“Bite me again. I want you to bite me again—”
Thomas yells as my fangs slice into his soft skin, piercing through his artery. The first drop of his blood hits my system, and my world goes…wild.
This isn’t like the side of a frozen lake. This is so much more.
My eyes widen. My semi-hard cock fattens. And then Thomas’ body is spasming under mine, filling me with his cum as his blood spikes through my veins.
The wind screams as our connection solidifies. As if Fate has finally—finally—been acknowledged and locked into place.
“I’m never letting you go,” I growl as somehow a second orgasm races up my spine and spills out of me. My heart erratic. “Never. You’re mine, I’m yours. Say it.”
Thomas clings to me, his body quivering as his orgasm dies down. “I’m yours. You’re mine. I’m…” His arms wrap around my middle and tighten. “I’m never letting you go either.”
Slowly, we both fall onto the blankets. Our shared breathing hard, Thomas stroking long fingers through my hair, my face pressed into his.
“I’m heavy,” I murmur and go to move, but Thomas stills me.
“I don’t mind…just stay close, Ketill. Stay close to me…” he whispers, kissing the side of my mouth.
I sit my chin on his shoulder.
“Whatever you want,” I reply, as I watch my soulmate fall asleep. “Forever. Always. Mine, mine, mine…yours.”
Chapter Ten - Thomas
Thin rays of morning sunlight spill from the cracks in the wooden walls. Drifting dust motes and the wispy hairs on Ketill’s naked arm turn gold in the glow, and somewhere in the distance a bird sings.
Slowly, blinking away the last dregs of sleep, I run my fingers up and down the hand Ketill rests on my stomach. I dip into each space between his knuckles, feeling the faint history of scars along the way, fascinated by his short nails and the way his little finger is almost the same length as his ring finger.
“You like my hands?” Ketill asks behind me, his voice quiet as his lips brush my neck.
“Yes,” I admit easily.
He holds up his palm, and I press mine to his. Our hands are the same width, Ketill’s little finger longer, his skin rougher, but…the same. Familiar. Mine.
I rub the edge of my thumb against his thumb.
“Is that a soulmate thing?” I ask quietly. Poking at the new connection thatpingsin my chest and leads to Ketill, like pushing on a new sense. It feels a bit like the assuredness of being…loved.
“Maybe. You’re my only one.” Ketill twines our fingers and pulls our hands so he can lay kisses on my knuckles.
“So you could have more soulmates out there…?” I ask, scared of the answer and knowing my heart would break if Ketill wanted more than me.
“For other people? Maybe. Not for you. Or me. I’m a selfish man.”
“Oh, are you?” I tease, melting as all those bad feelings are dashed into the darkness, so Ketill and I can cuddle closer under the smoky light.
“Very.” His face nuzzles into my neck. “You’re mine.”
“And you…you’re mine too, right?”
“Of course, treasure.” Ketill kisses my shoulder. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”
“After the train, crashing into the lake, hiking across Scotland or the sex?”
Playful blunt teeth sink into my shoulder, and I laugh. “The sex, obviously.”
I turn into him, brushing my nose against his. Part of me feels ridiculous being so lovey-dovey with a man I met only last night. But the rest of me doesn’t care if it means being ridiculous with Ketill.
