Page 152 of A Warrior's Fate

Kai tugged Isla back to him and kissed her with a ferocity that had her melting. “I love you.”

She’d never get sick of hearing him say that.

Isla embraced the warmth of his body against hers and brushed her nose against his. Then she dragged her hand lazily down his chest, scratching the skin until she reached his cock. She palmed along the hard length of him, holding in a moan that would’ve echoed his. “Prove it,” she teased.

Kai’s eyes flashed with the challenge, and he pushed her back onto the bed. She didn’t even have a chance to settle before he hooked her legs and tugged her to the edge of the mattress.

And then, he knelt. Only for her.

Isla rested on her elbows, gazing down at her mate between her legs. The sight alone was enough to nearly send her over the edge, and without a thought, she touched herself.

Kai had clocked every movement as she rolled her nipple between her fingers and then replaced her hand with his when he rose to kiss her again. His mouth moved over her lips, her body. Her neck. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her thighs as if he couldn’t do it enough.

Isla was an eager mess by the time she was finally bare before him, and she was grateful Kai didn’t feel the need to tease. Well, not badly.

With her legs over his shoulders, he parted her with a single hand, then traced his tongue over her bundle of nerves, featherlight and maddening. It spurred a mix of pleasure and ache within her, sending her gasping and bowing off the bed. She wanted more, but the edge as he passed over and over and around was intoxicating. He continued until she was panting, squirming, and she took hold of his hand that had gone on to explore other parts of her skin. “More.”

She heard him chuckle, and he kissed her inner thigh again before finally leaning down to draw his tongue over her core in a long, luxurious slide. He groaned as he tasted her, and Isla arched with her own whimper. Kai did it again, holding her hips in place as he dipped his tongue in her center.

Isla swore, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets with one hand and twisted the other in Kai’s hair. He expertly worked her clit, her core, worshiping her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth. Once he added his fingers—driving not one, but two into her—she was gone, her hips undulating without abandon as he pumped them in and out of her. “Kai!”

Isla didn’t know what he’d said next, her mind swimming as her release shone just out of reach. It was something about how beautiful she was like this, something about fucking her, something that even blurred by her daze had her coming undone on his tongue at the mere implication.

As Isla descended from her high, Kai stood and removed the last of his garments. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his cock and watched as he fisted the thick length, stroking and using the moisture already beading at the head to coat himself. “Your choice.”

For a moment, Isla was too lost to understand what he meant.

She met his eyes, and he raised his brows in question.

Isla quickly ran through the fantasies she’d had since the day she’d laid eyes on him, but the one most prominent was held in the words he’d spoken to her just yesterday in the corridor of the Pack Hall.

Isla glanced to the side of the room where the desk for the office space sat so conveniently by a window where she could see part of the city through the curtains. Kai followed her gaze and grinned.

She met him there, pressing her hands to the wood before she felt her mate’s body behind her. Her heart was pounding, anticipation making her legs tremble as he gave them each a tap to spread them further apart.

She tried to settle her breathing as he gripped her hip with one hand and used the other to guide himself to her center. But any bliss she’d felt when he finally nudged into her entrance had quickly turned to anger.

He’d only gone in an inch and held.

“Kai,” Isla growled at him, trying to push back, aware of the emptiness she was left with.

“You know, you’ve been teasing me for months,” he said.

Only he could turn what was supposed to be a grand moment into a game and way to torment, but his words were strained. He wanted nothing more than to drive into her. To make good on his promises.

Isla didn’t have the patience to see how long he could last.

“Kai, I swear to the—” Another inch—she whined—and he retreated. “You son of a bitch.”

Kai laughed and leaned down, kissing the column of her spine, her warrior mark. “What do you want, Isla?”

If he wanted to play, she would, too. She knew what his weakness was.

Her.

She pulled away and spun, pressing her body against him again. While she wrapped one arm around his neck, she brought the other down to take him in her hand, his skin warm and smooth as she stroked him gently, squeezing at the head. He cursed, and she grinned wickedly.

“I want you,” Isla began, her nails a dragging tease along the underside of his shaft as she spoke near his collarbone, “to leave your mark in me.”

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