Page 33 of The Witch's Fate
She is open for me, and ready, and I enter her again with a deep thrust. I love the way she grips the sheets and how her swollen lips part with my name.
Gripping her hips, I hold her in place. Idalis only rocks her hips a little, taking me deeper.
“Do not move,” I order. “Stay here. I need you to stay here.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes.”
Her pussy clenches around me, hot and tight and slick with both of us, and I drop my head back and release a low growl into the air. I do not know what to do with the sensation that overwhelms me. I do not know how to handle so much pleasure. I have handled pain many times, but this is so much more intense that it turns my thoughts to mud.
It’s a deep need that I cannot fight.
I curl back toward her and bend my head, folding forward to cover her. Idalis spreads her thighs wider to accommodate me, but she does not need to. I am already seated inside her, and she was made to take me.
My cock pulses inside her.
I balance myself over her, rolling my hips only because I must move, I mustdosomething to handle this pleasure. I breathe deeper, my blunt nails digging into her skin.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous like this. Her hair is a mess and yet perfect. I can only see half her face, but the cheek visible to me is flushed pink. Her lips are slightly parted, and there’s a small curve to her lips.
“I need to claim you,” I tell her, and kiss the nape of her neck.
Idalis did not ask to be my mate. There was no way she could have predicted this would happen. We were brought together by fate.
She would probably say it was her spell that brought us here, not fate, but couldn’t fate have guided her hands?
Moving her hair to the side, she offers me her neck. “Claim me.”
I react instantly, biting her neck just enough to break skin and as I do, I fuck her recklessly. Forcing pleasure over her body as she cries out. The bed pounds against the wall as I lick and kiss the wound. My hips piston as the pleasure builds and I chase my climax.
Finally we come together, and I’ve never felt so complete.
Idalis lets me go with a soft sigh and turns into my arms when I lay on the pillow. She fits her body to mine and adjusts her head on my chest.
Her heart pounds. It takes a while for it to settle, as if she is waiting for me to give chase or go into battle with her or initiate another round. When her fingertips touch the mark, that’s already started to heal from my licks, she smiles. A faint beautiful smile. My heart swells.
My world revels in the fact that my mate is here. She’s safe in my arms, and has been pleasured to the very limits of her body. There is no threat outside the cottage. There is no threat for miles. I do not know another place where we could have such complete solitude, though that makes me ache for her as well. A woman like Idalis should not have had to keep herself so secluded.
We stay tangled in the sheets for a long time, avoiding the rest of the world. When goosebumps cover Idalis’s shoulder, I tug the blankets up and make sure she is well covered, but first I plant on a kiss on her bare skin. It’s a sin to cover her. I crave her skin against mine for as long as I can have it. Until dawn. Until the next day. Until…until I’m forced to go back.
As quickly as I can, I force that thought to fade away. I wish I could stay right here for years, but it’s not possible for a soldier. I’ll allow myself the fantasy a little longer. As her soft hums surround me with tender touches, I do everything I can not to think of what will come.
It’s dark in the cottage, and the sounds outside are those of the deep part of the night. I drift in the peace of the moment, entranced with the softness of Idalis’s skin and the warmth of her body in my arms. She’s not yet fallen asleep and makes no move to get up. I wonder if her thoughts are where mine are. If she has the same feelings I do, even though she’s not a wolf. So many thoughts race in my mind and yet I feel peace with her. Comfort and peace. She lies there with her hair spilling over my chest as I let my fingers slip over her curves. After a while, I thread my fingers through her hair, inhaling the scent of her.
This is how it should be.
She doesn’t seem shocked to find herself as my mate. She doesn’t ask questions. I wonder how much my little witch knows. Perhaps she sensed something in the air the moment our eyes met.
I lose myself in her smallest movements. Every breath she takes. The soft touch of her fingertips on my chest. The heat underneath her palms.
As my head clears from the rush of such intense mating, another desire rises in me.
To allow her to see the parts of me I have guarded for most of my life. It was known in my pack. It was known to some in the army. But someone like Idalis?
I’ve never shared this with someone like her. And it’s clear to me that I should share now. Before the hours tick on. She needs to know of the curse.
“I wasn’t supposed to have a mate.” My voice is more hoarse from the long silence than I anticipated. I clear my throat and peek down at her. Her gaze holds nothing but kindness and understanding. No shock. No judgment.
A weight lifts off me. As she licks her bottom lip, preparing to speak, Idalis repositions her head on my chest.
