I wonder if she would be this shy with my head buried between those pretty silken thighs as I taste her and make her scream my name to the moon.
She must hear the thought, because she whimpers into my mouth. I swallow the sound and grind my hips against hers, pressing my cock to her wetness through her dress as her musk fills the small den. The scent of her arousal sends both my wolf and me into a mating frenzy, even as I try to hold back and go slow for my little fae mate.
“Slate,” she whispers against my lips, the sound of my name making me shiver. There is power infused behind it, and the emotions tied up in that one word is astounding, but I understand, because I feel the same.
I need to stop, to slow down. If she is innocent, I can’t rip away her dress and claim her. I need to take it slow, to make her enjoy it, to have her coming at least three times on my tongue and fingers before I drive my cock into her. So I kiss her once more and roll from her, getting to my knees.
My chest is heaving, my lips are raw from her kiss, her taste is still on my tongue, and her body is imprinted against mine. She blinks, her eyes hazy. Her breasts press against her dress, almost falling free as she pants. The tips of her rosy nipples are on display, making me groan and close my eyes as I breathe through my desire, reminding myself to treasure her, worship her. She’s innocent, too innocent for the dark lust I’m feeling right now. My wolf is riding me to bend her over and slam into her with both my fangs and cock.
She sits up, her cheeks turning red, the colour flushing down her chest as well, and her eyes drop to my front before she blushes harder. I follow her gaze to my hard cock—ah, yeah, I’m naked. She quickly looks away, making me chuckle. “You hungry, darling?”
“Wait, what?” she blurts, looking at my cock in question.
“For food, shining one, not my body.” I wink. “That can come later, after you have eaten and woken up. I’m not rushing this. I want to spend hours tasting your body, learning every dip and curve, watching you come apart on my tongue and fingers.”
She gasps louder, making me laugh as she sputters. “People don’t talk like that.”
“Maybe not where you are from.” I grin. “Here? I say whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. Get used to it, baby, ’cause it will mostly involve your body and my cock sinking into it.”
She blushes even harder, her whole face turning red. It’s adorable and my new favourite colour—the blush mixed with the shine of her silver cheeks. “You-you like my curves?” she whispers, making me frown at the swing in topic. “They aren’t very fae-like. I know it would be a chore—” She shakes her head, blows out a breath, swipes back her hair, and sits up properly, ramrod straight again. “Please excuse my lapse in manners. Yes, food would be lovely.”
Leaning onto all fours, I crawl to her and tip up her chin with my slightly clawed hands, an aftereffect of being locked in the change for so long. I wonder what others I will have, but that is for another time. Right now, I need to reassure my mate, because in those shining eyes, all I see is fear. Fear I don’t want her to feel.
“I don’t know what kind of fucking idiot men you are usually with, but your curves? They make my cock so hard I might explode. They make me ache to run my tongue along them, to watch them above me as you ride me. Fuck.” I groan, running my eyes purposely across her. “They drive me wild, making my wolf and me clamber to make you mine as fast as I can before someone sees how fucking stunning you are and tries to steal you away. Because, Alejandra, you are beautiful, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Even the goddess herself couldn’t compare to you.”
Her eyes widen in shock, making me grin as I lean down and kiss her gently. “The only reason I am not fucking you right now is because I don’t want to scare you away, but make no mistake, baby—I plan on fucking you again and again, showing you exactly just how much I love your curves.”
She sputters, her eyes still wide, but that shock fades to interest as lust kindles there while she watches me. “But-but fae should be tall and willowy,” she whispers.
“Fuck what fae should be. You are goddamn perfect, and you are fae. You should be however you were made to be, and your body?” I run my tongue along my teeth with a grin. “I know it’s going to be my new favourite thing. I might not even let you wear clothes anymore.”
She makes a little squeal, which is adorable, so I kiss her before dragging myself away. “You really need to eat before I say fuck it and just eat you instead.”
Her eyes fill with curiosity at that, and I have to cover my own to stop myself from grabbing her, my muscles shaking from the force of my desire. “Baby, don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” she asks breathlessly, the sound going right to my cock and making it jerk.
“Like you are wondering if I actually would, like you are wondering how I taste.” I drop my hand and watch as she licks her lips. “Now eat,” I growl. “I’m going to go cool off. Don’t leave the den.” Slipping outside before I do something stupid, I rush to the stream and wade in until I can sit down. The cold water makes me groan when it reaches my chest. With a determined growl, I drop back and submerge myself, hoping the water might cool my desire, but when I resurface again, I am just as hard, just as fucking wild with it.
What is my mate doing to me? If she isn’t careful, I’ll be tying her up in my den and never letting her go while I slake my lust on her forever.
Wading from the water, I freeze when I see her watching me from the edge of the stream, her eyes hard and determined, her hands shaking slightly. And there, in the middle of the sunlit forest, my mate strips from her dress. I can’t look away. I should stop her, because if she crosses this line, I won’t be able to resist her anymore. My control hangs by a thread.
But when the material pools at the ground, showing her silver, curvy body in all its glory, I’m lost. She could kill me, and I would go with a smile on my face.
Her breasts are full and high, a slight silver sheen gracing them, and her rosy nipples are hardening before my eyes, begging for me to wrap my lips around them. Her waist is curved and tucked in, leading to full, thick hips. Her thighs are rounded, her legs long, and all I can do is imagine them wrapped around my head.
A small patch of silver hair between her thighs teases me, calling for me to taste, to explore. I can’t help but growl as I tremble in the water, my wolf fighting in my head for dominance. Her pale body glitters with its own silver sheen, like a diamond. She’s too perfect, too pure, too fucking good for me.
But it won’t stop me from having her.
She reaches back, pulling her hair over her shoulder and braids it, those bright eyes locked on me as it tumbles over her shoulder, wavy as she conceals her left breast from me, her nipple peeking through. With a swallow, she steps into the water, each move graceful and perfect as she glides in. She moves deeper and deeper until she is before me, the water lapping lovingly at her belly like I wish to do, touching where I wish I could. My hands fist at my sides as she shivers from the cool stream, those plump lips parting slightly on a gasp.
She peeks up at me through her lashes, and then with a courageous step, plasters her naked body against mine, yet I still don’t touch her. Not without her permission, even though it almost kills me to stand still. Every inch of her delicious curves is pressed to my hardness, and her eyes widen further before sizzling with desire when she feels my cock pressed against her stomach.