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He makes quick work of his shirt and pants as well, following me with a wicked expression. “Oh, I think I know what you mean...” And with that he wraps his huge arms around my middle, hauling me into the air. I respond with a happy scream, playfully beating at his chest and shoulders while I flail against his grip. It’s all a show. I love how strong he is. How easily he can manhandle me.

And he knows it.

With a grin, he puts me down. We wade into the lake together, laughing and splashing at one another as the moon watches us from above, the droplets of water on our bodies making everything hot and wet.

“Sarah,” he breathes, pressing a heated kiss to my temples, my cheeks, and finally my lips. My legs hook around his waist, and the combination of the water and his strength makes me feel weightless.

“Ulfar,” I respond, nuzzling into his neck and arching my hips against him.

“Is this the dessert you were talking about?” Ulfar nips at my ear. The timbre of his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“Mmm,” I hum. The water isn’t the only thing making me wet right now. “Something like that.”

“Good,” he growls, hoisting me higher so that I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing up against me. He’s so close now. If I could just angle my hips a little more, he’d be inside.

“Ulfar,” I pant again, trying to rub against him with everything I have. “Please. I need you. Now.”

He lets out a laugh. It’s a low, hearty rumble that would make me weak in the knees if I wasn’t already in his arms. “But you already have me, little one.”

I can’t help it. I let out a frustrated whine, pressing myself into him. I bury my face in his neck, drawing in as much of his scent as I can. This time the desperation isn’t because of a hormonal heat cycle.

It’s because I truly want him. And because I want to burn this moment into my memory forever, so I can remember him when I leave. I will always want to remember how loved and cherished he made me feel. How special. How safe.

“Use your words,” he prompts me, his wide hands resting on the curve of my ass.

I’m sure I’m blushing redder than the mushrooms on the bank, but I’m too far gone to care. “Y-your cock. Ulfar. I need you inside of me. Please.”

Another chuckle. Damn him. He knows just what he’s doing to me, and he’s enjoying every second of it. “All you had to do was ask, little one. Was that so hard?”

I don’t need to say a word in answer. The combination squeal and moan that I let out when his cock spears into me says more than I ever could.

We rock together, letting out sounds of primal joy that only the forest can hear. And as he cries out my name and fills me to the brim with his cum one last time, I swear that I’ll remember this feeling forever.

MARKING A MATE

ULFAR

There’s no doubt in my mind anymore. Sarah is my heart-mate. I feel it in my soul every time we touch, and when we shared that moment together at the lake last night, I swear she felt it too.

I make a mental note to ask Orri what he did when he made the mate bond with Isabella. How it worked with the ISA. If there were any extra forms to fill out. Because as much as I dread the idea of more paperwork, I’ll do anything if it means I can keep Sarah by my side another day.

I wake early the next morning and wade into the deeper waters, watching as iridescent fish swim between my legs. With a quick, practiced movement I plunge my hand into the water and come up with a wriggling fish.

“Perfect,” I mutter to myself. “Breakfast.”

When Sarah wakes, I’m almost done frying up the fish I caught over the fire. She steps out of the tent and yawns, rubbing her eyes and stretching. Her hair is a mess from sleep and sex, but it makes her that much more beautiful in my eyes. If I had my way, I would wake up to this every morning and prepare her fresh meals with my own two hands.

“What’s that smell?” Sarah asks, her voice still sleepy. “It woke me up.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I tease. “You’re just in time for breakfast. Just caught this morning.”

I turn and extend a plate to her, and her face lights up. “Wow! You caught this? I didn’t even see any fishing gear in your bag.”

“Don’t need any,” I say. My chest swells with pride. “Got all that I need right here.” I hold up my hands and wiggle my fingers to make a point.

“You—” Her eyes go nearly as wide as the plates. “You caught a fish with your bare hands?! But they’re so fast!”

“When I was out on duty, we had to pack light. Didn’t have room for all that equipment, so I learned to make do. Now come here, dig in before your breakfast gets cold.” I pat the log beside me and gesture for her to sit down.

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