Page 14 of Dawn of the Pack

I barely raise a questioning brow before I’m treated to a firm stroke at my entrance. His left hand pressing on my belly, Milo slides a finger inside me. The sensation is novel and exhilarating but somehow not enough, which he immediately fixes by adding a second. Now my heart races in earnest, my body adapting to the strange and wonderful pressure of a part of him inside my most intimate place. His eyes are glassy and half-open, lips parted as if he’s enjoying this almost as much as I am. His fingers move gently, in and out, for just a moment. Then he presses them deeply inside me and keeps them there, moving in such a way that a new heat builds in my belly.

But just when I think I’ve figured out what’s going on, he lowers his head and adds his mouth into the mix again, teasing my sensitive bundle of nerves until my body bucks and grinds with no conscious effort of my own. Milo’s hand presses more firmly against my belly, holding me in place while everything else continues to move and drive a rapid wave of pressure deep in my core. My hands travel south and pull his head closer to me, fingers tightening in his silky hair.

Milo hums in response, and I fall right over the precipice with his name on my lips.

My body continues bucking, legs trembling as wave after wave of shudders wrack my body and starbursts flash behind my eyelids. I find myself completely unable to move, not even the fingers fisted in Milo’s hair. He takes a few lazy laps with his tongue that send aftershock jolts across my body, then gently disengages himself from me. My fingers release him, but my hands don’t move, dropping to my hips. My legs remain splayed, the air cold on my sensitive flesh without Milo pressed against it.

When I finally land back on earth and open my eyes, it’s to find Milo hovering above me, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

I lift my heavy arms and pull him close for a languid kiss. Somehow, that simple act stokes the embers of my earlier fire, rekindling the deep burning need for him. My hands drift between us and I find my target: the silk-covered rod of his desire for me. Some instinct drives me to stroke it against myself where his lips have so recently been, and I’m suddenly not as sensitive as I was.

I’m already ready for more.

I drag his head through the slippery evidence of my desire for him, and Milo’s eyes flutter closed, a groan escaping his lips that only encourages me further. I angle him at my entrance, my hips lifting of their own accord, seeking… more. Milo pulls back slightly and gazes down at me with utter devotion.

My eyes lock on his, and I have no more thoughts. I’m lost in the infinite depth of connection between us.

“Lily.” His breath is warm and sweet on my face. “I love you. Not just because some witch declared you were my fated mate. I love you, Lilliana Harridan, for the incredible woman you are.”

A single tear leaks from my eye, emotion rising in my throat. I didn’t know how that would affect me, how badly I needed to hear it, until just now.

“I love you too, Milo. I didn’t grow up knowing about fated mates, but since the first time we met, I’ve felt like I’ve always known you. The love I feel for you, and Landon and Jared, is all equal, but so incredibly different. What you and I have is special in a way I can’t quite describe.”

Milo’s eyes turn glassy, an emotional smile curling his swollen lips. My brain and my heart are completely focused, hanging on the power of this moment.

My body, it seems, has no need for instruction from either. At the same time Milo presses gently forward, my hips rise to meet him, and he sheaths himself inside me completely.

A gasp rips from my lips at the same time as a moan slips from Milo’s. My tight muscles flex and relax, trying to adjust to the way his presence is stretching me. The sensation’s foreign and slightly uncomfortable, but I don’t want him to withdraw.

With our eyes locked, he begins to rock his hips, slowly emptying and refilling me over and over again. I’d frozen in place but now my body comes alive again, instinctually matching his rhythm, enjoying the novel sensation of being completely connected to him.

“Is this okay?” He murmurs with concern, watching my expression.

His body is hard against mine, and I realize I’m grimacing and still incredibly tense, which is probably why he’s asking.

I draw a deep breath and nod, relaxing beneath him and allowing myself to open more. His pace increases, and soon my stomach flutters with that familiar pressure building low in my abdomen. I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him on, then pull him down for another kiss.

Soon we’re lost in each other, our bodies speaking a language all their own. Heat builds between us and instinct takes over. I nip at his bottom lip with impatience. My fingernails carve into his back until he releases a rumbling growl and quickens his pace.

This is what I was seeking when I didn’t know how to put it in words. This closeness, this intimacy, the two of us becoming one entity physically that somehow binds us for eternity. All this time I was afraid of sex, afraid of ending up a pregnant teen on the street or being taken advantage of. Finding out I had fated mates made the concept even more confusing, the expectation of intimacy with three men I’d never met before I arrived in Smoky Falls a few short months ago.

Now I understand the difference between sex and making love, and what it means to have a mate. The primal part of me, the part with instincts and burning desire, knows how sex works, how it connects us. But it’s also tied to the intangible connection between me and my mate. The physical pleasure is incredible, but something within me knows the deep emotional satisfaction I feel is more than just the physical act.

Milo slips his hand between our bodies, his thumb caressing my sensitive nub with a single stroke that pulls me firmly away from ruminating on our connection and drives my focus to the here and now. I’m aware of nothing but his continued motion, our bodies moving together and apart as if two pieces of one machine. The pressure of his thumb circling is enough to send me spiraling into oblivion, my body clenching around him as he continues to move within me. I shatter into a million pieces of ecstasy, clinging to him as he follows me over the edge, a low moan vibrating in his chest. He braces himself on his arms, but I pull him to my chest, both our bodies slick with sweat, and my tender, swollen lips seek his for a few more gentle kisses.

We lay for an indeterminate moment, our breath slowing and bodies cooling, enjoying the cocoon of intimacy that surrounds us.

My body feels boneless, every muscle heavy and relaxed. I don’t have a care in the world. A haze coats the edges of my mind and I float within it, completely content to just be in the moment.

Eventually, he rolls to his side and scoops my body against his, curling around me. Our forms mold together like they were made for this, and I nestle into the utter peace, wrapped in his warmth, inhaling his woodsy cedar scent.

“I should have shown you my drawings sooner,” he quips in a whisper, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin behind my ear.

A smile curls my lips; I feel home, in a way I had been seeking all my life. The ironic thought that at the very least I was no longer in danger of being a pregnant homeless girl flits through my mind like a leaf on the wind, and I snuggle tighter against Milo’s chest.

Only for my eyelids to fly open a second later. Stiffening, I sit upright. Oh no.

“What’s wrong?” Milo rises, worry etched into his handsome face.

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