Page 147 of Just One Bite
My legs shake as he goes deeper, and I’m so full I cry out.
He starts soft, then he pounds into me harder and harder till I can’t think. I just need him. I’ll die if he stops. The pressure building in my core is unbearable, but my blood races as it climbs. I want him to finish. I think he’s almost there, but then he pulls out.
“What are you doing?” I say.
“I want to look at you.”
I’m malleable putty in his hands as he flips me, lifts my leg, then slides into me in one fluid motion. This is different. I feel how much he wants me. How good every single thrust inside me feels for him. How he’s so close to coming but grasping at the sheets to stop himself.
I feel the bond. What Parker felt but I couldn’t.
I gasp.
He stops. “This still okay?”
“I feel … what you feel.”
A wide grin spreads across his face, like that’s the best news he’s heard all day. “Yeah?”
He goes deeper, and now I know he’s right where he wants to be. How the wet heat for him is perfect, and the pressure of me fluttering around him is inching him closer to release. He’s so eager to please—
Our pleasure is one harmonious rhythm that bursts simultaneously. Instead of warmth, it’s coolness spreading through my abdomen, and as I ride out the end of my release, Parker holds me tight to him till all the heat and itchiness vanish.
I still want to be close to him long after the effects fade. I cling to him, unwilling to lose the connection.
The sound of rain and thunder come back as we lie panting in bed.
Naked and dirty, I turn to crawl on top of Parker’s chest, but he stops me.
“Please don’t get up yet.”
His lips run over my cheek. Rough fingers move through my hair, and hetouches me like he’s trying to memorize the shape of my lips and nose.
It’s done. We’re mated. And it is different, but not in any way I thought it would. This was my choice. It doesn’t change the way I love Parker; it only deepens our connection.
He is the man from my dreams.
And the boy who pulled me from the water when I was a child. He’s always loved me.
“You’re my mate,” I say, running my hands in his still-damp hair.
He looks as tired as I feel. The rain hitting the top of the treehouse settles around us and it’s like we’re the only two people left in Vviveren.
“Are you okay?”Parker’s voice enters my head.
I suck in a breath. The books only said it was a possibility. Not all linked mates can talk telepathically. I didn’t think we—
“Did you just?”
“Yeah. It’s okay. I promise.” He comforts me with a hand on my cheek. His eyebrows draw together. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m okay.”I try back, and his eyebrows lift with the smile on his face.“I’m thinking you love me. It was never just the bond.”
He smiles. “Never just that. Just you. Always you.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“How I need to marry you immediately. Do you think you’ll want to take my last name?”
