Page 63 of Tide Touched

His hands gather up my dress, sending it burning off me, vanishing into ash on the breeze. ‘You’ll have every inch of me.’ He sets his hands to my underwear, then my bra.

We’re both naked now, for the first time. Our warm bodies nearly pressed together. Smoke spills around us as the river rises and breaks, creating a whirlwind of water, fire and steam.

Killian’s hand moves between my legs. ‘I have thought about you so much, wanted, needed you so much.’ His fingers drag up my thigh, finding the wetness leaking from me. He gathers some of it onto his index finger, then presses it inside me. ‘You know that, don’t you?’

Holding back a desperate whimper, I shake my head.

He pushes a second finger in. ‘You should know that,’ he chides.

I bite my lip, still shaking my head.

‘Then I’ll just have to show you.’ With a swift movement, he picks me up and sets me on my back, on the other bank of the stream, soft grass beneath me. He slides his fingers back inside me and I moan. He’s finally touching me! Then he slides his body between my legs, and I assume he’s about to thrust his cock into me, but he sits back on his heels.

‘What are you doing?’ I breathe.

Killian’s body is still burning, his eyes on fire. ‘Trust me.’ He lowers his face to my pussy and drags his tongue over me. I give a little yelp of surprise, but I like it. He presses a hand to my belly, and he uses his tongue and his fingers.

His hot, wet tongue presses down on my clit as his fingers curl inside me, pumping. I dig my fingers into the grass as an orgasm crashes over me. I cry out, bucking, basically shoving my pussy more into his face, if that’s possible.

Killian lets out a growl. He sits up, his cock throbbing, the tip already shining. ‘May I?’

I nod. ‘I need you.’

His cock is larger than Carter’s and on fire. That, I never imagined. But I’m not worried or afraid. I need him inside me. I want to burn from within, to be set alight by my true mate.

Killian leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. He rakes his hands over me, cups my cheek, then lines up with my entrance. His fiery gaze settles on me. ‘I love you, Katherine. You’re mine.’

He pushes his flaming cock inside me and I burst and burn, and come undone. My head smacks back into the earth as I cry out, then he pushes all the way in until he hits some crucial point inside me and I scream.

Killian chuckles darkly above me. ‘Do you believe me now, Katherine? That I’ve always needed you?’ When I don’t answer for a moment, he gives a punishing thrust that sends my vision white.

I mumble something incoherent. I can’t think, can’t talk. All I want is for him to pound me until his cock splits me in two, until we’re six feet into the dirt, and it’s the end of time, and he’s still inside me and the stars are burning out of existence, raining more fire down onto our bodies.

‘Look at me,’ Killian orders.

I open my eyes to the god of fire riding me. Love burns in his eyes. Every other thought that has ever existed leaves me. Only three words matter. ‘I love you,’ I breathe.

Killian smiles. He winds his hand between us and pinches my clit.

I scream with my climax, my pussy clenching hard around his cock, making him come with a loud howl. He thrusts inside me a few more times, his chest heaving, then slows.

Still inside me, his fire begins to fade, though the love in his eyes melts me. He slowly pulls out, then wraps me up in his arms, holding me as close as possible. ‘Mine,’ he growls. His hands slide over every inch of my body. Gently, possessively, lovingly.

I nuzzle into his chest, barely able to keep my eyes open. ‘Mine.’ I feel something slide into place within me. Our mate bond is secured.

Killian holds me close, his arms wrapped protectively around me. ‘Never doubt it, never forget.’

A scream from the cave wakes me with a start. Curled up in Killian’s arms, both of us naked, we sit up, eyes widening. Moira. Elijah.

Killian shifts smoothly, only a slight whine escaping his lips at the pain. I try to do the same, but I have to stop running, pause, concentrate, then shift—easier near my mate.

On all fours, we run to the cave as a pained whine bounces from the cave walls, I can’t tell from whom. There’s a great blur of fur, then something knocks me down, nearly crushing me. Claws drag down my face, scoring deep into my cheek. I scream—which comes out as a howl—trying to swipe out. Pinned down, déjà vu washes overs me, as I stare up into the wolf’s face. Courtney. The Water Pack are trying to capture me, but she won’t have it.

I howl as her claws rake down my neck, over my shoulder, cleaving my skin like ribbons, warm blood spurting out, dribbling down my collarbone.

Another howl shatters my ears. There’s a rush of movement, other wolves, and a female yelp I recognise as Moira. I try to get up, to see her, but Courtney won’t budge. She’s stronger than she looks.

My vision blurs as something deep, earth brown—fur—passes nearby. Elijah’s shifted into his human form, naked and trembling on the ground, covered in blood. A whimper escapes his lips. ‘Moira!’ He swears at one of the wolves, trying to get to his feet, but collapses.

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