Could this really be happening? Could she complete the bond and join with him in all ways? He’d spoken vows with her, made her his handfast wife and she’d honor her vow to him, even if she only had this one moment in time to join with him. She would remain his and cherish this memory forever.
Exquisite sensations stormed through her and she sighed with a smile as Finlay knelt between her legs, his balls drawing tighter and higher into a thatch of black curls covering the apex of his groin. She feasted her gaze on every inch of him, took in his muscled thighs and his shaft as it brushed his belly, one very large cock with a plump head darkening to a ripe raspberry color. Mere moments ago, she’d palmed his balls and caressed his smooth skin, swiped a bead of his essence from the tip and almost tasted it before the mist spraying over them had stolen the treasure from her. How she wanted to take him in her mouth, just as the serving lass had done with the warrior when they’d coupled.
“What are you thinking, my sweet?” He raised her knees, flexed his fingers on top, his claws slicing out then retracting. “Because that hungry look in your eyes is making me very hard. My bear is greedy for everything, has waited a long time to find and claim you.”
“I ache for whatever you can offer me.” She lifted her hands to the spray, allowed the cool mist to coat her entire body. Relief poured through her. Still no fire, not even one whiff of it. She giggled, having never known such delight. She was normal, not a danger to a single soul, or at least right in this moment she wasn’t. Aye, she could touch Finlay and know she couldn’t burn him, share her body with him and not harm a hair on his head, take him deep inside her and be as one, just as they both desired. This was a dream come true, one she didn’t wish to miss a moment of. She eased up a little and traced the ridged bands of his stomach. His hard muscles were honed to perfection, and his abs, they rippled as she brushed the head of his cock, fondled the tip and glided to the root. “You feel so hard, yet your skin is smooth like velvet.”
He hardened further and groaned. “I love how you touch me, and the freedom you take in doing so. I never want that to change. I need to feel your hands on me. Wherever you please.”
“You dinnae think I’m too forward?” She couldn’t be anything else if she didn’t want their time together here to be lost.
“Never. I’m most grateful you’re not frightened of what’s about to happen between us.” He leaned forward, touched his forehead to hers. “I do need to warn you though. With our joining, comes the merging of our minds. My shifter blood will demand a telepathic link, and my mind will tunnel into yours and find a pathway that is just for us. From this moment forth, you’ll be able to touch my mind at will, whenever you please, no matter the distance separating us, just as I will be able to do the same with you.”
A link she wanted, but also a link that would cause one glaring problem considering the compelling command upon him. “There is no way around it?”
“None whatsoever, and I can’t wait for that moment when our minds merge.” He grinned, toppled her back onto the soft bedding of his trews and kissed her, his tongue sweeping over hers then delving deep. A surge of desire flooded her and an ache pulsed between her thighs. All her thoughts scattered as Finlay scented the air and let out a low moan.
“You smell incredible. Like sweet, sweet honey. It’s heady, a taste I want to smother myself in. I need more.” He kissed her again, so deliciously he turned the heat radiating through her blood into a roaring fire, until every inch of her sizzled, until her heartbeat thumped like thunder in her ears. She needed this, needed him. She’d deal with the merged link of the mind later, as well as the compulsion upon him. Nothing mattered at this moment but their joining. She had to grab ahold of that while she could.
Rising into his touch, she pressed her breasts to his chest and rubbed the achy tips against him. He swept his hands over her ribcage, fastened his sight on her breasts then bent his head and licked first one nipple and then the other. Nice and slow. Real slow. So good. Then he razzed his teeth over one sensitive tip, taking a second before drawing the aureole deep inside his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Sweet heaven. Never had she known such sheer pleasure. His attentions made her toes tingle and when he tweaked her other nipple, she arched her back and pleaded for more.
He delivered, easing both her breasts together and gorging, kissing and licking, taking her nipples between his lips and rolling his tongue around them before nipping. His little bites, each a claiming, intensified their bond and pulled her heart and soul closer toward his.