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“Will you touch me?” I asked, my whisper almost too quiet to hear.
“Touch you?” He went completely still. “How do you mean?”
It was almost impossible to force the words out. I was old enough not to be embarrassed about what I wanted, but I couldn’t make myself say what I really wanted. For him to taste me, hold me, fuck me. Give me all the firsts I’d been denied for so damned long.
I finally managed to whisper, “Kiss me.”
“Oh, thank the moon,” he groaned, moving toward me and lifting me gently from the earth, into his arms. The scent of crushed grass rose around us as he lowered his head to mine. “I will do anything you ask, mate. For as long as I live.”
I wasn’t certain why those words made my heart race again, in fear, but then his beard was brushing my skin, his hands gently gripping me, and he was giving me my first kiss.
Chapter 8
Julian
My wolf had gone quiet while our mate slept and stayed that way after she woke. I was stunned, horrified, at her story. Even more disgusted by my own actions and idiocy.
I’d never quite forgotten the girl who’d caught me sneaking out of Occidens all those years ago—caught me, grabbed me, her hand on my skin. On the place where the magic had burned and itched the most to get out in recent months.
Where her hand lay now, bringing the pain back with a vengeance, though I wouldn’t share that with her. Because from the hesitant, uncertain way that her mouth moved under my lips, this was her first kiss, or close to it. I needed to make it perfect.
I teased her soft lips with my tongue, startling her, and she parted them with a soft gasp. I took advantage, dipping my tongue into her mouth gently, tasting her. Her mouth was as sweet as the berries I’d fed her, and the heady perfume of her arousal had my cock throbbing. I shifted, glad for the clothing I’d thrown on as she writhed in my arms. She moaned low, her fingers tangling in my hair as I stroked her back, down to the gentle curve of her ass.
Her skin was soft as silk under my hands, her glossy, dark hair tumbling around her shoulders and neck. She kept her eyes open as we kissed, and every bit of wonder and pleasure she felt was reflected in them. As ifIwere the marvel, not her. I would need to correct that assumption, worship her until she understood just how much of a miracle she was.
I pressed kisses to her cheeks and her hairline, breathing in her fresh, clean scent, taking in every shudder and breathy moan as I moved down her sensitive neck to her shoulders. There were spots that made her gasp, and I took note of each one, vowing to return to them later.
“Julian!” she gasped as I shifted lower, drawing shapes on her skin with my tongue, licking my way down to her breasts. I lifted them up to my face, my thumb flicking lightly on the nipple of one, while I tasted the sweet, pebbled flesh of the other. How did she taste of sunlight and raspberries, even there?
I groaned, wondering if her pussy would be as sweet, determined to find out. Her limbs thrashed around me on the soft ground as she responded to my touches, nonsense syllables falling from her lips when I licked and nibbled my way lower, spreading her slender thighs with my hands and burying my nose in her mound. She went still, though.
“Too much?” I rasped, lifting my head to look at her shocked face. “You asked me to kiss you.”
“That’s…” She blinked, rolling her lips inward as she thought. “I suppose I did.” She let out a soft laugh. “It’s not… too much.”
I growled and turned back to the job at hand: making sure my mate never forgot this first time together.
“Julian!” she cried out again as I parted her soft curls, then licked a long stripe from her opening to the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound. She tried to close her thighs, but I held them open. I’d waited my whole life for this moment, for this woman.
“Let me worship you, my mate. Let me taste you.”
Her hesitation was only a few seconds, but felt like years. She whispered something that sounded like, “Just once.”
I buried my grin in her soft flesh. She could pretend I was only doing this once, but I knew I would taste her, bring her to orgasm with my tongue and fingers and cock a dozen times a night, and just as many each day, for the rest of our lives. If she would let me. If she would have me.
A small note of alarm sounded in my deepest thoughts.As long as she would be safe.I pushed the thought away, reveling in this moment.
She tasted of salt and springtime, her nectar fresh and crisp, like new clover. She felt even softer under my tongue as I lapped up her juices, drinking in her soft cries as her legs began to shake in my firm hold. She gripped my hair with one hand hard enough for it to sting, tugging at me as if she wanted me to stop, then forcing my face deeper into her, like she would suffocate me with her pleasure. I welcomed death, if it came for me when I was buried between her thighs, while she moaned my name and felt nothing but bliss.
I’d had occasional lovers over the years, but it had been many years since I’d wanted to please a woman so desperately. The only other time, in fact, had been before I’d fled Occidens, when an unmated older female had offered to teach me how to be a generous lover, and not merely a well-endowed one. She’d given me lessons for two years before vanishing in the night with a group of her friends. I’d never loved her, but I was grateful now that I knew what to do, how to bring my mate to her peak quickly and skillfully.
I slid two fingers around her opening, covering my fingertips thoroughly with her wetness. Then I pressed one finger into her impossibly tight entrance and crooked it upward as I sucked a little harder at her clit. When her breath caught, I growledaround it, the vibrations thrumming against those sensitive nerves.
Her back arched, her legs tightening around my face. “Julian, I’m…” She cried out as her climax washed over her. She shook and shuddered, a long wail of ecstasy rising up to the night sky above. I gentled her down from the peak, but didn’t stop lapping at her until she collapsed back onto the ground. “Oh, Julian. I never… That was…” Her soft laughter felt like a hand squeezing my heart. When she murmured, “Maybe we could do more than kiss,” the feeling grew stronger.
Except now it was my balls tightening, my cock aching as the urge to fuck her, to claim her, threatened to overwhelm me. I held myself still. “How much more?”
Another soft laugh. “How much would you like?”
