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“Please what?” I ask, my voice muffled against her flesh. “Please make you come again? Please fuck you with my tongue until you can’t think straight? Tell me what you want, Carla.”

“I want—I need—” she can’t seem to form a coherent thought, which only inflates my ego further.

“I know exactly what you need,” I tell her, then focus on her clit, sucking and licking while I slip two fingers into her warmth, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars.

The combination is too much for her. She comes again, harder this time, her whole body shaking as she cries out my name. I nearly come in my boxer briefs from the sound alone, her pleasure feeding mine in a feedback loop of desire.

After her second orgasm, she rolls off me and collapses on her back. I sit up, licking my lips, savoring the last taste of her. I stare at her for a long moment, taking in her flushed face, her heaving chest, the sheen of sweat on her skin. Then I pick her up and reposition her on the bed so she’s resting against me.

“Wow,” she manages to say between breaths.

“Yes, wow,” I agree with a satisfied grin. “But there’s more.”

Her eyes go wide, and I laugh, holding her close as my heart flutters. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

“Not tonight,” I assure her. “We have a very busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to see King Amir,” she says, fear creeping into her voice. “I’m afraid he’s going to tell me bad news.”

“That’s not possible because my heart beats for you, only you,” I tell her, running my hand up and down her back. “This is only a confirmation, something you need to know and hear.”

Carla nods and rests her head against me. Then, out of nowhere, she asks, “Do you sleep in a coffin?”

I burst out laughing at the question, but Carla seems to be dead serious, watching me with genuine curiosity in her eyes.

“Sometimes,” I admit with a grin.

“I don’t know how this is going to work out,” she says softly.

“I have faith in Fate that everything will fall into place,” I tell her, tightening my arms around her. “But right now, I need you to trust me.”

“I do trust you,” she says, and the words fill me with more satisfaction than any physical pleasure ever could.

I gently rub her back and ask, “How are you feeling?”

Carla doesn’t look back up at me but says, “Amazing. Like it’s the most beautiful feeling in the world.”

I gently rub her back and lick my lips, already missing the taste of her. Right now, I have to put my personal desires aside, because I don’t just desire Carla for her body. I want all of her, need all of her.

She lets out a loud yawn, then drifts off to sleep against me, her hand digging into my shirt, clutched against my beating heart. I’m not keeping her on Wintermoon. No, I refuse to have her, and our children caged off on a land full of supernaturals who don’t want to be bothered with her.

Carla stirs against me, and I hold her tighter. I lift my head and press my lips into her hair, giving her a loving kiss.

I grin and stare up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. Finally, I have her, my fated mate, and Fate has been preparing me for her for all this time, and I didn’t even know it. A sinister grin hits my face, and I chuckle to myself. I’m looking forward to when she’s well enough for us to be intimate again. She ran from me, and I can’t wait to show her just how good I am at fucking like a bear.

26

Carla

Ishift in bed, yawning and stretching my arms overhead as soft light seeps through the curtains. My eyes open, fixed on the ceiling, too afraid to glance beside me. Did he leave me again? Unease swirls in my stomach as I rest a hand over myself, feeling my heart race with anxiety.

I gasp when Amari’s cool hand wraps around my waist, pulling me firmly against him.

“I can smell your fear, Carla,” he murmurs, burying his face in my hair.

I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed at being so transparent. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be here.”

He sighs, clutching me tighter. “I know I have a long road ahead when it comes to earning your trust. But I’ll spend an eternity trying to earn it.”