Page 15 of Wild Fated Mate
I used the liquid gushing from her pussy, rubbing my thumb over her clit, the tight nub pushing back at me. My fingers pumped in and out, the challenges of the tight space between us, the awkward angle from being tied together no deterrent to making my mate come.
Her already tight channel clamped like a vise, and I grunted with the effort to keep the pace smooth and claw-free as I pulled my fingers up to hit the spot she needed.
Serena’s eyes met mine, wide and bright.
What I saw made me tighten my jaw with the effort to hold on to my own orgasm. This was more than sex, this was a mating of two souls. And hers was in her eyes, shining with the same love I had in mine.
Her free hand was in my hair tugging and pulling me down.
My fangs descended as I ran my beard along her jaw to her throat, kissing, licking, and nipping on the way to the tender flesh where her shoulder met her neck.
She rocked harder against me, her cries of pleasure getting louder, her grasp on my body and my heart gripping tighter. It was time to make this real, to go all in.
“That’s a good girl, let go for me, Serena,” I said. As she started to explode, my bear surged forward, my fangs piercing her creamy skin, my need to mark my mate locked to the way her body shattered around me.
She screamed my name, and I held her tight to me as she shuddered in my arms.
I licked at the shallow bite marks, twin dots of red that would heal within minutes. The permanent mate mark went deeper and took longer to heal. This was more of a promise of the mark to come.
7
Serena
I held on to Gavin like I was swirling in rushing river rapids, and he was the only thing keeping me from going under. I had never come like that before in my life. I had nothing to compare it to, and never would again.
Serena, love,” Gavin rumbled against my chest.
Love. There was nothing more certain in my heart. I loved Gavin. It was too much, too soon, and yet, right on time.
I could admit to myself I’d been in love with the idea of him before we actually met, otherwise his rejection never would have hurt the way it did. But maybe that wasn’t fair to either of us. It was one thing to build up someone, but another to accept them as real people. It didn’t change his behavior the day we met last year, or each time we encountered each other since. He had been cold and rude. But what if I hadn’t made him into a fantasy soul mate? It still would have stung, but I would have handled it differently. The Gavin in my head had been perfect. I accepted the imperfect man who held me now, with my eyes wide open.
My soul knew he was my forever. Carissa and Carrigan never said Gavin was participating in the charity. And no way did any part of my rational brain think this gruff man would do it. Yet, part of me hoped.
That same part could tell there was still something else he was holding back, something he was afraid to tell me. Somehow, it just didn’t matter. I had never been more sure of anything in my life, and that wasn’t just the orgasm talking.
I didn’t need to know everything about him, to know his heart. It was right there for me to see. The love he had for me was shining in his eyes the whole time he fucked me with those broad fingers. The way he looked at me as he cracked a wide palm across my ass, and in the way he told me I was a good girl when I told him what I liked.
Who knew getting mad and speaking up could be so rewarding?
But maybe this was the right time for us, and the hand fasting was always meant to be our moment.
His eyes blazed into mine. “You are perfect for me. You were made for me. I was a damn idiot for holding you at arm’s length when I could have had you in my arms all along.”
He tightened his grip on me.
“I love you, Serena.”
His voice was strong and sure. And I felt the same way.
“I love you, Gavin.”
His arms never let go, but I felt him relax, as if he’d been expecting another answer.
“Even if Olivia hadn’t told me all about you, or the girls hadn’t talked about you non-stop, I would have fallen in love with you the second we met.” He said it with such authority.
“So what happened?” Oops. This was a special moment, intimate and vulnerable, and I still asked. “It feels like there’s more?—”
“I have to show you, and I can’t do it here. We’ll go to my cabin.”
