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“Easy, my fire. I’ve got you.” He rolls to the side, gathers a handful of cream, and slicks it up my inner thighs. “I have to get you ready for my knot.”
I nod, even as my hands pull at him, silently begging for more.
He pumps another fistful of fluid, his thick fingers pushing it into my core in a flash of sensation that makes me moan.
“That’s it. Getting you ready for me.” He strokes into me. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“Please.” I’m trembling, hovering on the edge again. I tug at his shoulders, needing him on me, in me, filling this empty ache that grows by the second. “Please, Rune.”
“My fire, my mate.” Rune rolls on top of me and kisses me again, deep, drugging kisses that leave me molten with longing. His hips press forward, the large head of his erection teasing my entrance as he rocks into me slowly, so slowly, stretching me wide.
My heart races, every breath rich with his scent of pine and musk. My knees raise, my feet hooking onto the back of his thighs as I strain upward.
But he won’t be hurried, keeping up the slow assault on my senses, so that I feel every delicious inch of his impressive length.
Finally, gloriously, he fills me completely, bringing us together as he plunges deep. “I love you, Autumn,” he groans.
My orgasm crashes over me in a flash of pleasure that leaves me shaking, mouth opening as I scream his name.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Rune
My sweet mate calls my name as she shatters around my cock, the flutter of her muscles a maddening dance as they tighten.
I grunt, hips snapping forward, the tingling in the base of my erection urging me to climax, to knot her immediately, to make her fully mine.
Yet this first time is special.She’sspecial. My fire deserves to be cherished. By the goddess, I never imagined that I’d be so blessed—to fall so deeply in love with Autumn only to discover she’s also my fated mate. I am truly the luckiest of fae.
Moving slowly, oh so slowly, I start to thrust again, determined to drive her to another explosion of delight. She gazes up at me, her face flushed with pleasure, her hair a corona of flame around her head.
I arch my back to kiss her, and she strains upward, meeting my hunger with her own, my mate, my match, my perfect love.
We rock together, her every gasp a reward, her pink lips parting with need. Fire burns in her eyes, her desire and love for me brighter than any sun.
“I love you, Rune,” she whispers, her hands gliding over my chest in a flash of sensation that’s so intense it’s dizzying. The slide of her skin on mine is a pleasure unlike any other, and I’m already addicted. I’ll never get enough.
“You are my love, my mate,” I growl. “The one who completes me. The missing piece I looked for and thought I’d never find.”
I fill her over and over, our bodies coming together as close as two people can be. Autumn’s eyes flicker shut, her head tipping back as tension shivers through her muscles, telling me she’s close.
Her sweet and spicy scent perfumes the air, mixed with the musk of sex. I can still taste her on my tongue.
“Look at me, Autumn.” I thrust forward. “Look at me, my love. Let me see the fire in your eyes as you come for me again. Burn for me, my sweet mate.”
She clamps around me, and the pressure makes my balls tighten, the base of my cock aching to swell. My heart pounds, driving me forward toward her, always her.
“Rune,” she breathes my name like a prayer, her eyes widening as her pleasure finds her. Then her voice lifts into song, “Oh, Rune!”
This time when my mate flutters around me, I let go. Electricity races through me,pouring through my cock in a blast of pure pleasure. I roar her name as my knot swells, locking me inside Autumn. The delicious clamp of her muscles around it makes me yell again, my hips snapping forward as the pleasure goes on and on.
Finally, I collapse onto her, both of us panting. We lay still for several minutes until I worry I’m too heavy. Rolling, I pull her with me until I’m on my back, and my fire straddles me. She plants her palms on my chest and pushes up just enough to get a good look at me, her face breaking into a smile. “It’s there! It’s really there!”
I grunt and look down at the mate mark covering my heart, a tattooed set of fangs.
Then my eyes are pulled to her, and I brush aside the curtain of her fiery hair to expose the set of fangs tattooed on the skin covering her heart.Myfangs.
My fated mate.
