Page 10 of Twist of Fated Mates
I flip us around, lift Charlie, and pin him to the wall. He muffles an approving sound into my mouth and clenches his legsaround me. We grind against each other, cocks sparring. Only the thin layer of my trousers separates us.
But not for long because Charlie fumbles with my belt. “Can I?”
“Yes.” I reclaim his mouth with mine, not anywhere close to finishing my exploration of him.
He tugs the leather free of its clasp and unbuttons the fall. Using hands and thighs at once, he shoves the fabric down and writhes closer still.
I grip his bottom, holding him up while he works both our cocks in the tight circle of his nimble fingers. Our kiss never breaks, mouths sliding together as the rest of our bodies become acquainted.
Mate, mate, mate,the wolf inside me growls our pleasure. We are of the same mind. Charlie belongs to us and we to him.
“You feel so good,” he says, treating us both to a firm stroke.
“Not as good as you.” I palm his ass and give each globe a push-and-pull massage, fingers mapping the supple flesh. “I want…”
“What, Nigel? Anything. I’ll give you anything.”
His pledge lights my courage. I separate his cheeks and caress his entrance. “This?”
“Oh, yes. Definitely, yes.” He rolls his hips and squirms in as much as he can while pinned against a wall. “Please.”
His sweet voice, laced with need, stokes a fire deep within me. My wolf is desperate to claim him. As am I. But not against the wall. At least not for our first time.
I heft him closer and walk us toward the bed, where I deposit him on his back. His eyes have gone dark, midnight ocean blue, black pupils blown wide. It’s a good look on him. Lovely.
“Let me.” Charlie shuffles onto his knees and reaches for the hem of my shirt.
I raise my arms, and he lifts the fabric over my head. Together, we get rid of my clothes. As each piece hits the floors, his gentle hands explore the revealed places. My shoulders, my arms, my chest, where he teases my nipples until they pebble. Then he teases them some more. I arch into his touch.
“Oh.” He grins. “You like that.”
“Very much.”
“So do I.” He leans in and licks them, twin warm stripes that cool as he moves on to kiss my throat.
My hunger for blood has been entirely displaced by my hunger for him. His hands on me, mine buried in his hair, our lips meeting again and again and again as I settle between his legs.
I revel in the sensation of his skin, so warm and alive against my cool flesh. There’s no place else I’d rather be than in the welcoming cradle of his thighs. I pin his lean body with mine and relish the way he goes pliant beneath me. A pleasured gasp escapes his lips.
Distantly, the fire hisses and crackles as we explore each other. I can’t believe my luck. To have found my mate, and for that mate to be Charlie. Beautiful, brave, bullheaded Charlie. And to think, we’d have lost this if he hadn’t been so doggedly persistent. I’d have let our bond slip right through my fingers.
“Thank the moon and stars for you,” I whisper against his cheek and press a kiss there for good measure.
“And for you.” He turns his head to capture my lips in a searing kiss, digging his heels into my backside. To feel so wanted is beyond my comprehension. Past lovers have come and gone, yet none have entranced me as much as Charlie. His kiss burns a path to my heart… and other places. Other very hard, very insistent places.
I writhe against him, craving more. I want to be inside him, but… “I have no oil.”
“Me neither, but let’s not let that stop us.” He nips my lower lip. “Make me come, Nigel, then use that.”
A wave of lust courses through me. “You have the best ideas.”
He grins. “I don’t, normally, but I find you quite inspiring.”
“Can I use my mouth?”
“I might die if you don’t.”
“I’ll be careful.” This will be my first time performing this act with fangs where my normal incisors used to be.
