncheon, helping her supervise the midday break. He walked as slowly as he could taking her home and was more than willing to hurry off the path for a secluded thicket—he didn’t even mind anymore that they often found themselves laid out on the ground, so long as it was together. He even took her back to the cabin again, his chest aching in a strange way as he held her to him while they fell asleep.
How was it possible that he could ache not from an emptinessor longing but instead from feeling too full? He gorged on the happiness she brought him and was still ravenous for more. There was no end to his wanting her, and scary as that might be, Soren didn’t have much room for those thoughts, not when he was so focused on everything she did and said.
Soren lived for the little kisses she snuck throughout the day, ducking around the shed or the schoolhouse door or even, when she was feeling particularly brave, waiting until all the children were preoccupied with their game to sneak a kiss behind the brim of her sunhat. Those teasing, flirtatious, confident looks she gave him only made Soren more besotted, his chest expanding with pride to knowhewas the male receiving her attentions.
Rather than jealously glare at all the single men in the evening class, Soren stood at the back almost haughtily. Most had given up their efforts to woo the pretty schoolteacher, but he knew how rabidly jealous they’d be to learn just how much attention Maeve paid him.
The longer he was with Maeve, even in secret, the easier it became to imagine himself being with her…always.
It was no less dangerous a thought than it had been before, but the more of her he had, the more he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of forever.
She’d faced histurukand smiled. The beast was utterly obsessed with her, scratching at his mind constantly to formalize their relationship—and let him out for more Maeve pettings. Most surprising of all was that, should Maeve be in sight, his beast quieted. Far less growling and grumpiness; so long as she was there, theturukwas as calm as a lounging housecat.
