He took my hand and twined our fingers.
“Are you feeling up for this? Your body’s been through a lot.” I could wait until he healed. This wasn’t a now-or-never situation. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to be disappointed if that was the case, but his health came first.
“I’m so up for it.” He pointed to his hardness as if that was what I meant. Silly alpha. “I want you to show the world I’m yours and bury my cock in you. Trust me, I’m ready.”
“Did you want me to mark you first?” I asked. Where did this shy Roland come from? Last time we were intimate, I just went for it, and now? Now I was nervous.
“First,” he said, lying on the bed and holding up his foot.
No decision needed.
My unicorn decided to come alert, giving me a partial shift I didn’t know I could do. It tingled and my head was heavy with my human body, but my unicorn had taken over, and I allowed it. He knew better than me what came next.
My unicorn’s horn marked my mate’s foot, not by stabbing it or a line. The horn scored a crescent shape into his flesh. I wasn't sure if it would still look like that when it healed. Only time would tell.
My beast retreated, my body now my own. His blood was the first thing I saw with my human eyes, and my first reaction was to get something to pat it dry.
His reaction was different. He pulled me down on the bed, slamming our lips together before I made it three steps toward the bathroom.
This was all new to me, and yet, just like when I blew him, my body seemed to know what to do.
Our mouths explored each other. And even though the need for more was a constant pressure, we took it slow. Kissing leisurely, thoroughly, hand on my cheek while his other one still held mine.
Bryden pulled back enough to mumble, “Mine.”
And our slow pace ran away.
Hands started wandering, tracing the planes of our bodies. The distance between us completely closed, his leg over mine, anchoring me to the bed.
“Wow.” His fingers wrapped around my cock, hard and ready. “You’re more than a handful.” It was the second time he’d commented on my size.
I wasn’t that big, but I accepted the praise. I’d already explored his body and made him come, but this was his first time doing the same for mine.
That encounter was so different from this. It had been mostly about me helping him reach his release, with my initial goal trying to make him more comfortable. And yes, the greedy side of me had wanted to taste him, wanted to see him come undone, but that was secondary.
But tonight was about expressing our connection together, strengthening the bond our marking had begun.
When I went to roll over to get on my hands and knees, he stopped me. “No, I want to look at your face when I’m inside you.”
He grabbed a pillow, put it under my hips, and sealed his lips to mine again as he brought his fingers down to my aching hole. He teased my entrance, entering me one finger at a time.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t speak.
All I could do was feel as he showed me what was to come with his fingers, moving in and out. My need ratcheted up, a moan escaping me. I’d probably worry later that I was being too loud, but I didn’t care. My orgasm was rushing forward, and then he withdrew his fingers.
“No, don’t stop,” I whimpered.
“Not stopping, omega mine, I promise.”
He settled between my legs, pushed my knees back, and then slowly entered me. When he was fully seated, he stayed there, watching my face. “You feel amazing, wrapped around me.”
“So good,” was all I could manage.
He slowly began to thrust. I brought my hips up to meet him, and we sped up, finding a pace that had both of us on edge, but not quite falling over it. Holding back my orgasm was barely possible, and I didn’t know how much longer I could continue it. “
“I’m so close,” I said, more as a warning than an encouragement. I wanted to enjoy this while it lasted.
