Chapter Seven
“ Will you kiss me?”
Juliet saw the surprise flash in Fenris’ dark eyes, then his gaze flared with heat.
“Gladly, my beautiful little butterfly.”
He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers. Although his touch was as soft as butterfly wings, it sent a spark of heat racing through her bloodstream. They both kept their eyes open, measuring each other’s reaction. She knew he was probably searching for signs of discomfort or unease, while she just wanted to keep that connection with him.
Raising up on her toes, she pressed her lips more firmly against his.
That seemed to be what he had been waiting for.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and jerked her against him. He let out a low growl as he took the kiss deeper, and the sound vibrated through his chest and against hers. Her nipples tightened in response, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to anchor herself against him.
When his tongue pushed past her lips so it could stroke against hers, she welcomed him in and met his kiss with equal fervor. The taste of him exploded on her tongue like sweet honey and sin. Tilting her head to the side, she fused their mouths together, desperately wanting more of him.
She wanted to soak him in. To breathe the same air as him.
She wanted to touch him and explore every inch of his beautiful body.
More than that, she wanted to love him forever.
She tried to get him to move, and since he wouldn’t release her, they started doing a sort of circling dance across the floor. When they were close enough, she shoved him back into the large reclining chair. He chuckled when he was forced to sit, then he groaned as she crawled onto him and settled herself on his lap. The couch would have been much more comfortable, but it was too damn far away.
Juliet had put on a dress like her friends had suggested, but she had disregarded Melody’s suggestion and had opted to wear panties. She couldn’t miss the hard erection pressed against her core and rocked her hips against him in a testing motion. She felt the rough abrasion of his jeans through the thin barrier of material she wore and cursed the layers of clothing keeping her from feeling his skin pressed against hers.
“Wait,” he said with a groan.
“I think we’ve waited long enough,” she panted.
Highlighting those words, she reached down and lifted his tank top over his head, baring his chest for her viewing pleasure. Dropping the material to the floor, she lifted a shaking hand and placed it on his chest. Discovering that it wasn’t just his arms that were covered with tattoos but his entire torso wasn’t surprising. But it shocked the hell out of her to see her own name scrawled across his chest.
He'd always said only a besotted fool would do such a thing, but he had clearly made the choice to place her name on his flesh. He closed his eyes and shivered as she traced the lines with her fingertip.
“When did you do this?”
He pressed her hand against his heart. “It was right before you graduated from the dance academy. You were still too young back then, but I already knew I was in love with you.”
Tears stung her eyes. “I love you, Fenris. I always have. I don’t want to wait any longer to be with you.”
Fenris felt as if his heart had literally exploded inside of his chest. Pure happiness filled him, making him feel a little lightheaded. He stroked at the tears that had spilled down her cheeks, then ran his hand down her silky hair.
“I love you, too, Juliet. You are my heart, my soul.”
When she leaned in to kiss him again, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck to pull her even tighter against him. As his mouth claimed hers again, he released a low, throaty growl that almost sounded like a purr. He’d never made that sound before, but she seemed to enjoy it so it didn’t worry him.
He wanted to utterly devour her but didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity of his need. He wished he could just open his jeans, push her panties aside and let her sink down on his cock, but that wouldn’t be right for their first time together. She deserved sweet words and soft candlelight, not some feral beast who wanted to ravish her.
It relieved him that he felt no fear coming from her, though. Lifting her, he got to his feet and carried her over to the couch. His knees almost buckled as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. She felt so small and fragile in his arms, but there was a steel core of strength in her that he couldn’t deny.
He silently cursed when she squirmed against him. To regain some control, he lowered her to the couch and covered her body with his, careful not to put his full weight down on her. He stroked the hair back from her face as he stared down at her.
Fenris had fantasized about being with her for so long that it was hard to believe that it was finally happening. That she was really there with him, right where she belonged.
“You are mine.”
Her lips curved into a brilliant smile. “I am. I always have been.”
With his gaze on hers, he slowly began to raise her skirt up. Thankfully, he saw no fear or hesitation in her beautiful gray eyes, only desire and love. The scent of her desire was driving him mad for a taste of her, but that could wait. He barely had any control left, and he needed to make sure she was ready before he took her.
He made that purring sound again when he glanced down and saw her silver lace panties. Moving slowly, he slid his hand beneath the silky barrier. He groaned when he rubbed two fingers along her slit and felt the slickness of her desire for him. When she started to squirm against him, he gently pushed his finger into her liquid heat.
“Fen!”
“Let me in, my sweet little butterfly. Let me make you feel good.”
When she shifted her thighs apart wider, he took that as an invitation. He slid his finger inside her and felt her tight muscles parting to let him in. He slowly moved his finger in and out of her, then added another digit to the first to stretch her open for him. He kissed her over and over again as he drove his fingers into her harder, faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
He wanted to feel her come apart.
Wanted to feel her shatter around him while he was inside her.
But first, he needed to make her come so she would be slick and ready for him. He rubbed his thumb over her clit in small circles, driving her closer and closer to the edge. When she clung to him and felt her nails sink into his skin, he relished the small bite of pain. Her back ached off the couch as she came with a small scream, but he didn’t stop fucking her with his fingers until she stopped shivering.
Needing to taste her, he pulled his fingers out of her tight pussy and brought them to his lips. He growled as the sweet taste of her hit his tongue, and he immediately wanted more. But that would have to wait. He felt like he would die if he didn’t fuck her soon. Normally, something like that would sound melodramatic, but in this case, it was nothing but the unvarnished truth.
He’d loved her for more than half his lifetime, and losing her, even temporarily, had nearly driven him to madness. Now that he had finally gotten a taste of her, he wanted more.
He wanted everything.
She gasped in protest when he pulled away from her, then she silently watched as he tore the rest of his clothes off in a rush. When he was standing before her completely naked, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. His arms, legs, and torso were completely covered in tattoos, each design signifying an important moment or memory. More than half of them were related to her somehow, but he would have to explain all that some other time.
As she glanced down at his straining cock, he felt her gaze like a phantom caress. He carefully watched her for any signs of fear and was relieved when all he saw was the same desire he felt. She made him feel like a fucking god as she admired his body, and he knew he would never get tired of seeing her look at him like that.
When she reached out to grab hold of his thick shaft, he gritted his teeth against the pleasure her touch gave him. She slowly stroked him from base to tip, then did it all over again.
“You have an impressive body, Fenris. With your muscle tone, I bet you would be a good dancer.”
“My two left feet say otherwise. I’ll leave the dancing to you, little butterfly.” He shuddered as she continued to stroke him.
“You’re really big. I’m surprised you don’t have any tattoos down here.”
His lips quirked into a grin. “Want to put your name on it?”
She let out a startled giggle and shook her head. “Oh, no. I think having my name splashed across your chest is enough for me. Besides, wouldn’t that really hurt?”
Fenris had never considered putting a tattoo on his dick before, but Juliet already owned every part of him so having her name stamped across that particular appendage wouldn’t bother him one little bit. It would hurt, though. Even so, he didn’t completely hate the idea.
“It would, but it’s doable.”
“I don’t like the idea of you being hurt…even a little.”
Close to losing control, he pulled her hand off of him and quickly went to work removing her clothing. She giggled as he carefully draped her dress over the other end of the couch so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. He had to smile at the sound of her happiness, and he made a silent vow to make her laugh as often as he could.
His predatory gaze roamed over her naked body. Her pale blonde hair cascaded down around her shoulders, the ends curling around small breasts that were perfect for her lithe form. She was sitting with her long legs curled to the side, and he found the pose incredibly alluring despite the fact that it hid part of her from him. He committed every inch of her to memory since he wanted to paint her just like that.
When she held out a hand to him, he immediately went to her.
“I need you,” he whispered.
“Then have me. Love me, Fenris.”
“I do, and I always will.”
Pushing her back, he covered her with his big body and claimed her lips in another scorching kiss. When he settled himself between her parted thighs, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, drawing him closer. He captured her breathless moan with his mouth as the mushroomed head of his cock lodged against the entrance to her pussy. He drank down her gasp as he began pushing inside of her. He’d wanted to take it slow, but she immediately lifted her hips to take more of him into her.
“Slowly,” he cautioned.
“More,” she moaned. “I want you, Fen. Now. Right now.”
Taking her at her word, he gave her more, pushing his cock deeper until he was fully seated inside of her. He wanted to give her time to adjust to him, but there was no need. She started moving, grinding her pelvis against his as she sought out more pleasure. She had a dancer’s grace and an innate sensuality that seduced his senses, and it made it impossible for him to remain still.
He deepened the kiss as he began to move, thrusting in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. He poured all of the love and desire he felt for her into the kiss, and she gave it back to him in equal measure. His mouth trailed down the side of her neck, moving lower until he reached her breasts. Her pussy clenched around his cock each time he sucked on her nipple, then he shifted his attention to her other breast.
Shifting his position, he braced a foot on the floor so he had better leverage to thrust inside of her. She lifted her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. When he felt her pussy fluttering around his cock signaling her impending release, he reached down to rub her clit, pushing her over the edge.
She cried out his name as she came, and her pussy clamped around him so tight he could barely move. His control torn to shreds, he surged into her hard and fast. She clawed at his back as he continued to pound himself into her, racing toward the ecstasy he knew was waiting for him.
When he felt the pressure building, he desperately rubbed her clit again, wanting her to join him. A strangled moan tore from her throat as another intense orgasm struck her. Wrapping his arms around her tight, he let himself follow her into the void. He snarled as he shuddered through his own climax, filling her with hard, hot spurts of his seed. Then, he buried his face against her shoulder and bit down in the spot right next to the purple butterfly.
She was now his tava , his alpha mate.
Claimed with passion and bonded by love.