Page 56 of Fractured Mates
I stop touching her. When her eyes shoot open, I know I have her full attention. “Not chosen mates. My wolf says second-chance mates, basically the same as fated ones.”
“And if you don’t put your hands back on me, we’re going to be nothing mates,” she threatens, but there’s a lightness to her tone.
Gently, I cup her face. “Sophie, if I’m right and I keep touching you, then there’s no going back. You’re mine and I’m yours. Tied together for the rest of this life. I won’t let you go, not even if you try to run or tell me that you hate me.”
She reaches for my shirt, gripping it tightly with one hand while the other covers her heart then mine. “I know what I’m doing and what will happen when we have sex. The pull between us will become a physical bond, and I have no intention of running from that. I’m giving myself to you, Kyler. Fully and freely.”
I’ve never been an overly emotional person. I can rage with the best of them. But deeper feelings that make my throat ache and eyes burn aren’t usually something I experience. Staring into the eyes of this strong, fierce woman who’s allowing her walls to come down and not being afraid of jumping right in, though, I know I’ll never be the same after this.
There are no words I can form that feel right. Instead, I pull her closer and kiss the hell out of her, imprinting this moment on my mind to never be forgotten.
My breathing becomes ragged, and I want to pin her to this bed, but I haven’t yet finished my inspection.
Or more accurately, she still has too many clothes on, and I want to be the one to undress her.
My lips break away from hers and I trail them down her jaw, then over her neck, nibbling at her skin as I go and enjoying when it pebbles beneath my touch.
Moving down her chest, I place light kisses over the swell of each breast as my hands reach around her back to unclasp her bra.
She tries to help, but I pin her hand down and lightly growl, eliciting a low gasp from her. Each strap falls down her arms, and as I remove the contraption, I give her shoulder one more look. There’s a red and jagged scar forming on her shoulder blade. One that I suspect will fade to a light pink by morning.
I press my lips over the wound, then move to face her again, but this time, I get up from the bed and stand next to it, turning her so that she’s still facing me.
Her brow raises and a sweet smile plays on her lips. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting you naked,” I say. Though, that’s only partially true. “Do you have a problem with that?”
My fingers reach for the button on her jeans as she says, “Not a single one.”
“Good. Now, lie back, be a good girl, and let me do my job.”
Just as I suspect, she doesn’t take well to the “good girl” comment. Her eyes narrow on me. “I’m not a dog.”
But I have no problem pinning her with an intense look of my own. “No, but you are mine.”
Her cheeks flush, and she licks her lips while her eyes roam over my body. “Proceed.”
The single word has me chuckling under my breath. I unbutton her pants and pull the zipper down, but before I lower the concealing material, I kneel to remove her boots.
She wiggles over the bed. “If you’re trying to test my patience, I’m going to fail in about two seconds.”
“If you want to know what I’m really capable of, then you’ll figure out a way to stay right where you are.” My words are rough. She’s not the only one being tortured. My hard dick aches from being confined, but I won’t be rushed. Not tonight. Not for this first time.
Still, I take her words to heart and yank her shoes off without a second thought. I don’t bother to stand back up as I reach for the waistband of her jeans, grabbing those and the underwear beneath them at the same time.
Inch by inch, she’s revealed to me. Her body wears the scars of a hard life, but when I look back up at her face, seeing her light-green eyes glowing with trust and yearning, I only see perfection. A woman worthy of love and respect and who should be treasured for all-time.
When I get her jeans to her knees, she kicks them the rest of the way off and shrugs. “Habit.”
Right, I think with a grin.
But I don’t waste time reprimanding her for losing patience. Instead, I show her the wait was worth it. My hands grab her thighs and jerk her toward the edge of the bed before I spread her legs open.
Her folds glisten just for me, and I want to take a moment to appreciate how fucking glorious she is, but the desire to taste her is too strong.
My mouth covers her clit and I suck hard before running my tongue over her pussy. Her fingers grip my hair, pressing my face harder between her legs and crying out my name.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” she demands, but it’s not necessary.