Page 14 of Polar Fates
“I’d like nothingmore.”
He rolls us over until I’m on my back and he’s above me. Luckily he’s using his arms to keep him from squashing me – he’s one big bear. He shifts backwards until his head is between my breasts. Trailing rows of little kisses over my skin, he prepares me for the coming bonding. He’s gentle, careful, loving. Every time his lips touch my skin, a shiver runs through me. On one hand, I want to tell him to stop and get on with it, but at the same time, I’m enjoying this slow lovemaking. That’s what it is. The making of love. This isn’t just sex, this is so much more. It’s a promise that we’ll be a couple, a team, best friends. That we’ll be there for each other, no matter what happens. That he is my home and I amhis.
For a moment, I remember something my mother once told me, long ago: “Home isn’t where you live, but the people who live in your heart.” But the next kiss dispels all such thoughts. All I can think of is how much I want Ràn. Not just his body, although it would be nice to feel more of him, right now, inside of me. No, also his mind, his essence, everything he is. He’s already opened himself to me today, told me about his past. Maybe, one day, I’ll be able to open up to him. I’m not as brave as him. I don’t think I’m readyyet.
Ràn begins to move downwards, his teeth grazing my skin as he slides towards my core. He’s not as slow anymore; suddenly his tongue is right on that sweet spot that makes me moan and claw the ground I’m lying on. He draws circles with his tongue; circles that send shivers through me and summon heat into my belly. He plays me like a piano, knowing exactly where to touch me to get a reaction. My groans become a concert that he’s directing, one flick of his tongue at a time. I’m writhing on the ground, losing more and more control. He’s transporting me ever closer to the grand finale, but I’m hoping he will stop beforethen.
Hedoesn’t.
I come with a cry, grabbing Ràn’s head in desperation, willing him to keep on his movements until the wave of elation has passed. But it doesn’t pass, it continues. Desire fills me, blinds me. I know what I need todo.
I sit up and draw Ràn towards me. His pupils are dilated and he’s breathing heavily, just likeme.
“Ready?” I ask him hoarsely and he nods, drawing me closer until our chests touch. My nipples brush against his skin and I can’t repress another moan. I kiss the nape of his neck, savouring his earthy taste andsmell.
He smells delicious. Irresistible. I can feel my teeth change as I open my mouth, gently biting him. It soon turns not so gentle when I can taste his blood. It should be disgusting, but right now, I could drink him dry and still want more. My Ràn. His blood, now part of me. Him in me. I suckle on his neck like a vampire, while he lifts me up and enters me, thrusting hard whenever I take another gulp of his blood. I am far more aware this time of what’s happening than with Torben. This time, I know I’m drinking his blood. I can feel the connection between us solidify. It’s like a thread is spun between us, thin and almost unnoticeable but strong and unyielding. We are merging, becoming one. The bonding ishappening.
His thrusts are getting quicker, deeper and I’m finally able to stop biting him and lean back to look him into the eyes. They are dark, full of desire. I hope mine are the same. I hope he sees how much this means to me. How important he is. How I can’t be withouthim.
He’smine.
MyRàn.
When we come together and his teeth break my skin, tasting my blood, the final piece of the puzzle slots into place. The bond iscomplete.
Mine.
* * *
I wake in a soft bed.A quick sniff tells me that it’s my bed, back at our little house. Another sniff and I know that the guys are all nearby. Good. I smile as I remember what just happened. Well, what happened... I have no idea how long I was out. I can’t remember falling asleep. I can’t remember coming back to the house either. I sit up, frowning at that gap in my memory.Strange.
I put on an old bathrobe hanging on a hook by the door and walk into the living room where the guys are spread out on the random assortment of sofas and armchairs. Most of them are from other houses; we chose what we needed from there. I’m sure the former owners won’t mind. If they’re stillalive.
“Are you naked underneath that?” Torben asks with a smile and a hungry look in his eyes. I wonder if he felt the bonding somehow, being connected to mealready.
“Yup. Got a problem withthat?”
“Not in the slightest.” His voice is a low growl, full of wanting and promises. It makes my ovaries squeal in delight. I want him, here,now.
“How did you sleep?” Ràn asks. He’s got a mug in his hands. I sniff. Hot chocolate. Mine. I prowl towards him and take the mug without asking. He chuckles softly as I empty it in three large gulps. Yummy. Then I look at Ràn. Yummy. I want him,too.
Stop it, Isla. This is a side effect of the bonding. Don’t go around jumpinganyone.
I ignore Alis and look around the room. Four men. All mine. I fumble with the cord holding my robe in place, but my hands are shaking. I need them somuch.
“What are you doing?” Finn asks, getting up from his spot by the fire. In response, I fling myself at him and kiss him wildly. He hesitates but responds a moment later. I cling to him as we kiss passionately, my tongue entwined with his, our lips glued to eachother.
Isla, you’ve got other things to do. Finding the portal, forexample.
I push Alis away. She’s annoying. I’m busy kissing. I don’t need a not-a-spirit bearinterfering.
Isla!
Alis shouts inside my head and I instinctively put my hands on my ears, even though the sounds isn’t coming from around me. But it has the intended effect: my thoughts are becoming clearer and I notice what I’mdoing.
I step back from a breathless Finn and look around. Húnn is the only one who doesn’t seemflushed.
“What just happened?” I ask quietly and wrap the robe closer around my nakedbody.
