Setting the book down, I keep it open so the ink has time to dry.
When I glance at Keryth, I find him staring at me. His pupils are so large they’re nearly black, and when he licks his lips, I audibly gulp.
He looks like he wants to eat me. And I just might let him.
I jump a little when his hands go to my sides, and I let out a nervous laugh when I realize he’s undoing the corsets. They loosen immediately, and I tilt my head in confusion.
“How’d you get so good at this?”
“Practice.”
White hot jealousy ripples through my system. It’s so strong, flames shoot from my fingertips to the floor.
Pausing, Keryth gives me a wicked smirk. “A former soldier of mine lent me one of his mate’s old dresses,” he clarifies. “No one was in it when I honed my skills.”
“Oh,” I respond, sheepish.
I don’t normally have such a temper, but the thought of Keryth with anyone else makes me burn. My hands are still smoking a little, and my gaze dips to the charred rock.
Fitting a finger under my chin, he forces me to look up. “Don’t you know how much you mean to me? How long I’ve waited for you? I wanted you before I even knew you. I could never be with another. All of me is yours.”
His words cause a dipping sensation in my stomach, and heat settles in my lower belly. The cap sleeves of my gown slide down my arms, exposing my breasts to the humid air.
The material slips past my hips and pools at my feet. I’m essentially naked. Women’s panties in the Day Realm are usually see-through mesh. It gets so hot, breathability is important.
And from the way Keryth’s breathing speeds up, I’m guessing he likes them.
I pull my crown off my head, placing it next to the book. Then I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and push them down.
Reaching out, Keryth traces my slit. I jerk at the pleasurable sensation, and I steady myself by grasping his broad shoulders.
I’ve touched myself many times while thinking about him. Imagined my hands were his.
The real thing is way better.
Wetness pools between my thighs as my clit pulses, and I grapple with the belt on Keryth’s leather pants. Next, I go for the button and zipper.
Maybe I should’ve practiced, too. It’s not like I’m unfamiliar with pants—I do wear them occasionally when horseback riding or gardening—but my hands are shaking so much I’m having trouble getting them undone.
Realizing I need some help, Keryth stills my fingers with his. “Calm. Your frustration is getting hot.”
“Oh.” I yank my smoldering hands away and step back. I could’ve burned him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m usually much better at controlling my ability.”
After whipping his shirt over his head, he pulls off his belt and tosses the leather strap to the floor.
“For one, you’re young. It’s not uncommon for your power to be unpredictable at times.” He slides his zipper down. “And two, we’re both going to experience a power surge. Being together enhances everything about us. It completes us.”
I want to respond with something meaningful, but my mouth goes dry when his cock springs free.
It’s massive.
The swollen length juts out from his body, bobbing as he kicks his pants away. It’s pointing straight at me, like it knows exactly where it wants to go.
Rumor has it, when fated mates have sex for the first time, it’s not supposed to hurt the female. As Keryth said, joining will make us more whole, and our ability to heal quickly will be even faster than before. So quickly, that as he enters me, I won’t feel anything but a stretch.
But maybe the women who started that rumor hadn’t been with someone like my night king.
“You’re staring.” Keryth is clearly amused, his eyes dancing with mirth.
“It’s very… proud.” Proud? Seriously? I don’t get tongue-tied often, but my mind is foggy, and it feels like my whole body is throbbing. It’s hard to concentrate.
Embarrassed by my blunder, my cheeks heat. Keryth’s laugh booms off the low ceilings, and I blush even more.
Biting my lip, my eyes fall to the cave floor.
I see Keryth’s feet—and his proud cock—come into view as he steps close. “Do you understand why you’re feeling the way you are right now?”
“Because I love you so much?”
I gaze up at his light eyes, and there’s almost an invisible physical pull between us. My eyelids grow heavy, and there’s a strange hunger inside me. I need Keryth to touch me. To fill me.
I sway toward him, and the tip of his erection pokes me in the stomach. A bead of pre-cum smears against my skin, and I have the sudden urge to taste it.
Running a finger down my cheek, he asks, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you about a first time between fated mates?”
“I know how sex works,” I say defensively.
He chuckles. “I mean the demand of the bond. Do you feel it?”
Nodding, I admit, “I do feel something.”
“This is why it’s so hard for soul mates to resist each other. Destiny is literally pushing us together. Once we start, we probably won’t be able to stop. Are you okay with that?”
Oh, this is intense. No, I hadn’t heard that part, but it’s easy for me to imagine how hard it would be to deny completion. We haven’t even begun yet, but I feel itchy and achy. Like if I don’t get Keryth inside me, my body might implode.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m okay with that.”
Keryth
I should’ve come more prepared for this. There are no blankets. No cot for Zella to lie on. The hard surface will probably be uncomfortable, but it can’t be helped.
I had to get to her today.
With nothing but the clothes on my back, I made the trip for her.
So our clothes will have to do.
Arranging them to make a pitiful-looking pallet, I lower Zella to the ground. I wish I had something to make a pillow. As if she can read my mind, she reaches into her satchel and pulls out the unfinished blanket.
Perfect.
Smiling, she slips it under her head.
She gazes up at me with such trust. So much love. And when her eyes linger on my cock, it makes it very difficult for me to go slow.
Pushing her thighs apart, I look down at her glistening slit. She’s wet for me already.
I’m glad, because we don’t have much time. We can’t loiter here for long. It’s too dangerous.
“Tell me what you want first.” Taking myself at the base, I guide my cock to her center.
I rub my swollen head up and down, wetting my cock with her slickness, shuddering at the way it feels to nudge her hot opening. Every time I come back up and bump her clit, she gasps in the most erotic way.
“I just—” Writhing with need, she hisses. “I just want you inside me. I don’t care about anything else. Please. Now.”
Desperateness. That’s what she feels. I know, because I feel it, too.
This time, when I prod at her entrance, I push forward. Just a little.
The tip slides in.
I groan. She’s so slippery and warm. Her snug walls hug my cock, and it’s the best sensation in the world.