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His gaze serious, Drakolt lifted the fingers to his mouth and licked each one thoroughly in the most erotic display I could imagine. I am not sure whythisshould be more primitive than what he had just done, but it felt that way.
Mayhap ‘twas the satisfied noises he had made which caused my cheeks to heat with embarrassment, and my thighs to press together. I winced at the sensation, knowing I would be sore in the morning.
I had taken all four of his fingers, and he had made certain I was ready for him.
For hiscock.
Did he want that now? I felt as limp as a wrung-out cloth, but surely he would expect that now? What had he said? He wanted to know what pleased me…was that all he wanted?
Drakolt grinned and reached for me, his hands closing around my waist. “Ye’re overthinking it, pretty little Mate.”
He’d called me that before. What did it mean?
My mind was dazed, I knew, wandering…so when he pulled me forward, off the log, and tucked me up against his side, I was not quite certain what was expected of me. I tipped my head back to stare up at him.
“Palton’s Spear, ye are beautiful like this, Sorcha.”
“Like what?” I whispered.
“Sated.” To my surprise, he leaned down and brushed a kiss over my forehead. It felt like a normal kiss, the way a human husband might have kissed me.
Nay. A human husband would not have done what Drakolt just did for you.
“Go to sleep, lass.” He grunted slightly as he shifted position until his back was against the log, and I was in his lap.
I had to admit, I was warm and comfortable and protected. “But…”
Another kiss on my temple. “Ye’ve satisfied my curiosity. Go to sleep.”
I could still feel his cock, hard beneath my arse. Hiscuriosity. That was all this had been about? He had said he wanted to know what brought me pleasure, and he had paid attention.
Could I ask for anything more? From a Mate?
My eyelids were heavy, the long days of tension and the two magnificent climaxes catching up with me. Itipped my head against his shoulder and snuggled closer.
As Drakolt stroked my arm and murmured things to me in a language I did not recognize, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, feeling cherished.
Chapter 8
Drakolt
In all my years planning for the future of my clan, I hadn’t considered Mating. It is not a guarantee, after all, that a male—even a chief—will find his Mate and have kits. But if Ihaddared to dream of a Mate, she would not be a pale, delicate firebrand with flame-colored curls and spots across her nose.
And I would never have imagined that when it came to that Mate, the best feeling would be waking up with her in my arms. But there we were.
When I woke the next morning, I took a few minutes to just lie there and breathe, savoring the feel of Sorcha curled across my chest. I protected her from the cold, hard ground, and I imagined her untidy sprawl proved her appreciation. Her small handswere tucked into my belt at my sides to stay warm, and her cheek was plastered to my bare chest.
I smiled.
Aye, this satisfaction was the best part of finding my Mate. Knowing I’d satiated her last night and she’d fallen asleep on me, that was real contentment.
So what if I had a cockstand the size of MountMahant? I had suffered through worse.
Then Sorcha made an adorable little noise and flopped to one side, her knee smashing into my most delicate area, and I couldn’t contain my groan as I gently shifted her out of the way.
My Mate was a slow riser, at least this morning. I wished I’d been able to hold her the other nights, but she hadn’t been ready for me to touch her then. After last night, after feasting upon her and bringing her pleasure, I knew she’d allow me to protect her with my body.
This morning, though, her cheeks pinkened and she rolled away from me, apparently uninterested in meeting my gaze. Mayhap ‘twas because I couldn’t help my self-satisfied smile.
