Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hazel
“Quickest tour ever.” It was the absolute best response he could’ve given me.
Of course, Lindon took me seriously. That was who he was, and I wasn’t the type of person who would treat something as important as mating as a joke. But the way he went straight into how-to-make-it-happen mode amused me.
I’d been serious. It wasn’t that. It was the way he treated it as a task that needed to be completed and made a plan. So Lindon.
I loved the house. I loved the greenhouse.
Although it probably wasn’t going to be enough space for everything I needed, it was still a whole lot more than I had now.
This place—it could be, it really could be, ours.
Could I be bothered to express any of that to Lindon?
Nope. I was too busy thinking about what was coming next, and I had no one to blame but myself.
“Well, that’s everything,” he said. “What do you want to do now?”
All the bravado fell away, and I was nervous. I told him we were going to be mating, and I meant it. But what did that mean to him? Did he think I meant marking like I did with Shiloh? I hoped not, but also, I only ever kissed him on the mouth. This was a big step.
Mark him. My wolf had opinions, and she wasn’t shy about expressing them.
“Are you okay?” Lindon took my hand. “Just because you said that earlier doesn’t mean we have to.”
He was giving me a way out, again. What a sweet man.
“No. I don’t want a way out,” I assured him. “I just…not here. Okay?”
“Whatever you want is perfect.” His wolf was as close to the surface as mine.
“Let’s run first.”
We ran to the woods and shucked our clothes then shifted, taking off side by side.
We weren’t chasing each other. We weren’t hunting.
We were just being together in our beast form.
When we reached a clearing, we started to play, wrestling, sniffing each other, rolling around.
It was fun and carefree, and suddenly, my nerves weren’t an issue anymore.
When we rolled over and I wound up on top of him, I shifted. And in turn, he shifted underneath me.
“Hi,” I said, my lips only an inch from his.
“Hi,” he mirrored.
I brushed my lips against his. He was hardening between us, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. It meant he was feeling this as much as I was. That was the encouragement I needed.
I went from a light kiss to a deeper one, my lips moving against his, kissing harder, no longer holding back or worried I was doing it wrong.
His tongue swiped across the seal of my mouth, and I opened for him. We stayed there like that, lying on the ground, me on top of him, his hard cock between us. Kissing, enjoying the taste of each other’s mouths. His hand rested on my lower back, not pushing.
But I wanted to go further.
“More,” I grumbled, and he rolled us over so he was on top, careful to have his hand underneath so I never hit the ground.
And now it was more than just kissing. Our hands were wandering.
Mine exploring his body, his exploring mine, and he shifted off me slightly.
I wanted to cry and beg him to come back, but then his hand reached between my legs, and I was no longer upset.
His fingers knew what they were doing, teasing me, entering me, showing me what was to come.
First one finger then two. And then just as I was about to beg him for more, he brought his attention to my clit, circling it, rubbing it, teasing it until I was writhing underneath him, unable to remember my own name.
I’d orgasmed before. What omega hadn’t made themselves come, but it had been nothing like this. The way it was rushing at me felt so good, my body so alive. He hadn’t even entered me yet, and I was already calling out his name.
I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him into me, marking him as I came.
“Mine,” I called out.
“All yours,” he promised.
I’d marked him, but he hadn’t marked me. I couldn’t live like that. I asked him—no, I didn’t ask him. I begged him to get inside me.
“Are you sure? This can’t be undone.”
Like I could ever want it to be.
“It’s not enough. Don’t make me beg,” as if I hadn’t already been. He settled between my legs, lined himself with my entrance, and slid into me slowly, and, when he stopped, watched my face, waiting for me to adjust to him.
I didn’t need to adjust. I needed him to move already. I took back any desire I’d had not to beg. I was going to beg and take what I wanted. There was no shame in that.
I bucked my hips. “Move. I need you to move, please, for the love of the goddess. Move already.”
He nibbled on my lower lip and then started to thrust into me, slowly at first, and then faster and harder, my body meeting his. It was like he was made just for me and I for him. It felt so good. Almost too good.
I was so sensitive from my orgasm, and every thrust brought me to new heights. And when his teeth sank into me, his body stilling as his cum filled me, and his knot growing, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.
“Mine,” he grumbled.
“Yes. Yours. All yours.”