Page 57 of Taunted By Fate

“Are you ready for me again, already?”

This time I was the one wearing the goofy little smirk as I rocked my hips. I could barely contain the gasps of pleasure that were involuntary. This felt amazing. I could feel every inch of him inside me. I loved the way the head of his cock hit something sensitive that I’d never known was there.

I gripped my own breasts as I rocked against him.

“You’re ready for me, that’s certain,” I said between gasps.

His fingers dug harder into my hips and he helped my pace along, not allowing me to let up. Not letting me stop no matter how fucking good it felt. How good he felt between my legs as I rode him.

“I am always ready for my mate. I have years of wet dreams to sate little-wolf.”

I could feel the coil of desire growing tighter and tighter as he pushed me to ride him faster.

“Years of dreams, yes,” I said sounding breathless.

He wasn’t wrong. His chiseled body, the way his cock felt inside me, none of my dreams prepared me for just how amazing any and all of this was.

I rode him the way I’d dreamed. I wanted to be in control of my life just once, and he was the choice I’d made. I just hadn’t realized it. Not until now.

I gasped as he bucked driving himself deeper and his thumb slid to my clit. He hit every spot at just the right moment and my body answered. I cried out his name as my core quivered and pulsed around him. The world faded into a static around me. He flipped us over as I tried to wrap my brain around my own pleasure. But I didn’t have a chance to breathe.

He pumped into me again and again until the pulse of his shaft told me he was coming with me.

I just laid there, my entire body a useless noodle.

Even my wolf wasn’t pushing to run anymore. Not for the second anyway. I closed my eyes and barely registered that he was shifting us again.

Something that had never occurred to me was that even if I’d only ever met him that once. And even if I’d always thought he’d forgotten me, he’d still kept me sane. He’d kept me warm when the nights were cold. And everything I’d somehow made up? It hadn’t been wrong. He was everything I’d always needed and wanted.

“Devon? I love you,” I said half asleep.

Strange how the moon goddess, even on the worst of my days had tried to give me hope and here I was.

I yawned and hung somewhere between sleep and lucidity.

“I know. Sleep little-wolf. I’ve loved you for ten years, my Kiara.”

* * *

I awoke as the world erupted into howls.

“Kiara, we need to go.”

Devon gently stroked my back, but the agitation was rolling off him. No, it was the mate connection. I could feel the tension.

“We need to make it back to the pack.”

I nodded. The strange tension and worry came at me from all sides. There was no sleep to clear my head from this. The howls didn’t help either and met the worry through this connection and it was like a cold dose of water to my soul.

“Is your wolf fully healed?”

I nodded, but I took a quick inventory of her.

“She’s right here. She’s making my skin itch.”

He nodded and moved on the bed, pulling himself from me.

A bit of pain had me wincing as I sat up.