Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
But first, I owed her another bonding gift before we completed the blood bond. Forcing my lips away from her was like trying to stop the Yukon, but I managed, just long enough to lead her through the bedroom and attached bathroom. It was oversized compared to the rest of the cabin, but given its purpose, it was perfectly suited.
The shower had three heads, a steam enclosure, and the separate tub was big enough for two. A mirror stretched from the top of the long, marble counter up to the ceiling, reflecting our flushed faces back to us. Her gown was askew from her flight through the woods, but I liked it. She looked wild, like my own personal forest sprite. The way her breasts pressed temptingly against the deep blue fabric urged me to hurry up already and taste her.
Now that I’d had the flavor of her on my tongue, I was ruined for any other dessert. She was finer than the finest wines, and sweeter than any cream a pastry chef could dream up.
Patience, Kane.
I turned the tap on the tub, letting warm water flow and adding a generous pour of lavender-scented bubbles underneath the stream.
“You want to take a bath, first? I kind of thought we might just…” Her cheeks turned adorably pink, and I leaned forward to kiss the tip of her nose.
“My darling, I get the feeling you’re trying to get me into bed.” I gave her my most scandalized expression, and she giggled.
My brilliant, stunning doctor. Giggling like a teenager. I liked every side of her, and I coveted them all.
“I thought you might like to bathe after. There will be blood, and I want you to be able to get comfortable, if you’re sore.”
“Oh. That’s incredibly thoughtful of you. Is this the gift? I accept.” She pressed a kiss to my cheek, and I held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. So sweet, so innocent. Everything I never knew I so desperately needed.
“No, this isn’t the gift. This is just me loving my mate. Seeing to her every need.”
She caught her breath at the words, and I ran my fingertips over her parted lips. Damn, she made it hard to concentrate.
“What is it?”
“You said loving… you just haven’t said the words yet. I know it’s been fast, but…” She bit her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth in a very distracting manner.
“I thought I’d shown you, my heart. You are everything to me. The air I breathe, the blood in my veins. Without you, there is no me.
Of
course
I love you, more than life itself.”
Tears gathered on her thick, dark lashes, and in that moment, I realized the gravest mistake I’d made yet. In all the ways I’d shown her I cared, I hadn’t understood that she needed to hear the words.
“I love you,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you,” I said again, dropping down to sear a kiss to her clavicle.
“I love you today,” I whispered to the creamy flesh of the tops of her breasts, my hands coming to the laces at the back of the dress, pulling them slowly. “I’ll love you even more tomorrow.” I nibbled her ear as the dress began to gape away from her perfect breasts.
I lifted her easily, setting her on the counter, and began peeling the dress down with slow, measured movements, letting it puddle at her waist. She wore a matching blue corset underneath, her breasts high and needy, pressing against the lacy fabric and begging for my touch, my tongue.
Letting my finger trail down, I traced the edge of the fabric, reveling in the feel of her silky-smooth perfection.
“I will love you every day, every minute, every second of eternity.”
She gasped, and I let both hands come forward, cupping her stunning breasts in my hands, lifting them free for my mouth. I played with one nipple lightly with my fingertips while I lavished attention on the other with my tongue.
Brielle moaned and leaned back, letting her bare shoulders press into the mirror. Her eyes fell closed, her knees spread wide to make room for me. I took every inch, loving the way her warmth enveloped me, consumed me.
Her arousal was thick in the air, and I quickly peeled the dress the rest of the way off her, leaving it in a pile on the bathroom floor. She helped me with the corset, pulling once, and an entire row of hidden clips came free, leaving her bare for me.
Goddess, she was perfection. I trailed down her flat belly to her mound, covered only by a thin scrap of blue silk. It matched her mate marks. The sight would stay with me for the rest of my days. Her curls were wild from my hands, her eyes desperate for more, and the wanton way she opened for me… How did I get so lucky?
I shredded the lacy thong, tossing it aside and pushing her thighs wide, giving myself full access to her gleaming wet pussy.
FORTY-THREE
Brielle
Iarched and moaned when his mouth hit my overheated flesh. Goddess, the man was so skilled, he knew what I needed before I did. The sight of him bowed before me, his broad shoulders under my thighs as he devoured me was intense, but I didn’t close my eyes. I wanted to hold on to every second, sear it into my memory.
Then his tongue circled my clit, and my eyes fell closed, my shoulders digging into the cool, smooth mirror behind me. The scent of lavender from the bubble bath faded, overwhelmed by the spicy, delicious scent of his cinnamon and citrus as he nipped and kissed and pulled me into oblivion. The world around us narrowed to a point, just him and me, here in this moment.
“Kane, I need more… I need-” Words failed me as he looked up, his eyes burning brightly with his wolf.
He never took his mouth off me, but slid his fingers up, working me on his fingers as he sucked harder.
The orgasm overtook me in an unexpected rush. I screamed, his name a one-word chant on my lips as he continued working me with one hand. When my eyes opened, he was there, bracing himself over me with the other hand, and his chin glistening with my arousal.
“You milk my fingers so good, sweet girl. Are you ready to milk my cock like that?”
I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders and pressing hot, openmouthed kisses along his throat until I hit the collar of his shirt. How was he still fully dressed when I was a naked mess? That wouldn’t do.
I snatched the collar open, sending a couple of buttons flying free. His chuckle was dark and pleased, and he took over unbuttoning the rest as I fastened myself back to the side of his throat. When I reached the pulse point where his neck met his shoulder, I sucked hard, letting my fangs scrape over his skin.
He growled, low and teasing, and the vibrations on my nipples nearly pushed me into another orgasm.
“Don’t stop. I like the feel of your teeth on me.” His voice was all gravel, and I loved knowing that
I did that to him. I was the one unraveling him, breaking down his carefully crafted alpha facade, one thread at a time.