Page 32 of My Fated Mate

He moves his hand down to my thighs and draws erotic patterns with his fingers, teasing the direction the fingers will go.

"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with desire. He looks up at me and smiles before kissing his way down to the apex of my thighs.He runs his tongue over my panties, causing me to moan even louder.

"Oh, please," I beg.

He looks up at me and smiles before kissing his way back to my breasts.

"Please what, Elowen?" he asks as he continues suckling one nipple while pinching the other with his fingers.

"Please, I... I need you," I plead again. He looks up at me and smiles before returning to the apex of my thighs. He runs his tongue over my panties one last time before pulling them off completely.

He looks up at me and smiles before diving in.

I gasp as he runs his tongue over me, "Oh god," I cry out as he licks my clit. "Please don't stop."

He slides a finger inside me, and I moan. I start to move my hips, thrusting against his mouth. "Fuck," I cry out again.

I can feel myself close to cumming.

I reach down and grab his head, pushing him into me harder. "Oh god, T-thorne," I cry again before biting on the back of his palms in ecstasy.

I cum hard, screaming his name as he continues to eat me out. He pulls away from my pussy and stands up.

He looks down at me and smiles, "I’m not done with you yet."

He grabs my legs as I try to stand up.

When he has my thighs in his hands, he pushes himself into me hard, making us both moan out. He continues to fuck me hard and fast, his hands on my hips as he slams into me over and over again.

I can feel my orgasm building up inside of me, and I know it's going to be a big one. He continues pounding into me until he cums deep inside of me, and it sends me over the edge, with a near roar of delight.

We both collapse on the bed as we try to catch our breath.

He rolls over and pulls me into his arms. I can feel him still hard inside of me, but he's not moving anymore, so we just lay there for a while before falling asleep in each other's embrace.

Chapter 9

THORNE

Sunlight filters through the cracks in the shutters. It paints dancing patterns across Elowen's face and makes her look ethereal.

She sleeps peacefully beside me; her brow furrows in a way that makes me want to smooth it out with a gentle touch or with my lips.

I smile at that notion, unable to hold myself back as I brush my lips across her brow.

A soft murmur escapes her, and a peaceful smile plays on her lips.

For a moment, I simply lie there, lost in the quiet beauty of my mate—the tangled mess of her hair, the warmth of her bodypressed against mine, the lingering scent of wildflowers clinging to her skin.

My gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, the spot where I nearly… But I stopped. Thank God I stopped.

Last night was a blur of emotions—desperation in the face of battle, the heartbreaking realization about the prophecy, and then, the unexpected comfort of Elowen.

And then, it happened. One stolen glance, the scent of those darned wildflowers clinging to her hair, and I was lost.

Last night, I wanted nothing more than to claim her, to etch my mark upon her skin and bind our fates forever.

The need to do so, to bite her and etch my mark on her flesh, had been a primal urge, a roar from my wolf that echoed through every fiber of my being. But even in the heat of the moment, a sliver of reason held on.

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