Page 70 of Soul Fated

Kael's hands slid under my shirt, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just below my ribs. I arched into him, and he groaned. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "I need you."

I nodded, unable to form words. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending on high alert. Kael's hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of my underwear, and I gasped. He and I both knew this wasn’t like last time. This wasn’t release. This was what our wolves had known we needed all along.

A physical and spiritual bond. A melding of our souls and our magic.

“Your my mate,” I whispered. “I want you as my mate.”

“I’m yours,” he growled.

His damn fingers worked me into a frenzy, and I teetered on the edge, on the brink of oblivion. I grasped his hand and opened my eyes, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Kael's eyes were dark, his pupils dilated. He looked like a man possessed, and I was his willing victim.

“I can’t do this again,” I whispered, and as his face fell, realized he hadn’t understood. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him closer. “When I bond with you, I can’t be quiet. I’m already going to bite right through my tongue.”

Kael let out a shaky breath. “I thought you meant?—”

“I know. Poor choice of words. I’m sorry.”

He pulled back and met my eyes, the wheels in his head turning. Then he slid off the bed and motioned for me to stand. When I did, he grabbed the quilt off my bed and yanked open the window.

"Kael, what are you doing?" I whispered, but he didn't answer. Instead, he threw the quilt out onto the grass and jumped after it.

I stood there for a split second, dumbfounded, then ran to the window. The night air was cool against my flushed skin. “I’m not going to jump!” I hissed.

Kael reached up, his eyes dancing. “Just sit on the sill. I’ll pull you out.” I did as he asked, supporting myself as Kael grasped my lower half.

When my feet touched the grass, I laughed. “This feels naughty.”

Kael grinned. “I thought you’d like it.” He threw the quilt at me, then crouched and motioned for me to get on his back.

I laughed and climbed on. “What, no harness this time?”

Kael bucked playfully as he stood, then took off with only socks on his feet into the trees.

“Do you know where you’re going?” I asked.

Kael grunted. “Far enough that Blake won’t hear you scream.”

My stomach dropped like I’d just hit the highest point on a playground swing and was plummeting back to the earth. “You’ve never heard me scream.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Kael carried me five more minutes then stopped when we reached a break in the trees. He panted as I spread the quilt out on the ground, then turned to face him. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting a soft glow on his face.

I took a step forward, and he closed the distance between us. His hands were on me again, and I melted into his touch. The knowledge that there was no rush, no need to hold back, sent electricity flaring through me.

Kael's hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and hollow. He unclasped my bra, finding new skin to suck and tease.

My hands fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, and Kael helped me, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. His skin was warm under my hands, his muscles taut and ready. I ran my fingers over his chest, then tentatively explored his second arm. The one that never fully formed.

Kael sucked air through his teeth.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

He shook his head. “No, I—nobody ever touches me there. It’s…sensitive.” His eyes were closed, and his skin prickled under my touch.

“I want to touch you there.” I watched his face as I pressed my lips to his skin, kissing my way over his shoulder and down, holding his arm in my hands. “You’re shaking.”

“This is terrifying.”

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