Page 38 of Whisker me Away
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, pulling his face to hers. “I need to feel all of you.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. He wanted her with every cell in his body, but more than that, he needed her consent. Fully. Freely. Without the haze of power or pressure.
“Yes,” she said fiercely. “I want to go forward with you. No fear. No hesitation.”
Her legs opened in invitation, and he positioned himself carefully, bracing his weight as he guided his tip to her slick entrance.
“I love you,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”
“I love you too,” she whispered, holding his gaze as he pushed forward.
He slid into her slowly—inch by inch of blazing, velvet heat that pulled a groan straight from his soul. Her walls gripped him, welcomed him, pulled him deeper until their bodies were fully joined. And then they just breathed. Still. Close. Shaking.
Her hands curled into his back. “You feel so deep…”
“You’re so tight,” he rasped, eyes locked to hers. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
He stayed still inside her for a long moment, trembling with the effort to hold back. Her magic curled around his like vines,tethering him with something gentler, more sacred than he’d ever felt before.
“Freya…” His voice cracked. “You’re everything.”
“Move,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
He began to thrust, slow and deep, each movement deliberate. Not just fucking. Worshipping. He kissed her as he moved, whispered her name between gasps, let her feel every ounce of care he had been afraid to show before.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her nails scored down his back. And still, he held himself back, trying to make it last, to burn this memory into both their souls.
“You’re mine,” she whispered against his jaw. “Not because of the bond. Because I choose you.”
The words nearly undid him.
He reached between them, found her clit again, and stroked in time with his thrusts. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry.
“Come for me again,” he said roughly. “I need to feel you fall apart around me.”
She did—harder this time. Her body clamped around him, magic bursting like a flare. Her cry echoed into the trees, and the sound of her pleasure dragged him over the edge.
He came with a shuddering growl, spilling inside her as he buried his face in her neck, holding her like a lifeline. Her warmth. Her magic. Her love. It filled every hollow place in him.
But still—he didn’t bite. Didn’t mark.
Because this was her choice. Always her choice.
And loving her meant waiting—for as long as she needed.
They lay entwined afterward, breathing hard and marveling at the new depth of connection between them. Freya's magic had settled into peaceful harmony with his, creating a warm glow that made the air around them shimmer like heat waves.
"The bond," she said wonderingly, her finger tracing the scar that bisected his eyebrow. "I can feel your contentment, your tiger's satisfaction. It's like we're two halves of the same whole."
"We are." He caught her hand and pressed it flat against his chest, over his heart. "Fated mates, bound by something deeper than choice.”
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, watching the stars reflect on the lake's surface while their combined magic painted aurora-like colors across the water. The night was perfect, peaceful, the kind of moment that felt stolen from time itself.
"I want you to know that you always have a choice with me," he promised. "About the bond, about the future, about everything. I'll never pressure you into anything you're not ready for."
"Even the claiming bite?"
Kieran's tiger stirred with interest at the mention, but he kept his voice steady. "Especially that. When you're ready, if you're ever ready, you'll let me know. But there's no rush, no pressure. What we have right now is enough."
