Page 73 of Whisker me Away
"Come here," he said, settling onto their bed and holding out his hand.
She came to him without hesitation, settling astride his lap with the kind of trust that humbled him completely. The position left her open and vulnerable, but instead of shying away, she met his gaze with eyes that blazed with love and desire.
"I love you," she said simply. "More than I ever thought possible."
"I love you too." His hands skimmed up her sides, marveling at the way she shivered under his touch. "My wife. My mate. My everything."
When he cupped her breasts, she arched into the contact with a soft moan that went straight to his cock. He took his time, learning what made her gasp, what made her tremble, what made her magic spark around them like living light.
"Kieran, please," she breathed when his mouth found her nipple, sucking gently before scraping his teeth across the sensitive peak. "I need more."
"I know what you need." His hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for him. "So slick for me already. So perfect."
"Because I want you," she gasped as his fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles. "Because my body knows it belongs to you."
"Just like mine belongs to you." He slid two fingers inside her, groaning at how she clenched around him. "Feel how hard you make me. How much I need to be inside you."
"Then take me," she said, lifting up on her knees. "Make me yours in every way that matters."
When she sank down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch until they were completely joined, the world exploded into sensation and color. But this time was different from their previous joinings. This time, as their bodies locked together, Kieran felt something fundamental shift in their bond.
The mating mark on her hip began to glow with golden light as he traced it with claws partially extended, the claiming bite on her shoulder pulsing in harmony. Magic surged between them with colors he could taste and temperatures he could see, theirconnection deepening into something that felt like sharing the same soul while remaining completely themselves.
"Oh god," Freya breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. "I can feel everything you feel. The way my body affects you, the way my magic calls to yours."
"It's perfect," he groaned, beginning to move in slow, deep strokes that had them both gasping. "You're perfect. The way you take my cock, the way your pussy grips me like you never want to let me go."
"I don't want to let you go," she said fiercely, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. "I want to keep you inside me forever."
His protective instincts, already strong, expanded to encompass not just her physical safety but her happiness, her dreams, the garden they'd tend together for the rest of their lives. Through their bond, he could feel her magic responding to his touch, could sense the way their joining strengthened every aspect of who she was.
"Harder," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want to feel you for days."
He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent as their shared pleasure built to impossible heights.
"You feel so good inside me," she moaned, her head falling back as he found that perfect angle that made her cry out. "So deep. So right."
"Because this is where I belong," he said, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "Inside you, with you, part of you."
When he felt her body begin to tighten around him, signaling her approaching climax, he reached between them to stroke her clit with his thumb. The touch sent her over the edge with a scream of his name that echoed through the cottage, her inner walls clamping down on him rhythmically.
The sensation of her coming apart around his cock, combined with the surge of magic through their bond, pushedhim to his own release. He came with a roar that was part human, part tiger, spilling inside her as their bond locked into its final configuration.
As they collapsed together, breathing hard and glowing with residual magic, Kieran felt his tiger purr with satisfaction so deep it vibrated through both their bodies. They were sealed as mates in every tradition that mattered, bound by magic and love and promises that would last lifetimes.
"Forever," Freya whispered against his throat, the word carrying weight that made his chest tighten with emotion.
"Forever," he agreed, knowing with absolute certainty that he'd finally found his pride of two.
They were complete.
41
FREYA
Freya knelt beside Elena in the teaching garden behind their expanded shop, watching her student carefully transplant a young moonflower with the kind of focused attention that spoke to genuine understanding. Six months of training had transformed the shy hedge witch from someone who could barely coax weeds to grow into a practitioner whose botanical magic hummed with quiet confidence.
"Remember what we discussed about root systems," Freya said gently, noting how Elena's magic responded to the plant with intuitive care. "They need space to establish themselves before they can support others."
