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“We’ll see,” he replied in a non-committal fashion. “But whatever the future holds, the Weaver already blessed me by sending you to me. I am happy.”
I melted as I snuggled deeper into him. “So am I.”
“Sleep, my mate. We have a tough journey ahead.”
Chapter 7
Remus
It took every ounce of my willpower to pull myself away from my mate’s embrace as she continued to sleep soundly. We still had a couple of hours left before we would need to start moving. I felt chilled to the bone without the warmth of her body wrapped around mine.
But that same thought squashed the wondrous memories of our intimacy. Throughout the night, Amara’s body had gotten unnaturally hot, and not in the way mine did when being in the presence of my Twin Flame triggered my heat. Once or twice, my female had winced and even moaned in pain. Thankfully, it hadn’t awakened her.
Those undeniable signs of her illness progressing had me on the verge of panic.
We were still very far from our destination. I suspected Amara was hiding just how unwell she actually felt. I would push hard for us to make even better time, but I didn’t know that it would suffice. Worse still, what if that hastened her decline?
I couldn’t lose her.
Forcing myself to cast out those grim musings, I headed outside to gather our discarded clothes by the river, then vented my frustration and sense of helplessness by chopping wood to replace the logs we used last night. I caught and prepared another rabbit for breakfast and added a few berries and vegetables from the garden before returning to our room.
With an hour left, I climbed back into bed with my mate. The way she instinctively wrapped herself around me, even in her sleep, brought a smile to my face. By Ferazan, how did she manage to make me feel so loved and wanted with every slightest gesture?
I had just begun dozing off when Amara stirred against me. Not wanting to rob her of the short rest time we had left, I remained still. But she didn’t. What I first assumed to be her right hand absent-mindedly caressing my chest in her half-slumber quickly proved to be deliberate and calculated. My stomach did a backflip when my mate gently rubbed her cheek against my chest, then turned her face to cover it with soft kisses.
My breath hitched when her lips closed over my right nipple. I sank my fingers into the tight curls of her puffy hair, their softness like a cloud under my palm. A growly moan vibrated through my chest as the burning heat of her tongue began to tease my nub. I should stop her, but every fiber of my being hungered for her attentions.
The guilt and shame of a lifetime of being reminded daily that an abomination such as I was forbidden this type of intimacy shouted for me to push her away. I fisted my hand in her hair, intent on tugging her head back. Her teeth grazing against my nipple then nipping it made my mind go blank.
Her right hand greedily roamed over my body as Amara moved her head to cater to my other nipple. A powerful shiver coursed through me when she raked her nails down my abdominal muscles. A bolt of lust exploded in the pit of mystomach, and my fingertips ached with the need to extrude my claws.
My pulse picked up, and my skin heated as her wandering hand ventured further south. A strangled growl escaped me as her dainty fingers wrapped around my quickly hardening length. I fisted the blanket with my free hand, my claws shooting out and digging into the fabric when she began to stroke me.
Every single one of my senses shouted for me to stop her. But it was so damn good! Technically, this was still safe. So long as I didn’t release my seed, no harm could come to her. But even if it did, so long as she didn’t ingest it, or that it didn’t enter her in any way, be it vaginally or through some open cut, she would be safe. So long as…
I cried out as the inferno of her mouth closed over the head of my cock. Between the overwhelming pleasure of her touch, and my desperate efforts at rationalizing why it was okay to indulge a little longer in her ministrations, I hadn’t realized that her mouth had been trailing a path down my pelvis.
Amara bobbed over me three or four times before I recovered enough from the shock and blissful sensation to yank her head back and away from me.
“No, Amara!” I exclaimed, my voice pained from the burning need to beg her to continue instead.
“I’ll be careful,” she said, her tone almost pleading. “I won’t swallow.”
“It’s too risky! What if a drop seeps out?” I argued, trying to pull away from her.
“Then I’ll steer clear of the head,” she countered stubbornly. “You’re mine, Remus. I won’t be denied what’s mine.”
Without waiting for my response, Amara dove right back down, sliding her tongue from the junction of my testicles up the base of my shaft, before teasing the seam of my knot. My legs jerked, and my stomach contracted painfully as she resumedstroking me in earnest. As promised, my mate’s mouth never ventured higher than the halfway point of my length. The way she squeezed my knot, twisting her wrist just perfectly with each upward motion had liquid fire coursing through my veins.
My testicles felt heavy and on the verge of bursting when she sucked one of them into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it while she fondled the other one with her free hand. Tension quickly built as I tumbled down a vortex of endless pleasure. I wouldn’t last long yet didn’t want her to stop.
Without thinking, I yanked the corner of the blanket and slapped it on the tip of my cock, partially covering it. Heedless of the fabric impeding her movements, Amara pursued her ministration at an even more frenzied pace, having no doubt realized that my climax was imminent.
I sensed it half a second before it struck me like lightning at the base of my spine. I shoved my mate away with a bit more force than intended, but nowhere near enough to be harmful. Having visibly expected it, Amara flowed with the movement, rolling to the side. Even as I spun to a sitting position at the edge of the bed, I clasped my hand with bruising force around my cock still partially covered by the blanket. With a savage roar, I shot my seed in blissful spurts that left me disoriented. With a will of its own, my hand stroked me brutally, squeezing my knot which was pointlessly swelling.
As I filled the blanket, Amara knelt behind me, the warm skin of her chest pressing against my back. She wrapped her arms around my chest, caressing me and kissing my nape until I was fully spent.
When I finally stopped stroking myself, I felt weak and dizzy. But above all, I felt cherished as I leaned back against my Twin Flame, who tightened her embrace around me.
