Page 85 of Fated
Lena sucked in a breath, fingernails carving crescent moons into his shoulders. Her inner walls quivered around him—adjusting, resisting,accepting.
Kai froze, every muscle taut with the effort of stillness. His forehead dropped to hers, their breath mingling in off-beat synchrony, sweat beading where skin met skin. His thumbs painted soothing circles along the jut of her hipbones.
“Breathe, Lena,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
Her lashes fluttered, grip easing as she exhaled, a soft moan slipping from her lips. He felt her soften beneath him, hips tilting in silent invitation. When she nodded, he eased forward with gentle care until he was fully seated inside her.
Nothing had ever felt more right.
“Goddess, Lena,” he groaned. “You feel… Your… It’s everything.”
Lena’s head fell back, hands braced against his chest, hips rocking against him as she adjusted to his size. An unbridled sound—somewhere between pleasure and claim—escaped him as she pulsed around him. Her walls drawing him deeper, holding him there.
His fingers trembled as he tucked a wayward tendril behind her ear.
Beautiful.My mate.My first.
A gift saved, perhaps by instinct—Orion knowing what Kai had denied—for her alone.
His vision narrowed to this single point in time: their bodies joined beneath the moon’s witness. Not just physical connection, but the surrender of something protected without understanding why. This belonged to them alone—beyond even Selene’s design.
Lena’s eyes opened. Her golden-brown irises caught the moonlight, locking onto his, wide with awe, vulnerability, and something deeper—something he wasn’t ready to name.
“So good,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.
An ache bloomed in Kai’s chest, pulse jumping erratically.
She was perfect.
For Orion.
Forhim.
For every part of his soul that had been waiting for this moment,thisconnection.
Kai kissed her again softly, almost worshipfully. He drank in her taste, her aura, the very shape of her against him. Rocking his hips forward, he set a slow, steady rhythm, hands gripping her waist as he guided her through the sensation of him stretching her, filling her.
Lena moaned, pressing her chest into his, legs wrapping around his hips as if to anchor him there.
His head dropped to the crook of her neck, instincts screaming to mark her, to claim her fully like he should have done the night they met. But Lena’s words rang clear in his mind:“I’m not ready for the claiming marks…”
Nails raking down his back pulled Kai from his daze. She pressed against the base of his spine, pulling him closer, deeper. Her breaths came shaky and fast, moans sweet, and raspy. And Goddess help him, he wanted to make her feel everything. He wanted her to know that this was hers.
Thathewas hers.
Kai rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. “Take your pleasure from me.” He guided her hips as he pushed inside of her. “Use me however you need… show me what feels good for you. I want to watch you fall apart on me.”
Lena rolled her hips experimentally, finding her rhythm, movements growing bolder, more confident as she stroked just the right spot. The sight of her above him stole the air from his lungs.
“Goddess, Lena,” he whispered, awe threading through his voice. “You’re a dream...” His hands stilled on her hips, drinking in the sight of her. Her dewy skin glowed in the moonlight, giving her an almost otherworldly luminescence. A flush spread from her neck up to her cheeks, lips swollen from their kisses. Her breathy moans intoxicated him, each sound more beautiful than any song he’d ever heard. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Lena’s pace quickened as she chased her pleasure, back bowing until she collapsed forward, arms bracing against his shoulders. Their gazes locked—emerald meeting gold—the heat between them threatening to consume them both. Kai felt his orgasm building but held on, desperate to feel her shatter around him first.
He lifted his head, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it gently between his lips before biting down, then soothing the sting with his tongue. Lena gasped, nails biting into his shoulders, muscles tensing, so close, so close—
Her walls clenched around him. A choked cry tore from her throat as the tight, soaked grip of her pussy sent him over the edge. With one final, claiming thrust, white-hot pleasure erupted at the base of his spine and radiated outward. His vision shattered into starbursts, the forest spinning around them as every sensation condensed to this single, overwhelming moment.
He came in pulses of liquid heat, each wave punctuated by the involuntary jerk of his hips and the fractured sound—part her name, part wolf’s claim—that rumbled up from his chest. Lena melted against him, her weight a perfect anchor as aftershocks rippled through them both. He folded her in arms that still trembled with residual pleasure, their skin fused by sweat and satisfaction, hearts thundering against each other’s ribs in chaotic harmony as they gasped the forest air.
