felt herself blushing at the sensation. She felt his excitement rising as he took the nipple in his mouth and drew on it, suckling gently at first and then more fiercely as her back arched.
“You are damn good at that,” she whispered.
“Then enjoy it, mate,” he murmured into her skin.
Kissing down the soft skin of her belly, he pressed kiss after agonizingly slow kiss to her ribs, navel, hipbones. When, through their bond, his intention reached her, she threw her head back and whispered her delight in breathless anticipation. His first kiss to her sensitive folds was achingly sweet. The softness of his beard tickled against her as his tongue stole forward and teased her clit ever so lightly. Knowing he could feel her awe and her want made a rush of her honey spill down, and he licked to catch every drop.
“Please.” She needed more.
With a soft humming sound against her clit, he buried two fingers inside her, curling them as if reaching for his own tongue through her. Her hips bucked, and a wave of need broke in her, propelling her into a fierce orgasm that rocked her from her core all the way to her toes. With a satisfied smile, Fionn nibbled back up her body, pausing to kiss and suckle at her breasts. When a whimper slipped from her throat, he raised himself above her.
“Look in my eyes, love,” he pleaded, his clear burst of love pouring through their connection.
Monica’s eyes met his as he guided himself inside her. She arched and sighed, raising her hips to meet his gentle thrust. She set the rhythm until his need overtook her tempo. She felt him right through to her heart as he began to thrust—out of control, his wolf mating instincts taking over and driving him into her.
“Touch yourself, Mo. Make yourself come again.”
Fionn’s words in Monica’s head almost did it all by themselves. She reached down and stroked a finger over her clit, circling it and flicking at it. When he realized how close to the edge she was, a feral grin crossed his face, and he threw his head back and howled his joy. Her muscles contracted around him as her climax took her, and she felt the moment he let his own ecstasy follow as he came inside her for what seemed like eternity. Finally, he collapsed beside her on the bed, gathering her in his arms.
Mated.
Fionn had never known anything like it in his entire life. He felt a wave of awe that she had survived losing her first mate, and he kissed the back of her neck again.
“Robert would be happy for us.” Monica smiled up at him.
“I know,” Fionn replied. “I’m grateful to him.”
“I sensed that.” She giggled a dreamy little laugh. “I’ve been alone so long, I thought maybe I’d imagined how perfect this feels. Being with my mate. Feeling you in my heart brings back so many happy memories of that time.”
“It’s okay, love. I understand. Through this metaphysical mojo we got going on.” He traced the outline of his bite on her skin. “I understand everything now. I’m sorry the last five months…”
“The last five months are the past. We…together like this…are the future.” She stopped him with a finger against his lips. “Tonight, I want to sleep in my mate’s arms and dream about happy things, not the past.”
Chapter Eight
M ONICA A WOKE W RAPPED I N F IONN’S A RMS , the memory of making love with him burning in her. She rolled to face him and studied his face in sleep. In spite of his lush beard, Fionn looked quite young in sleep, his strong features softened by dreams, his hair tousled. Watching his pulse beating in his throat, Monica felt a wave of tenderness washed over her. She had, for so many years, known she would mate again. She remembered her first mate fondly but still had been unprepared for how strong the bond would be when it took her again. Had her mating with Robert even been this strong? Maybe not, as she herself hadn’t been this strong back then. What if it took losing her first love and forging a new
“You are damn good at that,” she whispered.
“Then enjoy it, mate,” he murmured into her skin.
Kissing down the soft skin of her belly, he pressed kiss after agonizingly slow kiss to her ribs, navel, hipbones. When, through their bond, his intention reached her, she threw her head back and whispered her delight in breathless anticipation. His first kiss to her sensitive folds was achingly sweet. The softness of his beard tickled against her as his tongue stole forward and teased her clit ever so lightly. Knowing he could feel her awe and her want made a rush of her honey spill down, and he licked to catch every drop.
“Please.” She needed more.
With a soft humming sound against her clit, he buried two fingers inside her, curling them as if reaching for his own tongue through her. Her hips bucked, and a wave of need broke in her, propelling her into a fierce orgasm that rocked her from her core all the way to her toes. With a satisfied smile, Fionn nibbled back up her body, pausing to kiss and suckle at her breasts. When a whimper slipped from her throat, he raised himself above her.
“Look in my eyes, love,” he pleaded, his clear burst of love pouring through their connection.
Monica’s eyes met his as he guided himself inside her. She arched and sighed, raising her hips to meet his gentle thrust. She set the rhythm until his need overtook her tempo. She felt him right through to her heart as he began to thrust—out of control, his wolf mating instincts taking over and driving him into her.
“Touch yourself, Mo. Make yourself come again.”
Fionn’s words in Monica’s head almost did it all by themselves. She reached down and stroked a finger over her clit, circling it and flicking at it. When he realized how close to the edge she was, a feral grin crossed his face, and he threw his head back and howled his joy. Her muscles contracted around him as her climax took her, and she felt the moment he let his own ecstasy follow as he came inside her for what seemed like eternity. Finally, he collapsed beside her on the bed, gathering her in his arms.
Mated.
Fionn had never known anything like it in his entire life. He felt a wave of awe that she had survived losing her first mate, and he kissed the back of her neck again.
“Robert would be happy for us.” Monica smiled up at him.
“I know,” Fionn replied. “I’m grateful to him.”
“I sensed that.” She giggled a dreamy little laugh. “I’ve been alone so long, I thought maybe I’d imagined how perfect this feels. Being with my mate. Feeling you in my heart brings back so many happy memories of that time.”
“It’s okay, love. I understand. Through this metaphysical mojo we got going on.” He traced the outline of his bite on her skin. “I understand everything now. I’m sorry the last five months…”
“The last five months are the past. We…together like this…are the future.” She stopped him with a finger against his lips. “Tonight, I want to sleep in my mate’s arms and dream about happy things, not the past.”
Chapter Eight
M ONICA A WOKE W RAPPED I N F IONN’S A RMS , the memory of making love with him burning in her. She rolled to face him and studied his face in sleep. In spite of his lush beard, Fionn looked quite young in sleep, his strong features softened by dreams, his hair tousled. Watching his pulse beating in his throat, Monica felt a wave of tenderness washed over her. She had, for so many years, known she would mate again. She remembered her first mate fondly but still had been unprepared for how strong the bond would be when it took her again. Had her mating with Robert even been this strong? Maybe not, as she herself hadn’t been this strong back then. What if it took losing her first love and forging a new
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