Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
Any scrap, any crumb she would give me, I would gladly accept it until she was ready for more.
“You don’t have to prove anything, Kane. I believe you. I just hate this, hate that I’m forcing you-“
Her words warmed me, a flicker of hope blooming in my chest. Her trust was a gift I wouldn’t squander.
“There’s more, Brielle. I don’t think your sickness is physical.”
She froze, looking up at me with a confused furrow in her brow. “How on earth could a sickness be anything besides physical, Kane?”
“Think about it. You’re a doctor, an incredible healer, and you’ve had years to study this and haven’t found anything, right?”
“Right… but for a lot of that time, I didn’t have any symptoms. Now that it’s intensifying, I’ll have a better chance of isolating the cause.”
“Sure, but when you shifted, I saw something. Something was off with your magic, right before you collapsed and shifted back.”
“What? What did you see?”
I explained the greenish magic and the witchy tint, as if something was oozing off her, draining into the earth. The shocked look on her face grew until, by the end, her mouth was hanging open, those perfect pink lips taunting me. So close, and yet, so far. My dick pulsed against the too-tight fabric of my boxers, demanding to be let loose to sink past those heavenly lips into the wet warmth of her mouth.
“How has no one ever seen that before? I’ve shifted in front of the pack multiple times over the years, but no one has ever suspected anything with my wolf. I’ve always assumed it was a weakness of the human side, something faulty in my genes.”
“There’s nothing faulty about you or your genes. You’re perfect, and whatever this is, Reed’s got a call out to a shaman who might be able to help.”
Her mouth popped open again. I gently reached up, and ran a wet fingertip over her lips, unable to avoid the temptation another second. She had me keyed up like a live wire, my entire body one big, frayed, electrical pulse of need.
The shocked “Oh” melted into a blissful sigh, her eyes fluttering closed under my wandering finger. She was soft, plush, and a thousand times hotter than the focal point of any wet dream teenaged Kane had ever had.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, the question slipping past my determination to stay quiet.
“Yes.” The word was so small, but meant so much.
“Do you still want to reject our mate bond?” That question burned like acid as it left my lips.
She hesitated for only a second and then shook her head. Joy soared in my chest, right alongside a new determination to prove to her that it was the right choice.
“Will you let me love you, Brielle? Let me show you what we’re capable of together?”
She bit her bottom lip between straight white teeth, and my fangs descended so fast at the sight that they nearly tore through my bottom lip.
Hot.
Damn.
Was that how it was with all fated mates? The smallest action, and I nearly came undone? My beast demanding I take her, mark her, mate her?
I’d never experienced anything close to this level of intensity, in all my thirty-three years.
“I won’t take anything that you’re not ready to give, I promise. I only want to make you feel good, take care of you. After watching you collapse… my wolf craves you. The taste of your sweet nectar on my tongue as I lap you up, make you come undone under my lips and tongue.”
She shuddered, a hot flush rising to her cheeks at my suggestive words.
“Yes.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
Brielle
One second, I was practically self-combusting just from his words, neck-deep in a hot spring. The next, he scooped me out of the water and planted my butt on the warm flagstone rim of the spring. My calves and feet were still dangling in the water, and then I couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that his mouth was on me. My neck, my chest, covered by his lips. His tongue trailed down the strap of my bikini top, and my head fell back, arms barely holding me up at the onslaught of sensation.
Every single touch was a direct connection to my clit, and I knew my bikini bottoms were soaked with way more than just water from the springs.
I didn’t have time to dwell on my reactions, though, because he was in constant motion. Teasing the edge of my breast peeking from the cup of my black bikini. Skimming his hands over my ribs, urging my hips closer, closer, just to the edge of the rock I was seated on.
His broad waist pushed between my knees, spreading me wide and leaving me feeling exposed, despite the tiny scrap of spandex between my pulsing core and his muscle-corded abdomen. When he pulled himself flush against my core, I almost climaxed just from the heat of him there, pressed tight. The damp bikini bottoms added a delicious friction, and I was on the razor’s edge of pleasure in a flash.
His kisses trailed down between my breasts, over my navel, and, after a quick pause to press a reverent kiss against my blue mating marks, he laved the edge of my bikini bottoms with his tongue, and my elbows almost gave out. He somehow sensed it, because one second his hot hands were sending delicious spirals of heat over my skin, the next he was cradling my head and shoulders, lowering me down to the stones. He jumped out of the water with lithe grace, crossed the distance to the bench in two swift strides, and then tucked his T-shirt underneath my head before slipping back into the water, positioning his shoulders back between my knees, widening me even further.
Kane’s mouth trailed up from my ankle, up the inside of my calf to the tender spot behind my knee, his hot tongue there making me arch up off the stone with a moan. He rumbled at the sound, the vibration riding up my legs and adding to the overwhelming tornado of
Kane. As his lips reached my inner thigh, I trembled with desire, an orgasm already building even though he hadn’t touched my core yet.
He paused, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath, panting right over my pubic bone, fingertips trailing along the edges of the tiny bathing suit bottoms between his mouth and my soaking flesh.
“This is your last chance to tell me to stop, if that’s what you want…”
Shocked, I levered myself up on my elbows. His face was deadly serious. Desire burned in the depths of his eyes, but I had no doubt he would respect my wishes if I asked him to stop, even this close.
“Don’t you dare.” A sexy-as-sin grin curled at the corners of his lips as his fingers hooked into the bikini bottoms. He kept eye contact with me as he peeled them down, oh so slowly, making my breath catch in my throat.
I was spread wide, and as he backed up to pull the bottoms down over my knees, I knew I was on display for him, my mate. Still he didn’t look away, his wolf’s eyes shining through. And there, on the edge of the pool, fully bare before him, my wolf reawakened. I gasped in shock at the sensation.
She’d never woken so quickly after a shift. Usually, it took weeks of emptiness before she was strong enough to return to me. But here in our mate’s arms, I could feel this siphoning sensation between us, as if she knew he was near and was gaining strength from him, from our physical connection.