Page 37 of One True Mate

“Sorry,” I knew I was blushing.

“What were you thinking just then?”

I couldn't possibly tell him that. I shook my head.

“I told you already, true mates share everything. There's no secrets between them.”

It was my turn to laugh. “We aren't off to a very good start then, are we?”

I didn't know why my tongue was so loose around him tonight. I had only a couple of drinks at the bar. Plus those three shots. Shoot, what did they call them again? Some sort of bombs? I didn't feel drunk, though. I felt relaxed, but then that make-out session alone was enough to cause that. Who knew kissing would feel like that?

I saw Kyle stand up and take the plates to the sink. I think maybe I was zoning out on him again. I got up and joined him at the sink. I took the dirty dishes from him and started washing them in the already filling soapy water side. I noticed he was just staring at me, but didn't move to stop me, so when I was done washing the first dish I handed it to him and moved the water to his side of the double sink. We worked side by side in silence and it was nice and comfortable and just felt right. I had never in my life just felt so completely right.

When the last dish was washed and dried and put away he turned to me. I could see in his eyes that he was more than ready for more of what we'd done earlier. I didn't want to feel nervous, but the nerves were definitely starting to sink in. The whole domestic thing we'd just done seemed quite intimate in an odd way.

“How about a tour of this place?”

He seemed okay with that. He talked me through each room as we made our way through the house. There was definitely a masculine vibe to the place. I could see small touches here and there that were not him and suspected it was Lily's doing, but overall everything was browns and greens and earthy tones and smelled of leather and pine and lemon and him. It was very comfortable. I hadn't really thought about it before hand but of course the tour had to end in the bedroom, and not just any bedroom, because there were four in his house, but his bedroom.

“So, this is my room,” he said sounding just as nervous as I felt.

“It's nice,” I said, walking around and testing the mattress, finding it firm but plush at the same time. Much like my mate, who I knew was staring at me without even looking to confirm it.

He stepped closer and soon his arms were rubbing down my shoulders like he couldn't stop himself. I knew that feeling too well. I should have been embarrassed by how forward I was with him earlier. I had never touched a man before and I was so mesmerized I just couldn't stop it.

I turned in his arms and when our eyes met, everything around us faded away. All I saw was him and this primal need rose up in me. It was terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

“I've never even kissed anyone but you,” I blurted out.

I saw the lust flare in his eyes. I had no doubt he already knew that, or suspected it. but saying it aloud brought out a growl in him that turned my bones to mush. If he weren't holding me in his arms I swear, I'd be a puddle of goo on the floor.

“Mine,” he said, smelling my hair and kissing the top of my head. It should have seemed weird, but we were wolves, smell and closeness were a part of who we were, and both my wolf and I strongly approved.

I looked him right in the eyes knowing I was about to be kissed, but not before responding, “Mine.”

He growled again and descended on my mouth. The back of my legs were already pressed up against the bed and my arms wrapped around him to pull him close. Coming up for a quick breath of air, I more confidently proclaimed, “Mine.”

That was like an open invitation because suddenly while his mouth continued kissing me senseless, his hands began exploring my body and the tingling sensation was almost more than I could handle. The build of desire in me grew quickly, even though we still remained fully clothed. He didn't slow his exploration, but he didn't move things further along until I couldn't stand it any longer and found my hands under his shirt again and pressing upwards. That shirt had to go.

My breath caught the first time I saw his hard body etched like a work of art. As he stepped back, allowing me to stare in wonder, I took the opportunity to shed my own shirt. His sharp intake of breath told me he liked what he saw.

Time seemed to lose consciousness after that. Clothing began piling up on the floor as his hands touched me, igniting a fire in places I didn't even know existed. I felt as though I were in a furnace about to combust from the added heat. The more he stroked and touched, the more I craved. I heard the moans and the sounds coming from within but I couldn't discern they were actually coming from me.

At some point, he had pulled me down on to the bed and when we finally made love it was the most intense moment of my life. As we escalated in our love, my body continued to ignite, bringing me further and further to an unknown cliff that I knew I would free fall over the brink. With our combined breaths growing more and more shallow, I clung to him. He nuzzled into my neck, as I did his, and just before we crested into the glorious unknown, I felt his vein pulsing in his neck and my teeth elongated. No one had to tell me what to do, I was acting on sheer instinct in the mist of our love making. I bit down onto his neck and seconds later felt the pinch on mine knowing he was doing the same. And we both let go and fell together.

As we lay still connected, sweating, with shallow breaths, my teeth retracted to normal. I felt him withdraw too and he licked my neck in the place he had bitten. I copied his actions then kissed the mark now evident on his skin.My mark, I thought.Mine.

He cradled me without a word as our breathing and heart rates slowly returned to normal.

“Stay with me tonight?” he asked.

Wrapped in his arms, there was nowhere I'd rather be.

“Ok,” I whispered against his chest.

His arms tightened around me and I knew I had just made my mate very happy. My mate. Just thinking it made me smile. When Elise had said there was more to completing the mating than just sex, I wondered if maybe that was what she was talking about. I would ask Kyle later. I just wanted to enjoy being close to him.

Neither of us moved or spoke again until I shivered. I had come down off my high from our love making and felt the chill in the air. He separated and I immediately felt his absence.

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