Page 20 of Ignited By My Mate

I groan as I roll her back under me. “Ready for me again, mate?” I whisper against her ear.

“Always,” she whispers as I make love to her again.

NINE

Lark

I don’t remember fallingasleep.

One minute, I’m wrapped around Harris, my body boneless and blissfully sore. The next, I wake up to soft morning light and the warm weight of his arm draped over my waist.

His scent clings to me—pine and firewood and him—and his chest rises and falls steadily against my back.

I should feel overwhelmed, maybe even scared, but mostly… I feel safe. Claimed. Wanted in a way I’ve never experienced before.

I shift slightly, and his grip tightens.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs sleepily, his lips brushing the curve of my shoulder where his mark now sits—tender and tingling.

I smile, even though my heart gives a strange little flutter. “Nowhere. Just stretching.”

He rolls me onto my back, pinning me with those golden eyes, and kisses me slow and deep—like he’s not ready to let me go yet.

Maybe I’m not ready either.

My body heats, and I spread my legs wider, rubbing that wet, needy part of myself against his hard length.

“Fuck, mate,” he groans as he slowly pushes inside me.

We both moan as he moves in and out at a lazy pace.

“Are you going to let me taste you?” I ask.

He swears, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, my mate. You’re going to make me come already.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I tease.

He nips at my shoulder. “I only come once you’ve come.”

I cling to him as he grips my leg, hiking it higher on his hip as he fucks me harder.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast he can get me off. I swear, he only has to look at me, touch me lightly, and I’m right there on the edge.

But right now, I want to tease him, test his restraint.

“Please let me taste you,” I beg. “It’s only fair, after all. You got to taste me last night.”

He screws his eyes up tight like he’s in pain. “Lark,” he chokes out, his hips slamming against mine. “Please, mate.”

“I’ve never done it before, but you could tell me what to do,” I say seductively. “We can see how much of your cock I can take down my throat.”

“Fuck!” he shouts.

I grin mischievously. “I bet with some practice, I could take all of it. What do you say, Harris? Want to help me practice?”

“Lark,” he grunts in warning.

He’s close to the edge, to snapping, and I’m dying to push him over.

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