Page 84 of Secrets and S'mores
His free hand moves from my breasts up to my throat. My breathing hitches as he collars my neck, gripping softly without squeezing.
Whimpering pathetically, I surrender to his control. His thumb swipes down the column of my throat while he gently strokes my core. I’m lost in each movement, the waves of pleasure of his touch rising until I’m gasping and shivering. My back arches and I press my head back against him, my vision dancing with stars. My mate’s soft voice murmurs against my ear. “You’re so perfect. I fucking love you.”
I’ve barely come down when he scoops me up and sets me on the edge of the tub. My mate dries me off and then dries himself with rough drags of the towel. I bite my lip as I watch his muscles flex while he contorts to dry his back.
“Enjoying the show?” he asks.
“It’s okay, I guess,” I quip back. With a playful snarl, he hauls me against his chest and walks us back to the bed.
Still blissed out from his ministrations in the tub, I stretch out and grin at him. “I believe I was promised an entire list of things done to me.”
Onyx’s wolfish grin rekindles my lust. “You sure you’re up for that?”
I’ve barely nodded when he lifts my hips and lines us up. Our bodies fit together so perfectly, and I find myself murmuring how much I love him while he’s buried inside of me. Murmurs turn to gasps and moans as we try new positions and angles. I’d like nothing more than to hide away with him for the next month. But after we’re both spent, I know we have to face all the unspoken worries.
But for a moment, we rest quietly. Onyx brushes my hair back so he can press kisses along the curve of my ear. His arm loops over my waist, his chest against my back, our legs folded together.
“Is there any chance I can convince you to let me be the one to fight Orion?” he asks softly.
I wish I could say yes. It would be so nice to let him face this for me. There’s plenty of good reasons to agree. But I just can’t.
“Sorry, I’ve got to do this myself.”
His breath ghosts over my neck. “Alright,” he says with a sigh. I can sense how worried he is through our bond, and I love him for respecting my choice.
Turning in his arms, I face him. His stormy eyes are full of conflict, and I can’t help but brush his hair back and run my hand down his striking face.
“I’ve got this. With you backing me up, I know we can win.”
Perhaps he can tell I’m lying, but regardless, he kisses the tip of my nose and nuzzles down into his pillow.
“I don’t think we have time for a nap before dinner,” I say with a chuckle.
His answer is a rough tug on my hips to drag my closer. I almost miss his response, mumbled into his pillow. “Just let me hold you, for a while.” Feeling treasured, I comply.
Onyx
Jasper and Marigold fetch us the next day.
Cedar answers the door, and Marigold greets him loud enough we can hear her clearly in our bedroom. Ember tucks the last few items we have into a backpack.
“Ready?”
She eyes my extended hand. I wiggle my fingers, trying to make her smile. With a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and threads her fingers through mine.
Jasper and Marigold stand in the living room, talking quietly with Cedar about pack updates. The second we come into view, Marigold lets out a gasp.
“Hey, guys,” Ember says, her iron grip on my hand betraying her nervousness.
“You’re mated!” she squeals, flinging her arms around Ember in a violent hug that pulls her away from me.
Ember’s eyes widen and anxiety bleeds through our bond. “Careful, Goldie,” I say with a chuckle, prying Marigold off my mate. She transfers to me, nonsensical words of happiness tumbling out of her as she squeezes me.
Jasper hugs his sister next and congratulates her softly while I work on extracting myself from Marigold’s hold. She spins toward my twin.
“How could you not tell us?” Marigold swats at Cedar and he raises his hands defensively.
“It was bad enough being here at the time. They’re not the most quiet pair,” Cedar grumbles, his ears turning a red that matches the blush spreading across Ember’s cheeks.
