Page 18 of Glass

“Hi,” he croaks out.

“Hi.” I bite my bottom lip.

There’s something I want that I don’t know how to ask for. But true to the strength of a mate bond, he seems to sense it. Without a moment’s hesitation, Felix turns his head to offer me his exposed neck.

It only takes one of us marking the other to make our bond permanent, but I’ve always thought it was more poetic for two shifters to mark each other.

The taste of flesh lasts only a second as I sink my teeth into the skin where Felix’s neck meets his shoulder. My veins buzz as if vibrating on a new frequency I’ve reached for the first time.It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.A rush of affection floods my chest for this man as I release him, leaving my mark behind.

“Perfect,” he says, his voice softening as he runs his thumb across my cheekbone. “You’re really mine.”

His easy claim of me warms my blood and makes me antsy to continue what we started. I wiggle my hips against him, “What are you waiting for?”

There’s a glint in his eye as his lips twist in amusement, but I manage to wipe the half-smirk off his face when I sink my fingernails into the skin of his back. He inhales sharply through his nose and grinds closer to me.

Felix’s patience wears out.

He balances his weight on one hand as he reaches the other between us to line himself up between my thighs. I catch myself holding my breath in anticipation until he brushes the pad of his thumb against my clit.

“Please no more teasing,” I beg him, my pride nonexistent out of desperation despite the fact that I’ve already had one orgasm. Based on the bead of sweat forming at Felix’s temple, he’s right there with me. I run my fingernails down the length of his back and revel in the feel of him shivering under my touch.

Felix slides into me slowly, and impatience digs from deep within me. “Fill me,” I urge him, tilting my hips up to try to force him deeper.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he mutters as he flexes his hips and thrusts deeper at my urging. “I’ll never understand how the hell you wound up here.”

I know it’s a rhetorical statement. He obviously knows why I’m really here, but this has been a worthwhile detour from my main goal. My only complaint is the dim lighting that makes it impossible to see every detail of his body entering mine. I peer down between our bodies as he starts to reach a steady—but too slow—pace, but I can only make out the general width of his cock.

Since I can’t enjoy the details anyway, I let my head fall back and stare out the window of the tent. I can see the nearly full moon peeking through the tree canopy as I move my hips in time with Felix’s.

With a strangled breath, Felix moves one hand to my hip and tugs at my side, encouraging me to arch my back for him. I let the small of my back curve higher, plastering me closer against him and changing the angle of his cock.

His shaft brushes my clit and I gasp, my eyes widening almost to the shape of the moon my gaze is focused on.

I feel his hand leave my hip and run up my arm and over my shoulder. He stops at my mark, fingers gently brushing the sensitive flesh. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling tension deep in my belly as another impending orgasm builds within me.

“Are you close?” Felix practically growls.

I flex my core around him, drawing a guttural groan out of his throat. “Tighter,” I pant out.

“What?” There’s a hitch in his motion as he tries to make sense of what I’m asking, but he recovers with the next stroke.

“Here.” I put my hand over his at the base of my neck. “Tighter.” I nudge his thumb with mine so it rests at the column of my throat. He finally understands me and tightens his grip, pressing his thumb so that he has a possessive grip around my mark, and throat, without actually choking me.

The touch is enough to push me to my breaking point. I cry out nonsense, and maybe also his name, as I fall apart around him. I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him down to me to kiss me and swallow my cries. He manages to maintain shallow thrusts as I hold him to me, practically shaking from head to toe.

I only release Felix once I can uncurl my toes. He’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, a touch of frenzy in his motions as he pushes himself up to his original position again.

“You good?” he asks.

“So good.” My voice is almost embarrassingly light and airy. Every muscle in my body feels relaxed for the first time in… maybe ever.

“Look at me,” he demands, punctuating the request with a sharp thrust. My neck snaps to obey immediately, and we lock eyes. The moonlight reflects slightly in his, and I’m mesmerized by the sight as he erratically finishes, our eyes never leaving each other.

When he pulls out, I’m equal parts exhausted and exhilarated. I feel like I could sleep for daysorrun the entire length of the state of Maine.

Felix rolls over and moves around until he gets comfortable on his side next to me. He reaches for me, and I turn in his arms so that my back is to his front and we’re properly spooning. He droops his arm lazily over my waist and kisses my shoulder. I try not to think too hard about how sex on a sleeping bag has certainlyruinedmy hair.

He sighs deeply and squeezes me tighter around the middle. “We should try to sleep at least for a couple hours,” he suggests, his voice bossy, as if he’s gone into Alpha mode now.

“Mhm,” I hum. I’m not sure I like him telling me what to do outside of sex—he’s not my Alpha—but I’m too comfortable to risk starting an argument about it when I actually agree with him.

“I’ll introduce you properly to everyone when we get up,” he says, and I feel a rush of warmth flood my chest as I think about meeting my youngest siblings for the first time. “You’re going to fit in really well here.”

It takes a second for me to digest the emphasis behind his words.He thinks I’m going to stay?

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