Page 10 of Wild Fated Mate
Gavin
I didn’t deserve to touch her.
Her perfect lips were red, puffy, and parted in a way that made my cock leak. I would give anything to have her hands around me, her tongue cleaning up the pre-cum soaking my boxers.
Her pussy would look like that after I kissed her there, devoured her sweetness, made her tremble and scream my name until she was a dripping, melting mess.
Fates knew my actions had been shit, turning away from her, never letting her see me and how much I wanted her. She didn’t know me, because I hadn’t let her in.
But I could smell how much she wanted me.
I inhaled, her natural scent of citrus and vanilla warmed by the musky odor of desire.
My aching cock wasn’t enough to prove to this goddess of light that my heart was pure, even if my thoughts were dirty as sin.
I needed her, yet my efforts to protect her from me, from my bear, had been too effective. She was smart, she was sweet, but she wasn’t a pushover.
She was practically in my lap and so fiercely determined that she never noticed the way my claws descended as I gripped her.
“Explain.” Her voice was demanding, taunting, testing me. The hurt in her eyes warred with her desire. “Tell me how you want me but avoided me. Tell me how you can kiss me like you need me but won’t touch me. Won’t let me touch you.”
“You’re touching me,” I growled. “I’m touching you. We’re touching.” I didn’t know how to do this. To make it right. To admit how I felt, how I’d screwed it all up. I just wanted.
“Not the way I want.” She tipped her head to the side, her expression thoughtful, and her thick braid fell over her shoulder.
I wanted to grab that braid and pull her all the way into me. Wrap it around my fist and tug her so close there would be no space between us.
“And we’re not touching the way you want, are we, Gav?—”
“Don’t push me.” My bear was at the surface. My jaw still ached from the way my fangs broke through this morning, the way I’d been holding my bear in all day. I didn’t like the way she was assessing me. As if she could look right into my soul and see how much I wanted her. Craved her touch, her softness and light, her love. I needed her the way I needed air.
She had to stop or I would break?—
“You want?—”
“I want it all. Everything you’ve got and more than you think you can give,” I rasped out.
She sucked in a breath.
I couldn’t touch her the way we both needed until she knew, deep in her soul, how I felt.
“I am sorry, Serena. I’d tried to ignore Olivia, the way she talked about you all the time. But lonely nights in the tent, or digging trenches, the stuff she said crept in. I dreamed about you. Then second I saw you—fuck.” I was going to screw this up, judging by the look on her face. “I joined the forestry service as a firefighter because it’s how I protect my land, my family. It’s dirty, dangerous work, and I’m good at it, because I’m the same. Then I saw you, and you were perfect.”
Her blue eyes were wide, taking it in.
“I thought I had to protect you from me. From what’s inside me. I hurt you, and I did it because I wanted to protect you.” Nothing sounded more dumb, saying it out loud. “That doesn’t make sense, does it?”
She shook her head slowly.
She needed to know everything. I didn’t want to hold back now, but shifting in front of humans was risky for everyone involved. Humans had thought they were losing their mind at the sight. I had to go slow. Especially now.
“I know. I know I’ve been an asshole. I know you deserve better. I can’t help the way I feel,” I confessed.
She stiffened. “How you feel? Are you attracted to me but wish you weren’t? There’s a club for that.” She pursed her lips. “It’s not supposed to be okay to have more than just a handful of ass or thighs, or belly.”
Her bright blue eyes bored into me, drilling her words into my brain so I’d never forget them.
“I am more than ‘okay.’ I am amazing. I don’t want anyone in my life who thinks less of me than I think of myself. If that’s why you’ve avoided me, you can stop. This all ends, now.”
