Page 22 of Mated to Fenrir
I moaned. "No, don't stop."
He shook his head, and the next thing I knew, cold air prickled my skin, and his weight had lifted off me.
I shuffled back and propped myself up so I could look at him, trying not to feel hurt by his sudden disappearance. He was standing at the end of the bed with a conflicted expression on his face.
"Fenrir?" I asked softly.
He groaned and closed his eyes. "I just need a moment," he murmured.
"What happened?" My voice cracked, and I tried not to think about how much of a bad sign it was for my fated mate to want to get out of bed with me.
He sighed and sat down, but was careful not to touch me. "I had to stop. If I didn't, I'd have bitten you."
"Oh." I lifted my hand to my neck, where his teeth had not long been.
"You and I both know that biting isn't something that should be done lightly."
I swallowed and pulled the blanket over me. "You don't want to be my mate." I knew I was being unreasonable, and that I didn't want him to bite me and seal the mate bond either, but for a brief moment, my wolf was in control, and she wanted him to do that.
"That's not what I said." He looked at me with all kinds of indecision in his blue eyes. "I don't want to rush this just because our wolves say we should. I am more than my wolf, and you are more than yours."
"True."
"When we're ready, we'll talk about it."
"Okay." There was a hint of disappointment within me, but there was also something else. An appreciation for the fact that he didn't want to rush this. I felt like I'd done that more times than I could count when it came to the people my wolf had identified as potential fated mates, and I'd paid the price for it.
"I'm sorry, I know that's not necessarily what you want to hear," he said.
"It's fine," I murmured. "I mean, it's disappointing. I thought we were having fun."
"We were," he assured me. "Or I certainly was."
"Then we should just be more careful." There was a part of me that wanted to let this go just so that I didn't have to face the rejection, but I knew that wasn't actually the right thing to do if I wanted this relationship to work. We had to learn how to trust each other, especially when it came to things like this.
"Careful how?"
"Well, you could stay away from my neck for one," I said. "And I'll stay away from yours." I might not have had the urge to bite in that exact moment, but I knew there was a chance of it.
He chuckled. "That might be easier said than done."
I shook my head and dropped the sheet from around me. His gaze immediately darkened, and I could feel his desire justfrom the way he was looking at me. It caused a hunger to rise up within me, almost completely chasing away how it had felt for him to pull away. No doubt that was partly because I could feel the desire pouring off him.
I pushed back on his shoulders until he was lying back and checked that the condom was still in place. My wolf might have convinced me that I wanted a mate, but I wasn't about to let her trick me into children when I wasn't anywhere near ready for that step.
I straddled his hips, guiding him into me. My breath caught in my throat at the feeling of him filling me. I rocked back and forth, feeling the pleasure start to curl up inside me as I moved.
His hands landed on my hips, guiding my movements but keeping our teeth far enough away from one another's necks that it felt safe. Though maybe we were just kidding ourselves on that front. It was always possible that we could get carried away and forget that we were supposed to be avoiding biting one another.
I cried out as we moved in a way that gave me pleasure that was impossible to ignore. Fenrir seemed to realise that, and his hand moved inwards until it found the precise spot that would bring me to my release. My thoughts were muddled, and I quickly felt like they were disappearing completely as the release took over. My body began to shake, and I reached down to grab hold of his wrist, hoping to keep his attention on just the right spot. If he stopped, then the pleasure would be over, and I wasn't ready for that. I wanted this to last for so much longer.
I was dimly aware of Fenrir finding his own release with me, only enhancing my own. I loved the way it felt for us to share this, and it made me want more of it.
More of him.
I collapsed onto the bed, my breathing coming ragged. "See," I murmured. "Fun without biting."
He chuckled. "And are there other things you have in mind that we can do to avoid biting?" he asked.
