Page 11 of Twist of Fated Mates
“I’m not worried,” he says, and he doesn’t look it either. He looks as excited as I feel.
I slide down his beautiful body because I want to taste himeverywhere, starting with his flushed cock. The liquid beaded on the tip is sweet and salty on my tongue—divine—and so is Charlie’s moan as I lick him all over.
As I grab his sensitive inner thigh and press his legs wider, his pulse jumps. Though the blood pumping beneath my hand is alluring, it won’t distract me from my purpose. I’m going to make him come so hard he sees stars. “I want to see you fall apart.”
“And I want to fall apart for you.”
“Put your hands on my head. Show me how you like it.”
He does, curling fingers in my hair and guiding my movements. I close my eyes and lose myself to his rhythm, focusing only on his pleasure. I revel in taking care of him in this way, even while the wolf inside me eagerly awaits our claiming of his body.
The noises he makes—little grunts and sighs followed by a high-pitch whine and a low moan—urge me on.
“Oh, oh, close, Nigel. I’m close.” He comes in my mouth with a moan, hands clenching, body shaking. I rub my cock against the sheets and try not to follow. It’s too soon for that.
I want to swallow, but I don’t. We have plans for his cum. Dirty, naughty, sticky plans that involve his ass and my cock.
I spit into my hand and lay my head on his thigh as he catches his breath. His slick cock glistens where it rests, spent, against his abdomen. I can be generous. I’ll give him this moment. But I would see him hard again before the night is over. Hard and begging for his next release.
He doesn’t take long to recover, carding fingers through my hair and murmuring praise for my efforts. “So good, Nigel. So sweet for me. Give me the rest. I want more of you.”
“Already?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He pulls his knees to his chest, dislodging me from his thigh but also offering himself with such open desire as to steal my breath anew. “Take me. Mate me.”
An eager growl vibrates low in my throat. I won’t say no. I can’t. And by some miracle, I don’t have to. Because Charlie was right. We’re meant for this. I could never hurt him.
But pleasure him? Yes. That I can do, and I set to the task with the enthusiasm of a young bull in rut. I wet us both with his spend, pressing slick fingers into the tight warmth of his body.
“Yes.” He hisses the word through kiss-swollen lips.
At my urging, he settles his calves on my shoulders. I line up our bodies and enter him. We lock gazes and moan in tandem as I press in deep.
The wolf inside me basks in this victory, this sweet conquering, given freely and taken with gratitude. My heart thuds merrily. Together, we find a rhythm and chase bliss.
“Kiss me.” He opens his thighs to make room for me between them. I settle my weight against him, chest to chest, and press my mouth to his.
Neither of us lasts long. I wrap him in my arms. He clings right back. Our motions become frantic as we race over the edge, first me, then him, both breathless and shivering with delight.
We lie curled together, filling any space between us until there’s none, a warm cocoon of shallow breaths and deep kisses.At some point, in a daze, we part for air and to tidy up, but not for long. Pulled together like a shooting star to the steadfast earth, settling in the shimmering dust after the explosion, we embrace beneath the linens and close our eyes.
For the first time since becoming a vampire, I fall asleep feeling safe.
Some hours later, I wake up feeling the opposite.
“Wha—?” Charlie jostles at my side and is yanked from the bed. “What’s happening?”
I grab the bedsheets, but I’m hustled in the opposite direction by two sets of iron fists clamped around my biceps. My muscles tense rigid. Panic claws at my throat.
Must protect my mate!
Then Charlie says possibly the worst thing I could imagine in this predicament.
“Mom?”
Chapter Five
Charlie
