Page 33 of Mated to Fenrir
Chapter 14
DELIA
My hands were shaking with anticipation as I unlocked my flat door and let us inside. All I'd been able to think about through our main course was this moment, and what it would be like to seal the mating bond between us. I knew none wolf shifters might think that it was too early for us to be doing this, and they were probably right about that. But considering the response of our inner wolves to one another, it was a miracle we hadn't done this sooner, especially after we'd spent a couple of nights together.
I put the bag with our desserts in it on the kitchen table along with my handbag, fully intending to come back and get them afterwards.
"Last chance to back out," I said to Fenrir.
"Not happening," he responded, reaching for me and pulling me close. "If you want this, then I do too."
"I want this," I whispered.
"Okay."
I took his hand and drew him into the bedroom, feeling both more and less frenzied than the first time we'd done this. Therewas a part of me that was desperate to feel his hands on my body again, but I also didn't want to rush anything, not when this was a night we would want to remember for the rest of our lives.
Fenrir leaned in and captured my lips in his, a tender kiss that was full of the promise of what this bond could be.
I broke the kiss and looked up to meet his gaze. "I want this," I whispered.
"Me too," he responded.
"Good." I touched his cheek and stepped back, allowing me to have some space to get undressed. My wolf was behaving within me, no doubt because she knew she was about to get what she wanted.
He laid me back on the bed and kissed my throat, making my pulse race and the hope bloom up within me that he was about to bite. But he had other ideas, and continued his path lower, grazing his teeth over my nipples and sending shoots of pleasure straight between my legs.
I parted them, knowing what he was planning on doing, and even if it was going to delay the bite that I wanted, I wasn't about to pass up on the pleasure he could bring me.
His breath fanned against my centre, and I let out a moan, which only urged him on. Slowly, he started tracing his tongue over my most sensitive spot, causing the pleasure to curl up within me. It hadn't taken him very long to learn all of the best ways to get my pleasure going.
I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him to continue. He hooked his arms under my legs and drew me closer, the new angle making me cry out. If he kept going like that, then I was going to...
A loud moan escaped from me as the pleasure took over and my whole body began to shake. He didn't stop paying me attention, prolonging the release until I was spent.
He looked up, meeting my gaze with a knowing grin written all over his face. "I'm never going to get tired of seeing you respond like that."
"Mmm." It was the only thing that I was able to formulate at this moment. "I can do...for you."
He chuckled. "Later." He reached out to the bedside table and helped himself to a condom. "Right now, I want to be inside you."
My breath caught in my throat. "And?"
"To bite you." He leaned back against the headboard and gestured for me to join him.
Anticipation grew within me at the thought of what was about to happen. None of my past fated mates had a biting like this with me. They'd all been spur-of-the-moment, not thought through at all. This was different. It was planned, and something I'd been thinking about and anticipating all day.
Even though Fenrir wasn't touching me yet, I felt the pleasure start to build again. The anticipation was just making it too much to ignore.
I straddled his hips, lowering myself onto him and moaning as he filled me. I cupped his face in my hand and looked down at him, our lips barely an inch apart. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath me, and it only made me want this more.
"Mine," he growled against my lips. His gaze burned into me, heating every part of me in a way I hadn't experienced before. Not even from the others I'd thought could be my fated mate. I wasn't sure what about this time was different, but it certainly felt it.
"Yes," I whispered in response, the word coming from me before I could even consider whether it was a good idea. But of course it was. Maybe I wasn't thinking about it inthismoment, but I'd been thinking about it all day.
I kissed him deeply, rocking myself back and forth until it became harder for me to concentrate on both activities at once. I broke the kiss, and he used the gesture to move to my neck. His teeth grazed against my skin, only heightening my senses as they broke the skin.
My wolf howled within me, becoming one with me in a way that normally only happened when I was shifted. This was only half of the process, but it was a good step towards what I wanted.
