Page 154 of Moonlit Nights & Northern Lights
“Feel how perfectly we fit together,” he said, voice thick with desperation, like he was begging me to agree that we belonged, that this could work, that we could be something real.
My heart seized.
“Perfectly, baby,” I whispered against his lips, my hands cupping his face. “We fit together perfectly.” I pulled him closer, needing every inch of contact. “You feel so good inside me. I want to keep you here forever.”
The word slipped out before I could stop it—forever—and my breath caught at the weight behind it.
But Rory’s eyes blazed brighter, and suddenly his hips snapped forward with renewed urgency. The gentle rhythm shattered into something fierce, claiming. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, until I was gasping beneath him.
“I’m so glad I get to fuck you raw,” he growled against my throat, his hand wrapping around my cock possessively. “Fill you up with me.”
His fist moved in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts, stroking me with the same desperate intensity that drove his hips. It was all too much—being filled and claimed, his hand quickly working me towards the edge.
Something new began flowing through our bond—not just his desire or mine, but something richer, more profound. It poured from him intome like liquid gold, warm and precious and transformative. Tender yet fierce, desperate yet patient.
This felt like making love.
The realisation hit me like a revelation, causing my heart to thump even faster.
“Rory—” His name broke from my lips as my body went rigid beneath him, every muscle seizing as pleasure crashed through me. I came with a strangled cry, spilling across my stomach whilst he continued to move inside me, drawing out every last tremor of release.
He followed moments later, his face contorting in blissful surrender as he buried himself deep. I felt him pulse inside me, gorgeously hot, marking me from within. A primal groan tore from somewhere deep in his chest before he caught my mouth in a long kiss.
Then Rory’s tongue found the mess on my stomach, long warm strokes that had me shivering beneath him until I was drenched in his saliva instead. Once I was thoroughly cleaned, he made a little satisfied hum, cocking his head to one side. He collapsed on top of me, and for a moment we lay there panting, hearts hammering against each other through sweat-slicked skin.
…forever…maybe he really means it…
The thought drifted through me like smoke, carrying with it all of Rory’s hope and uncertainty.
It was so powerful that my mouth immediately snapped open to reply, to comfort, to reassure.
Though something froze my tongue—the rational part of my mind, beginning to catalogue all the reasons this was madness. We’d known each other properly for days, not months. This mate bond business was supernatural craziness I still didn’t fully understand.
But beneath all that sensible protest, something deeper stirred. Something that had been growing since the moment Rory first challenged me, first made me laugh despite myself, first showed me glimpses of the fierce loyalty hidden beneath his chaotic exterior.
Forever: a word that should terrify,
instead it settles like destiny—
inevitable as sunrise,
warm as his eyes meeting mine.
Rory deserved honesty. He deserved someone who wouldn’t flinch away from this wonderful thing that was building between us. He also deserved better than empty promises made in the aftermath of earth-shattering sex.
I slipped my hand under the shirt to trace patterns on his shoulder, buying myself time whilst my thoughts churned.
“Forever with you would be…” I whispered against his temple, feeling him tense slightly in anticipation. His breathing fell shallow, waiting. I felt his hope and fear warring with each other, both emotions so acute they made my heart squeeze.
I took a deep, long breath.
“Forever with you would be the greatest adventure I never knew I was looking for.”
Rory’s eyes widened, those impossible blue-green depths suddenly bright as sea glass caught in sunlight. For a heartbeat, I could have sworn I saw actual stars dancing in them.
Joy crashed through our connection like a tidal wave, so pure and vast it knocked the breath from my lungs. The emotion was effervescent, bubbling up from somewhere deep in Rory’s chest and flooding into me with such force I felt weightless. Untethered. As if I might simply drift away on the current of his happiness, floating up through the tent roof to join the aurora still painting the sky above us.
But beneath that brilliant surge of elation, something else flickered—a sharp spike of terror. Brief but unmistakable, lightning illuminating storm clouds for just an instant.
