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Yes. Gods, yes, Mikalina. The same as I feel for you.
Chapter 17
Ren
“Please tell me it’s not just me,” Mikalina whispered, maybe to herself.
I wound my arms tighter around her, needing her closer. Gods, I needed her so much closer. I needed us fused, irrevocably tied together for all of eternity. “I’ve known you were mine before you even came into my life,iubirea mea.” I knew my words would make no sense, and I wanted so desperately to tell her what she really was to me.
Patience.
“What does that mean?” she asked softly, her body warming for me further. I could smell the heat of her, the arousal slowly growing like a fire from kindling.
I pushed her hair away gently, lingering on the smooth, soft, and warm expanse of where her throat met her shoulder. I couldn’t help but let my gaze focus on that area… right where my bite would go.
My mouth watered, my canine incisors elongating in preparation.
Patience.
“My love, or something to that extent,” I murmured, my focus still on that sweet spot at her neck. My cock was so hard, thick and long, and I couldn’t help but roll my hips, knowing I was digging the fucker against her.
She gasped and tightened her nails into my arms, holding on, but also pressing down on me.
I tipped my head back slightly as a shot of ecstasy slammed into me. My eyes dropped to half-mast, my gaze trained on her eyes, seeing she was getting to that moment right with me… the one where she was so fucking primed she couldn’t think straight.
I kept my mouth closed so she wouldn’t see my fangs, so she wouldn't see how much my mouth watered to pierce her flesh and give her my mark.
Patience.
“That's one hell of an endearment,” she whispered, and when I lifted my hips again, pressed my cock against her core, she closed her eyes and moaned, gripping me tighter, her words trailing off.
I wanted her… badly. I desired her more than I'd ever desired anything in my long existence, and here she was—my mate—for the taking.
“I feel… like I’m burning alive, Ren.”
I had my mouth at her throat after she uttered those words, my lips and tongue lashing at her flesh. I groaned at her sweetness, the flavor of her skin exploding on my tongue. She was an aphrodisiac. Everything about her was so potent to me I knew I’d never get enough. I’d continue to crave and crave and crave her until I drew my last breath. My need for Mikalina would only grow with each passing day.
“I need to feel you, touch you… taste you.” I pulled back, a feat hard as fuck. “Will you let me, my female?”
She opened her eyes and looked at me with a drugged expression. I didn’t censor my verbiage, even knowing she might think it was weird the words I said.My female. My love.I hoped she thought it was because of a language barrier, English as my second language, so my words sounded strange to her. She could think that right now. It would make things easier for her mind. But eventually—very fucking soon—she’d know the truth of what they meant.
“Will you let me make you feel good?”
Gods, she was breathing so hard, her eyes so blue they almost glowed from her desire.
“This is so crazy,” she murmured and lowered her eyes to my lips. “But I can’t seem to say no to you.” She looked back into my eyes. “I don’t want to say no to anything with you, Ren.”
I let out a purr of approval and rolled my hips again, loving how she gasped from the contact.
“I’m so confused,” she said and looked at my mouth once more. “But I don’t even care, because I want you too much, Ren.”
I growled, fucking growled like the Lycan I was.
In a matter of seconds, I cleared the table in front of me with a sweep of my arm and had Mikalina sitting on the smooth wood, her legs spread, her eyes wide. While staring into her shocked but pleasure-hazed expression, I gripped her ankles and placed her feet on the edge of the table. She wore pants, but they were no match for my passion. I’d tear them away like they were tissue.
“You want this?”
She licked her lips and nodded.