Page 59 of Moon Fated

“You were talking to another man on the phone. He’s on my kill list.”

I tipped my head and playfully nipped his jaw with my teeth.

“Don’t tease unless you’re ready to pay the price.” Rowan threw me over onto my back, covering me with his body. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, stealing the breath from my lungs.

He pressed his knee between my legs, and I arched into him. “We haven’t showered.”

“You win some, you lose some.” Rowan’s lips were on my skin, his hands frantically pulling at my shirt.

I grabbed at his gray t-shirt. “I thought you said we were going to take our time.”

“That was before I had to wait a damn week.” With a growl of frustration, Rowan ripped my shirt open, pulling the torn fabric off my midsection. His eyes darkened, his breath coming in short bursts.

“I never sleep in a bra,” I whispered.

The sheets caressed my skin as Rowan shuddered and pulled me further down the bed toward him.

“What thread count are these?”

“You’re asking about my sheets right now?” Rowan traced the lines and curves of my body with his fingers, his eyes hungry.

“They’re soft. I like them.”

“I like you in them.” He lowered his head to my stomach, his lips grazing my skin, and my fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

Rowan growled low in his throat, the sound igniting a primal fire deep within me. His strong hands roamed my curves. "My mate," Rowan’s hands tightened on my hips. "My heart. My everything."

He nipped at the bone of my hip, making me gasp. "Tell me what you want.” His voice was raw, pleading.

I looped my calves over his ankles. “Make me yours. Please.”

He lifted his cheek from my stomach, and his lips crashed against mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I gripped his neck and poured all my longing into the kiss, feeling the desperation radiating off him in electric pulses. Every brush of our tongues, every shared breath, deepened our connection until I felt both hollowed out and full to bursting.

"You're everything," he gasped, his hands roaming over my body, reading me like braille. "I’ve waited for this. I’ve waited for you."

I didn’t know it, but I’d been waiting for him, too. My existence in Seattle was pond water. Stagnant. Starting to stink. But before I saw Rowan again, I didn’t think I had another option. Now, I felt connected with a crystal clear mountain stream. Fresh and life-giving.

“Damn, Strawberry," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing.

The scent of our desire hung heavy in the air, a heady mix that filled my senses and set my blood aflame. We undress each other slowly, deliberately, savoring this moment as though it were the last. My heart races as his fingers brush against my spine, sending waves of heat cascading through me.

"Rowan.” His name scraped from me like a plea. An invitation. I leaned closer, feeling the warmth radiate from him. His fingertips danced along my collarbone, igniting sparks of desire that plummeted to my hips.

My wolf thrummed beneath my skin, yearning to connect with her mate. She paced restlessly, whining with need, desperate to complete our bond. It was a primal, spiritual longing that transcended the physical.

As Rowan pressed hard against me, I sensed the same desperation in him. His wolf called to mine, their spirits begging to intertwine.

"I can feel it," I whispered. "Our wolves, our souls...they're meant to be one."

Rowan's eyes shone with fierce love as he settled between my thighs. "You're my soulmate, my other half. Without you, I'm incomplete.”

Tears pricked my eyes at his words, the depth of our connection overwhelming me. I pulled him closer, wanting to be filled, to be consumed by him. With a surge of urgency, our bodies moved as one, pressed so tight that our edges blurred together.

In that sacred moment, we were no longer two separate beings but one soul sharing two bodies. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as my mouth filled with heat. My fangs lowered as pleasure coursed through me, my heart desperately trying to keep up.

“Mark me,” I gasped, my body so tight and hot, it didn’t feel like my own.

His eyes darkened with intent as I bared my neck for him, and he sank his teeth into my neck, a sharp bite that sent a wave of ecstasy surging through my veins.

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