Page 114 of Wolf Mate

“That’s one way of putting it, but we supernaturals call us fated mates.” He took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers. The buzzing thrummed between us. “That’s why, when we touch, our skin tingles. It’s as close as we’ve gotten to our souls being complete once more.”

It defied all logic, but what he said rang true in my heart. “Will we ever fully connect?”

He nodded. “When we complete the bond … as much as we can with you being human.”

“How does it happen?” I wanted to learn everything about our connection.

“When it’s two wolf shifters, they have sex and bite one another. The sex merges their souls into one, and the biting bonds them so they can link with each other, and the weaker of the two join the stronger one’s pack.”

Why did that sound so damn sexy?

My every sense became attuned to the way our bodies were pressed together. I was done talking. I wanted to connect our souls and see what it was like. If touching him felt this great, I wanted to know what sex with him was like. My body warmed, and I could tell the moment he smelled my arousal.

He closed his eyes. “Babe, I wasn’t trying to talk you into being physical with me. Besides, we need to get you something to eat. You expelled so much magic out there, and I need you to stay healthy.”

He was right. I probably should eat, but there were more important things that needed to be taken care of first. Instead of answering, I kissed him gently. If he realized my intentions right away, he might resist me and demand that I eat. He was caring and amazing like that. So I’d have to distract him into it.

Clutching my hand a little tighter, he kissed me back. After a moment, I licked his lips, asking for entry.

Gently, he pulled away, his eyes glowing. “You need to eat.”

“I will,” I promised, and a desperate urge overtook me. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. He was already hard between my legs, and need knotted in my stomach. The urge to connect with him this way was taking over, and though I didn’t understand why, I wanted it to happen more than I wanted to breathe.

“The last time—” he started.

“Look, I don’t feel sick, and the room isn’t spinning.” I hadn’t realized that until now. I leaned down, my hair falling around us like a curtain, and kissed him. I took my time enjoying his taste and the way our mouths moved together. As soon as he tilted his head, I responded like we shared a mind.

He groaned. “You’re making this really hard for me.”

I snorted. “That’s kind of the point, or do I have the way sex works completely wrong?”

“Ha ha.” His chest shook with silent laughter. “Here I am concerned about your well-being, and you’re making pervy jokes.”

“You’d know if I were lying about not feeling well.” I raised my head, wanting him to see my sincerity.

Something flipped in his eyes. They darkened, and he lunged up and deepened our kiss, devouring me. I tried not to grind into him, not wanting to take things too fast, but my body had a mind of its own. I pressed my core against his hardness, and he growled, gripping my hips and thrusting against me.

My breath caught, and need pooled deep within me. I moved so I could slide my hands under his shirt. As my fingertips traced the curves of his muscles, his body shuddered. I’d thought I’d never be able to do this with him again, and now that we were entangled, I couldn’t fathom not doing it every day until I died.

As our kisses became more desperate, he slipped his hands under my shirt and bra, his fingers caressing my nipples. I sucked in a breath, the sensation causing pressure to build inside me. His firm touch, combined with his mouth sucking on my tongue, made me dizzy.

As he worked my body into a frenzy, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to get rid of any barriers between us, so I broke away and sat up, then removed my shirt and bra. He watched me, his irises glowing, and when I tossed the clothes to the floor, he growled.

“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he breathed and grabbed my waist then twisted us so I landed on my back. He hovered over me, scanning me slowly.

He made me feel powerful and sexy.

I giggled as he sat up and pulled off his shirt. But the laughter died when I took in every inch of his chiseled body. We’d touched and pleasured each other before, but we’d always kept our clothes on. This was heading in a far more intimate direction, and I couldn’t wait to experience it with him. The yanking inside me grew stronger than ever, like Ineededus to connect.

He rolled onto his side and covered my breast with his mouth. His hands unfastened my jeans, and he slipped oneunderneath my panties between my legs. His fingers found the spot that drove me wild, and he circled.

“I don’t want to finish like this,” I protested weakly. That damnyankwas almost painful with the strong need I had for him. “I wantallof you.”

His free hand clutched the sheets hard, and his mouth released my breast. His chest heaved as he said, while still rubbing between my folds, “If you’re saying that because of how we merge souls—”

“That’s not the only reason why.” I panted, growing close to release. “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it. I feel it.”

“Fuck, Sky. Are you sure? You’re human … and I’ve been careful with you. If we have sex, there won’t be anything casual about it. If you think I’m possessive now, once we—”

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