Altair #2
“Fuck me,” I breathed against his neck. “I know you’ve let me lead us every time, and I like that. I’ll like it again, but tonight I—I don’t want you to hold yourself back from me. I don’t want you to surrender control. I don’t need that to feel safe with you. I am safe with you.”
Never in my life or unlife had I been able to say that about anyone, but with Leo, I couldn’t doubt it.
He smiled shyly, pink tinging his cheeks. “Really?”
Silly darling. I stretched up, sliding my arms around his neck and arching my back. I kissed the corner of his mouth and mumbled against his soft skin, “Yes, really. I love you.”
The way his eyes lit up, catching the starlight through the window, and the broad smile that grew on his face, would’ve been enough to stop my heart.
“So please,” I said, “fuck me. Bite me. If I’m ever to have a mark from another, I want yours. I want you.”
Needing no further encouragement, Leo swept me up in his arms. I hopped off the floor, and he caught me so I could wrap my legs around his hips while he carried me to bed.
He tipped me back onto it and held himself with one palm pressed into the mattress beside me. “I love you too, you know.”
I laughed, slipping a hand between us. His cock nudged between my legs, already hard, and it was so tempting to demand him right away. But no—I . . . I did want this. I wanted him to give me everything, no reservations, no fear.
I wrapped my hand around him, a thrill shooting from the corners of my jaw all the way down to my cock when his eyes fluttered shut and he moaned. I stroked him, because he was a very, very good boy and deserved only the best.
“Yes,” I said. “I’d gathered that by all you said before.”
Leo grinned toothily at me. “Just making sure,” he said as he gripped my wrist and pulled my hand free, pinning it to the bed.
Now that I’d given him permission, my wolf was damnably patient in his exploration of my body.
We shimmied up the bed, him crawling after me and hovering between my legs.
Before he got where I really wanted him, he seemed determined to touch every inch of me—my arms, my calves, my thighs—everywhere but where I needed him.
It was going to drive me mad. He skimmed his fingers so lightly, dragging pleasure out of my skin until I was squirming beneath him, arching and pressing into that teasing touch.
But the most I did was touch him back, spread my hands over his warm chest, feel the hitch of his breath in his stomach.
I let him do precisely as he liked, and while there were moments when I was still nervous to let go, I knew that was me and my past. It didn’t have anything to do with the wonderful man who was lavishing all his attention on me, dragging kisses across my chest and sucking my nipple into his sweet mouth.
I wanted this, wanted him, and I knew that every time I let myself have him, it’d get easier to believe that this was my life now. I didn’t have to carry everything that had come before, at least not all the time, and not alone anymore.
When he finally opened the lube, it seemed he’d gotten his fill of teasing me. He slicked his fingers and circled my hole before he sank inside. My moan got trapped in my throat, high and needy.
Leo bent down and kissed my neck. “Still okay?”
I nodded, gasping as he slid out. He pushed back in slow, dragging his fingertip against my prostate until my thighs tensed and shook. “Good,” I whispered. “So good.”
All right, maybe he wasn’t as quick as I wanted. He opened me up slowly, taking his time, determined as he’d always been not to hurt me.
Finally, he settled between my legs, his hips pressing against the backs of my thighs while my legs were bent up and looped loosely around him.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Please.” I clung to the back of his neck. “I need you so much.”
He kissed me, his tongue sweeping hungrily past my lips as his cock pressed into me. His blunt tip spread me wide, and it was strange. How long had it been since I’d surrendered? Just let someone else . . .
Well, no one else would’ve taken care of me. Not like Leo.
I keened, reaching for him and kissing him messily as he started to move his hips. I squirmed, trying to meet each thrust, and the feel of his smile against my mouth sent me soaring.
“Bite me,” I begged.
He growled, nipping my ear. “You first.”
What vampire could say no to that? I stretched up, sinking my fangs into his skin where I’d already marked him. My mate.
Mine, everything in me pulsed with the thought of it as his blood flooded my mouth. Everything I needed—his cock, his blood, his beautiful smile—it was all right there.
I gasped, falling back against the pillow.
Leo looked down at me, dazed and happy. With his nose, he nuzzled beneath the corner of my jaw. I turned my head away, exposing more of my neck to him.
Yes, I was sure.
Yes, I wanted this. Whether it took or not, we’d know. The two of us would.
He bit me, and it was nothing like I’d expected. No pain, no tearing, just a flood of warmth rushing through my whole body.
My mate.
I gasped. My rigid body shook, and a second later, I came, spilling between us with a broken whimper.
And I swear, I felt his smile against my neck too. I felt it everywhere.
My very own sunshine wolf.