Chapter 17
Fen’s kiss felt like heaven and eternity.
When their lips parted, the veil of moonlight surrounding them drew back to reveal a clearing—a perfect circle ringed by giant trees with leaves that gleamed silver.
The grass beneath Selene’s bare skin was soft as silk, and the air around her warm and windless yet seeming to shiver with anticipation.
The night forest was silent. And they were alone.
“Where are we?” Selene’s question was a reverent whisper.
Fen gazed down at her, brushing his fingertips along her cheek. “The true sacred grove. The site of union between the hunter and the chosen vessel, open only to those whom the goddess gives her blessing.”
They were both naked, pressed skin to skin, but Selene felt no shame or self-consciousness, only harmony and the sense that she existed in perfect balance with the universe. The power that had filled her during the ritual still hummed in her veins.
“This is the union?” Selene asked Fenris. “Us, in this place?”
“It can be.” He smiled, then bent and nuzzled her jaw. “Or it can be more. Nothing is required of us beyond what we desire. What we choose to offer.”
“What we desire.” Selene pressed her hips up, letting Fen know she was very aware of his hard length trapped against her stomach.
“Yes.” He groaned but kept his body still. “Tell me what you want, Selene. I will give you anything you ask for.”
She knew what her deepest desire was, what every fiber of her being cried out for, but one question remained. “We are the hunter and the chosen vessel, but are we still us?”
He laughed softly. “Does it feel like we’re still us? Do you know who you are? Who I am?”
“Yes.” She smiled up at him. “I know who we are, Fenris.”
“You have your answer, Selene,” he said.
“Then I want everything.” She lifted her hand to caress his face.
His lips brushed her temple. “The goddess has truly smiled upon me this Beltane.”
Fen cupped the nape of her neck, his fingers diving into her hair as he captured her mouth in a lush kiss.
His tongue stroked over hers, and he tasted like smoke and honey.
She drew his lower lip between her teeth and bit down gently, reveling in his instant response.
His kiss became more frenzied, then he broke away only to lick and nibble along her jawline, to suck at her throat.
His palm molded to her breast, teasing its weight before his fingers toyed with her nipple. Rolling, tugging. Heat arrowed from his touch, surging through her body to stoke a fire in her core.
Selene writhed beneath him as his lips and tongue mapped a path from her collarbone to her breast, where he paused to draw her nipple into his mouth.
Wet heat surrounded her sensitive flesh, and he drove her mad with slow licks and deep pulls that hollowed his cheeks before he released her breast to rain kisses upon her abdomen, along her hip.
She lifted her head, eyes locked on him, mesmerized as he nuzzled the tight curls between her legs, breathing deeply. His hands gripped her thighs, pushing them wide. A low steady growl rumbled from him, and he gazed at her exposed sex as if he wanted to devour her.
And then he did.
A moan escaped her throat as Fen’s tongue speared into her, his face buried in her sex.
She writhed with each slow thrust into her core.
He withdrew, and she ached to be filled again, but by more than his tongue.
He licked and laved her sensitive flesh, taking his time, savoring her until she was panting and mewling.
When he lifted his head, his eyes sought hers.
Whatever he found in her gaze made him smile slowly.
He leaned down and tongued her clit. Selene’s hips bucked, and she cried out his name.
Fen tightened his grip on her now trembling thighs, keeping her spread for him and pinning her to the earth as he continued his exquisite torment, lashing her with his tongue, then suckling.
Sensation layered upon sensation, bringing her up, up.
Oh god.
She crested on a ragged sob, pulsing with release. Fen stayed with her, easing her down with gentle licks and languid caresses. She was still shaking with the intensity of her climax when he kissed his way up her body and stretched out beside her.
“You taste even better than I imagined, Selene.”
A breath shuddered out of her along with his name. “Fenris.”
She knew he wasn’t finished. Neither was she.
Fen levered himself over her. She felt his cock, long, thick, and so hard, pressing into her hip.
Selene turned slightly, creating enough space so she could reach down and grip him.
She reveled in the contrast of his satin skin and the iron rigidness of his erection.
Fen groaned as she stroked him. His breath hissed out when she ran her thumb around the head of his cock, teasing the slit.
He thrust into her grip as his hand found her breast. She made a small noise of pleasure, and he kissed her hungrily.
She became a creature made only of wanting, of need.
Her blood poured hot through her veins, settling low in her body, another pleasure peak rising.
Fen’s fingers and mouth teased and demanded, driving her body into a frenzy of need.
She released his cock and ran her hands down his back.
Her fingers dug into his hips and ground the hard line of him against her pelvis.
She’d never felt desire like this, so sharp it was almost painful.
“Please.” The word came out trembling.
He drew back. His eyes were dark, alive with desire as he watched her.
“Tell me what you need.” He spoke quietly, his voice rough, as his fingers traced the shape of her lower lip.
“I need you,” she breathed, arching up, trying to draw him inside her only to have him grasp her hips and hold her still.
He smiled and moved his other hand between her thighs. She cried out when his fingers stroked the silken heat he found there.
“How do you need me?”
His fingers moved again and drew an answer she’d buried in her very soul. A truth she feared but couldn’t deny. The reason she’d given herself fully to the ritual.
“Fill me,” she gasped amid the relentless strokes of his hand. “Make me yours.”
A growl, deep and possessive, vibrated against her. “Yes.”
His hand slid under her hip. He tilted her pelvis up and reached between them to notch the wide crest of his cock at her entrance.
She moaned and rocked against him, whimpering as the tip breached her slick heat.
He growled again and thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt and holding himself there.
“You are mine, Selene,” he murmured against her lips. “Feel me claim you.”
Their bodies moved with a steady rhythm that started slow, so careful it was almost excruciating.
He drew the length of himself from her and pushed in again, deeper, harder.
Her body shook, coming alive with fire and starlight that chased each other along her skin.
The pace of his thrusts became faster. Seizing her hips, Fen dragged her lower body up as he rose onto his knees, still deep inside her.
When he drove into her, the new angle stroked his cock over a secret, perfect place.
Her inner muscles clenched, her body bowed, and she was crying out with her release.
Fen’s body stiffened, the pistoning of his hips grew wild, and she heard him shout as he reached his own climax.
He collapsed, rolling them onto their sides, limbs still entwined and skin glistening with sweat.
They lay quietly, moonlight pouring over them.
Then Fen kissed her softly. Then not so softly, and she felt him harden inside her.
“Again?” he whispered.
Selene tightened her arms around him, rolling onto her back, urging him to follow. When he was looking down at her, eyes full of tenderness yet dark with lust, she smiled.
“Again.”