Chapter 15 #2
“Later.” She rubs the head against her lace-clad opening. “You’ve edged me all day by waiting for this.”
I slip three fingers under her panties and yank the fabric loose, but not free. “I’ll buy you new ones, babe.”
She nods and continues to slide me through her slick folds, spreading her arousal over the head of my cock.
Without words, we stare into each other’s eyes as I penetrate her for the first time.
She takes me in slowly at first, every inch delicious torture as her cunt envelopes me with welcoming wet heat. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“Yes!” she mewls, dropping and taking me to the hilt, her ass resting on my thighs. Her pussy pulses as she adjusts to my size, her fingers curling on my abdomen like a cat kneading a cushion before it beds down. “So good!”
“Ride me, babe. Take your pleasure from me.”
She rolls her hips and I groan, biting my bottom lip while reaching up to play with her breasts. Her nipples pebble into tight little buds under the cups, and I pinch and roll them between my thumb and forefinger while Doralee establishes a rhythm that has my balls tightening in anticipation.
Throwing her head back, she moans while arching her back, her needy clit begging for attention.
I place my thumb against the bundle of nerves while me and my cat watch her take her pleasure from us.
She’s gorgeous, glowing with an ethereal haze surrounding her like a goddess rising above me—and while I think she’s beautiful regardless, this aura must be tied to the Fates’ gift because no one will ever call to me like Doralee.
“Oh,” she mewls as her cunt tightens around me, one of hopefully many orgasms building to a crescendo before crashing over. “Yes!”
I pull her down on top of me to claim her lips while her pussy milks me for the seed I’m desperate to spill inside of her. But I can’t yet. I won’t. Because I know the moment I do, my fangs will descend and I will have to fight my cat not to mark her.
“You are perfect.”
She pants, “You feel so good.”
“That’s because I was made for you.”
“Were you now?” she teases, pulling back to smile down at me.
“Yes, and you were made for me.” I cup her face, my thumb caressing her cheek, while I ease her into the idea of being my fated mate through pillow talk. “The Fates said so.”
“Fates?”
“My version of the gods, the universe, or cosmic forces—whatever you want to call it. Do you believe in soul mates?”
“Yes, I do. My mom always said my dad was her soulmate. Do you believe?”
“Very much, because I’m yours.”
“Really?” She grins. “Am I your soul mate?”
“No.”
Her smile falls.
“You’re my fated mate, which is way bigger in my world than a soul mate.”
“Which religion is this?”
“It’s not a religion, Doralee.” I roll her to my side, my cock slipping out of her.
Trailing my hand down her curves, I dip my head and suck her nipple into my mouth.
She drags her fingernails across my scalp, urging me on as I nibble with my front teeth, my canines elongating in anticipation.
My cat isn’t listening to me, and I hope another small taste will appease him for a while longer.
Fuck, I’ve already pseudo-marked her once, so if she hates me for it, I’m going to shifter hell, anyway.
“It’s my life. No matter how long I live, the Fates will gift me only one mate, and I’ll know the minute I scent her that she’s near.
But after one taste, I can’t live without her. ”
She hisses, arching into me as I scrape her supple flesh with my canine and scratch her again. Serum drips off my fangs, and the tangy metallic taste of her blood coats my tongue as I lick and suck. “You sound like you’re reciting scripture, or a poem?”
“I saw it written in a journal once and it stuck with me.”
Rolling her to her back, I move to her other breast, nibbling and dragging my fangs down her skin, permeating her blood with my serum, and licking and sucking her clean. Pulling back to look at my handiwork, I note only faint red marks remain because of the healing properties of my saliva.
She stares back at me. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re so bright, they glow.”
“Only for you,” I murmur and dip my head so she can’t see my canines that are longer than normal, but not full-length like they will be when I truly mark her.
“You smell good too,” she whispers as I move down her body, settling between her legs while I trail kisses over her tight belly and thick thighs.
“That’s also for you.” Blowing air against her wet pussy, I plunge my tongue deep, drinking up her arousal. My cat surges forward, desperate to be part of the action, and my fangs fully descend. Again, I scratch her, sending her into another orgasm that I didn’t have to build.
“Fuck!” Her ass jerks and back bows off the bed, causing one of my fangs to puncture her skin.
Unable to control myself, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back down to the mattress, sinking both canines into her inner thigh to infuse my mating serum deep into her veins.
Her body convulses and her pussy quivers as multiple orgasms hit her at once, stronger than they did last night.
I close my eyes, knowing I’m wrong and unable to fucking care while my cat purrs and rolls around like he’s high on catnip.
My fangs retract, and I lick the two puncture wounds clean.
Unlike the scratches, I suspect these will take a day or two to heal, and she’s going to notice as soon as she comes down from her orgasmic high.
But unlike last night, I’m not going to apologize.
Did I fuck up? Yes.
Should I have asked her first? Fuck yes.
Do I regret it? No.
She’s mine, and I’m hers, and I will do everything I have to do to make her happy.
Her body goes limp and I crawl up the bed, pulling her into my arms, my leg draped over hers while stroking her hair and pressing kisses all over her face.
“You, Doralee, are my life. You’re the air I breathe, the blood in my veins.
There is nothing I won’t do for you, give you, provide you.
You are my reason for everything I do until the day I die. ”
To my surprise, she responds, even though I thought she was unconscious. “I love you too.”