Page 29 of Fated to Him

My eyes slam closed, and I shatter with a desperate moan. I hold still, caught in a heart-pounding, unrelenting wave of pleasure.

I’m struggling to breathe. Perspiration coats my over-heated body as all the strength in my legs gives out. Malakhi leans me against the tree and whispers in my ear, “How was that for sweet, baby?”

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MALAKHI

Delilah is breathing hard as she stares up at me with a glazed look in her eyes as if she can’t believe what just happened.

Between the arm I have wrapped around her waist and the way she’s using the tree to support herself, I have a feeling if I let go, she’d be on the floor a second later. I try not to be pleased to have put that satisfied dazed look in her eyes. But I am.

“Your version of sweet isn’t my version of sweet,” she pants.

I’d laugh if I wasn’t so hard.

“Delilah,” I growl. I can’t be gentle now. Or sweet. That’s all gone. “I need you on your knees, baby.”

I wait for her to say no.

Please don’t let her fucking say no.

After a second, she nods shyly, her cheeks turning pink. I back up from the tree, still holding her tightly as I go down to my knees and put her onto hers.

I tell myself not to look at her yet. To wait. “Knees up. Arms down,” I bite out, forming my hands into tight fists as I stare up at the moonlit sky.

The whisper of sound announces she’s doing it. Of all the orders she’s decided to follow today, I’m glad this is one of them.

“Malakhi?” her voice is soft, hesitant.

I glance down and take in my mate, on her knees in front of me, her ass up, her arms flat on the ground. She has her head turned to me, and her expression is as hesitant as her voice was. “Like this?”

A roar starts up in my head. And then a howl. I’m shaking all over, struggling to drag enough air into my lungs as I fight to stop myself from blowing my load right over my mate’s perfect ass.

“Malakhi?” She moves to get up.

I grip her hip and squeeze so she knows to stay still. When I find the ability to breathe, my voice is so husky, it’ll be a miracle if she understands me. “Like that. Fuck, you're perfect all over, aren’t you, baby?”

A little of her unease melts away. She wasn’t sure she was doing it right. More than that, she wasn’t sure I wanted her. “Do you know what you do to me?” I breathe as I run my hands over her sweet curves, exploring her soft, satiny skin.

My mate. She’s here.

My wolf can’t believe it. The man is struggling to believe we’ve been this lucky. I’d wanted to taste her before she’d put me on my ass, something I hadn’t seen coming. I still crave her honied sweetness in my mouth and against my tongue, and I will taste her but not now. Now I need her like this.

I cradle her smaller, softer body with my harder one, leaning over her so I can speak directly in her ear. “I’ve wanted you like this since I saw you, Delilah.”

Moaning softly, she wriggles, rubbing her perfect ass against my cock.

I grit my teeth, clamp my hands on her hips, and hold her still. “Delilah.” I bite her earlobe, a warning to stop.

She does it again.

My wolf roars in my head, needing his mate. Needing us to claim her.

I grip her hips, holding her steady as I press my tip to her entrance and slowly ease myself inward. I’m not small, but Delilah is, so I need to go easy. Hurting my mate isn’t in the cards, no matter how hard I am and how desperate I am to drive into her. Whatever she needs, I’ll give it to her. Even if it damn near kills me.

Her breath hitches, and she whimpers.

I stop. “Baby?”

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