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“Foolish. Running like prey to my den,” he growled. He grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. She laughed and kicked, not hard enough to indicate this was anything more than a game. “I want my kiss.”
She rolled onto her back; her hair spread out around her like a halo. He stood at the edge of the bed, between her knees. She moved to sit up, but he pushed her down again.
“I’ve kissed your mouth. I want your cunt,” he said. She gasped, then nodded.
Lorran undressed his mate with clumsy fingers, fumbling with buttons and metal zippers that had to be tugged down. He growled in frustration, wanting to tear the fabric.
“Don’t you dare,” she said, as if reading his thoughts. She batted away his hands and undid her trousers, lifting her hips to shimmy out of them. “These are my favorite jeans, and I know you know how zippers work.”
Gray panties. The oversized ivory sweater obscured them, so Lorran lifted the sweater to better admire the way the gray fabric swelled and stretched over her hips. The view from behind was probably just as nice.
He rolled her over to verify. Yes, very aesthetically pleasing.
Hooking his fingers into the fabric, he peeled the panties down, revealing her luscious ass. Impulsively, he kissed the round flesh.
Wyn jolted and twisted her hands into the bedsheet. “Warn a girl, huh?”
He spread her feet as wide as they would go, panties pooling at her ankles. She lifted her hips up, presenting her lovely cunt.
“I face an interesting dilemma,” he said, cupping her cunt with one hand. “Do I taste my mate now like a greedy male?” His fingers stroked her silken folds. “Or do I undress my mate and savor all her beauty? Such choices. I am a fortunate male.”
“No bad decisions there,” she said, gasping as his fingers probed her hot, tight channel.
He pumped his hand, relishing the sight of her stretch around his digits and wanted to know how she would look, and sound stretched and stuffed full of his cock. He added two fingers, then three, until he felt her thighs quiver. When he withdrew, she spun around and watched him lick his fingers clean.
“Delicious,” he said, voice rumbling. “I would see all of you.”
She sat up, kneeling, and raised her arms. He lifted the sweater and threw it to the ground. The band of the brasserie fell away. His mate was nude, waiting for his kiss. For him.
“What is that?”
Wyn
Wow. Mood killer.
Wyn slung an arm over her chest and turned. “What? My tattoos? I told you I had two of them.” She didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but maybe it was cultural, like accepting food implied an intimate relationship. Maybe the Mahdfel got all weird about women with tattoos.
He turned her back around, his large hands moving her gently.
Or was it her love handles? Oh, God. Did she have rolls of back fat? She never really got a good look at her back in a mirror.
“Your magpies. Two for joy,” he said.
Wyn ducked her head down and smiled. He remembered.
“May I touch them? The design is impressive.”
“Yes, and thank you. I drew them myself.” She gave the tattoo artist her sketch of two magpies, both in flight and facing each other. The bodies of the birds were composed of a swirling design, small and repeated. Soft swathes of blue ink colored the feather, and the white feathers remained empty, negative space.
Lorran’s fingers traced the outline of the magpies on her back left shoulder. “Remarkable. Shrug your shoulders.” She complied. “They move as if in flight. This is highly skilled.”
She glowed from the compliment. “Thank you. Took hours and hours.” Despite the relatively small size, the detail took time to fill in.
“Does this mark an occasion?” he asked.
“An occasion? Not really. I got them after I graduated from school.” Wyn had wanted the tattoo for a long time, since she was a teen, but knew her parents would never pay for something like that. After graduating, she saved from her paychecks to afford the tattoos. It was her treat to herself.
“They are lovely, but only a fraction as lovely as you,” Lorran said, pressing a kiss to the magpies. “But now I demand my kiss.”
