Page 41 of Fated
“No, I want you,” I restated, leaning forward and touching my lips to his so there was no doubt what I wanted from him. The moment my lips touched his, I felt a calmness settle over me. He kissed me back briefly before he pulled away.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” he said while searching my face.
“It’s what I need,” I told him. “Please.”
I think it was the please that made him gather me into his arms. His eyes held mine for a few seconds before his mouth covered mine and I felt myself come alive beneath his touch. New sensations crashed over me like a wave as his tongue trailed against my slightly open lips. Letting my arms slip around his neck, I pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I tentatively touched it with mine.
The flutter inside my stomach was unsettling but I caressed his tongue with mine while keeping him as close as possible. I needed him now more than ever.
"I'm not strong enough to turn you down even though I know it's the right thing to do," Blake whispered against my lips breathlessly. I grabbed his face and held it still as I straddled him and leaned forward. I slid my tongue seductively against his lips and I heard him groan as his mouth opened and his tongue met mine.
I couldn't let him change his mind because I needed this like I needed air to breathe. His touch and closeness were enough to push the pain away, even if it was only temporary.
He pulled away from me briefly, his eyes questioning mine as he reached for the hem of my shirt. I helped him pull the shirt over my head. His eyes darkened as they caressed my body.
"I’ve wanted this from the first moment I saw you," he whispered huskily, his eyes drinking me in. I leaned closer and kissed him. There had been an attraction between the two of us from the start. That hadn't been the problem. We had chemistry—the problem was we didn't have a lot of trust. Relationships, even ones dictated by fate, needed trust to work.
"Me too," I admitted when I broke the kiss to take a deep breath. My skin tingled where he touched me. His mouth trailed down from my jaw, down my neck with the soft trail of his tongue against my sensitive skin. I groaned and held him tighter.
He lifted me off his lap and lay me down on the bed. His hands reached for mine and held them above my head as he pushed his knee between my legs and I opened them up. He held my gaze as he settled between my legs and I instinctively pushed against him, needing more.
"Patience," he murmured with a sexy smile as I bit down on my lip.
Patience wasn’t my strong suit so it was hard to allow Blake the time to build this up for us. He saw the doubt in my eyes.
"It’ll be worth it," he assured me as he kissed me. It was so good, I felt a shiver through my body. He released my hands. He held the majority of his weight off me with one hand while the other hand trailed soft touches down my body. I lifted up slightly so his hands could unclasp my bra. Slowly he moved my straps from my arms and took it off.
"You're better than I ever expected," he said as he surveyed my half-naked form. He bent down and I felt the heat of his breath on my skin before I felt the flick of his tongue. The reactions from my body made me arch and slide my hands into his hair, keeping him from moving away.
It was pure ecstasy. I'd never felt this with any of the other guys I'd ever been with. I was panting as he continued to trail kisses down my firm stomach and down to the top of my cotton panties.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered to me as his eyes met mine. It was my last chance to back out.
"Yes."
I wanted this. There would be no backing out for me.
My chest tightened with the emotion that I'd dealt with today and I never wanted to feel that again. The emotions of grief and sorrow filled me up but I took a deep breath and pushed it back down. I was going to take control of my life now. There would be no more delaying.
Blake reached for the sides of my underwear and pulled them gently down as I lifted my hips to help him remove the clothing. I would mate with Blake and I would be able to shift, then I would become the powerful leader I was meant to be. It helped that being with him calmed my swirl of emotions that was trying to bring me to my knees.
Blake sat back on his haunches as he pulled his shirt over his head while he gazed at my naked body. Just the way he looked at me was enough to pool more heat at my core.
The feelings that tugged at my heart, I ignored. This wasn't anything more than sex and the only goal was to be able to shift, I reminded myself. The look in Blake's eyes as he shifted off the bed to undo his jeans and let them drop to the floor told me that he was starting to care for me.
I shut my thoughts out as Blake removed the rest of his clothing. I wanted to concentrate on the moment.
"You’re beautiful," Blake murmured to me as he moved over me. Our bodies fit tightly against each other.
Female werewolves could only get pregnant when in heat so there was no need for condoms. Our coming together was slow and sensual. Everything I'd ever wondered about him being good in bed was true. He knew exactly how to work me into a frenzy with a few well-placed touches.
I watched as Blake's actions became more frenzied and the strange feeling inside of me built up. With one hard-angled push, I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. I felt his lips against my throat and I felt the graze of his teeth against my soft skin.
I knew what was coming next, and moments later he followed me and shuddered as he came. He bit down on my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. The pain was minimal and then I felt his tongue soothe over the wound.
It was done.
Both of us were breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.
