Page 78 of Shifters Awakening

For long moments, he stared at me as though trying to commit the image to mind, his arousal clear, and then he dropped to his knees beside the bed. “I need you to understand. If we do this, I won’t think about anythingelse but you. You’ll be the only thing in my mind until we’re fully bonded, fully linked and for months after.”

“How does that happen?” I risked the question, not knowing whether I wanted to know the answer or if I was ready to contemplate what having a fated mate meant for me.

“We mate, and we mate again with a need for knotting.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder.

“Knotting? We can do that?” It sounded painful for humans, yet I couldn’t think of anything more than his mouth on my skin. I needed him to kiss my tattoo, to move from my hip to my…

“That’s what we call the moment that two fated shifters bond. Knotting only happens for a fated pair bond.” He drew a ragged breath, his desire for it apparent in the tightness around his eyes and the dilation of his pupils.

“Tell me what happens.” My bottom lip caught between my teeth.

“Physically?” He drew his hand over my forearm and then yanked it away as though he was afraid of what might happen.

“Yeah. Physically.”Dammit. Take me already, Logan!

His mouth twisted into a roguish grin. “After we both orgasm, my dick expands, and it links our bodies as our souls also link until the fating between us completes.”

“So, just like newlyweds?” I asked, trying to reframe it in a way I understood, but it all still felt like a slow-motion rejection. “Will we have loads of sex the first fewdays?”

“It’s more than that. The drive is so strong and our need will be so consuming that nothing else will matter.”

“Well, I’ve heard newlywed sex is pretty good.”

He chuckled and pressed his forehead to mine before straightening. “Sure, but this will be like newlyweds multiplied by a million with a thousand years of history, breeding, and instinct mixed in.” He grimaced. “And…”

“And?” I busied myself straightening his tousled hair. “And what?”

“And you’re a multimorph.”

“Yeah, so?”

“While we have recorded instances of the multimorph, there’s no recorded instance of a multimorph having a fated mate.”

“Yay, another first for my inaugural week as a shifter. Just what I needed.” My sarcastic tone was all I could manage in the middle of being turned down for the best fucking I had been about to have. “You know what?”

“What?”

“If I’m the first we can do whatever I want because there’s nothing to say I can’t.”

He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “That’s not how it works, Emma. We don’t know what would happen, and there’s too much on the line.”

“I’m the multimorph, and I think it should work that way.”

He smiled, a slow, smoldering one. “It means our link will be stronger because I possess the strength of an alpha and your abilities as a multimorph are that much stronger. Since I delve and you heal, two sides of asimilar talent, it’s probably going to be that much more… consuming and overwhelming.”

“Oh?”

“And I’ll be the best fuck you have ever had, Emma.”

“I believe you.” I shuddered, imagining all of the things I wanted to do to him and that I wanted him to do to me. I scooted up on the pillow and leaned against the headboard. “So, what you’re telling me is that when we have sex, it’s going to be the most mind-blowing thing we’ve ever experienced, so fantastic that we won’t care about anything except having more sex. Constantly.”

“It means that if somebody lit the bed on fire while we were having sex, we probably wouldn’t care enough to stop.”

“That’s a pretty big promise, Logan,” I said.

He bared his teeth, took a deep breath, and appeared in my mind.It’s a promise I intend to keep a thousand times over.A hundred of his fantasies flooded my mind.

“Oh, fuck me,” I gasped, drowning in sensations as my eyes slid closed and my head dropped back against the headboard. I dragged every fantasy I’d had into my mind and tried to shove them at him.

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