Page 39 of Frost Wolf

“Where?”

He pointed toward the wall of the neighbor’s house.

“You stood next to Mrs. Smith’s house? Why didn’t you go home?”

He cupped my face with his rough hands. I could smell him. My heart flipped inside my chest.

“My home is where you are, mate.”

That broke me. I was upset with him for hiding the Fated Mate stuff, lying, knowing Granny and knowing who my dad was, and not telling me. I was fuming. But, as soon as the words dripped from his lips, I was lost. Nothing else was holding me on the surface of the planet except how I felt for him, for this man who wasn’t even human, a wild stranger who knew me longer and better than I knew myself.

Our lips met. His hands pulled me up. Our bodies crashed together. Soren held me in his arms. I understood him. He was home. Home was where his mate was. Nothing else mattered except our kiss, the soul-melting kiss that ran through my entire body, all the way down to my toes.

We made it to my messy living room. Soren put me on the couch, his body pressing on mine. His weight was heavy. It has been so long since I felt a man’s weight on top of me. Soren’s lips moved down my neck as his fingers unwrapped me. Even though he had these huge hands that made me shiver, he had the perfect, delicate touch. My legs wrapped around him. My robe fell away.

His lips crushed mine with the passion of a dying man. “I hunger for you, my mate.”

Soren’s fingers moved over my throat. His eyes locked on mine. He kissed me again, then moved his lips lower to my neck, making me moan so hard I almost forgot my name. His large hand palmed and massaged my breast, pulling my nipple and making me want to press my legs together hard, looking for friction.

“Are you going to fuck me, or do you plan to tease me all day?”

“My mate likes to talk dirty?”

“Fuck me, Soren.”

“Your wish is my desire.”

Soren moved his head to my breast and exhaled close to my nipple. His tongue teased it. I arched my back, pushing my breast into his mouth.

“So greedy, mate.”

Soren slipped his fingers into my hot wetness and massaged my clit, making me moan.

“Do you want me to suck this gorgeous nipple?”

“Uhuh.”

“Use your words.”

“Please, suck my nipple.”

“You are so gorgeous when you beg.”

His mouth rubbed against it. The stubble on his jaw scratched me and made me moan. My fingers slipped into Soren’s dark blonde hair.

Just as he closed his mouth around my nipple and started to suck it, he entered me with one finger. All the way. Hard. Light exploded in front of me. I pushed myself on his finger.

“Sexy,” he moaned.

I moved my hips, fucking myself against his long finger. The heat rolled off me in waves.

Just as I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore, he curled his finger inside me, pushing on the spot Nick could never find. That unique spot that had me undone in one second.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come, my mate. I can’t wait to see you coming again and again all over my hard cock.”

All I could do was gasp.

Need filled me. I moved my hands over Soren’s bare chest. He took his finger out of me. I felt empty. I needed him again inside me. Hard and deep. I needed to be filled by him to the brink.

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