“I love you, Arabel, with all that I am.” He thrust, pounding into her and as he did, he sucked the skin of her neck between his lips and guided her mouth to his neck with one hand behind her head.
She rocked with him as he moved, razzed her teeth over his fiercely beating pulse and as he sensed her spiraling need to mark him through their merged minds, he bit down and so did she.
“Bite me again,” he demanded, bucking into her, his pace wild, driven by the very heart of his bear. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own and bit him on the other side of his neck. He roared his pleasure and bit her a second time and as her inner muscles tightened and dragged him in, euphoria overwhelmed him and he spilled his essence deep inside her.
“Finlay, I wish for your seed to take root and give me a child.” She stroked his back. “I never believed such a thing would ever be possible, but now everything has changed. I have you, for the rest of my life.”
“As I have you, and if you wish my child, then I won’t rest until I give you a babe all of your own.”
Theirs was such a perfect union, his shifter soul connecting and locking tight with hers. She was his, the only one he’d ever desire, and he’d ensure from this moment forth, he never let her go. No more lost memories. Never again.
Pleasure swept through Arabel as the cool mist continued to drift over her. Never had she ever expected to join with a man and be able to hold him close for the rest of her life. This was the most magical gift and her man, the most enchanting being she could ever have dreamed of. “’Tis my turn on top. I wish to see how else we might join.”
“I don’t wish to leave your body.” His enjoyment flowed through their merged link.
“I promise to make things even more enjoyable for you.” She pushed against his broad shoulders although he budged not an inch. “Please.”
“Well, that was the magic word.” He rolled smoothly over on their clothing, every inch of his body still fully aligned with hers and his shaft stirring and lengthening again deep within her.
“You feel so strong and full inside me. I love having you deep within.”
“I’m sure I love it more.” He caressed her bottom and rocked his hips, his cock sliding even deeper inside. “Kiss me, my sweet.”
“No’ yet. This is my chance to touch you as I please.” She pushed herself up into a seated position, and mesmerized by his honed muscles, stroked his sculpted chest. She skated along the enticing path of his glorious abs then lower still, until she reached behind her and cupped his balls. “Oh, that’s very nice.”
“Your position suits me rather well too.” His golden eyes smoldered as he traced one lone finger around her nipple then he lifted up onto his elbows and kissed her, his tongue sweeping over hers in a hot, languorous caress.
Her body clenched so tight she almost came from his kiss alone. “You are going to make the perfect husband.”
“Aye, my fire-wielder, until the end of time.” He toppled her over onto her back and thrust inside her with one powerful stroke.
The impact of their fast joining had her fighting to hold onto her control. She would get her chance to touch her mate as she pleased at some point, and luckily, she had a lifetime of such promising moments ahead of her. She’d been bound to him across the centuries, and now that he’d found her, she never intended to let him go.
Her mate. Her bear. Her very heart and soul.
Chapter 14
Far into the future, Murdock Matheson stood at his solar window on the second floor of Matheson Castle overlooking the inner courtyard. A new day had dawned, one overflowing with an abundance of hope. Farther along the loch where the fae village had once stood, ruins now graced the land rather than dust. Their fae people had survived, and this morning when he’d shared the news with his clansmen, they’d cheered.
He’d then contacted Finlay’s parents at Ivanson Castle, and Michael and Megan had been thrilled to learn their son had now found his mate and the battle to save the fae village had been won. They’d asked him to keep them informed of any visions to come and he’d assured them he would. They also longed for their sons to return, but not until their mission was complete. At least now, their shifter clan no longer stood on the precipice of extinction.
Aye, come the next full moon, those who still remained unmated might feel the urge to seek out their mate, a dream he now held for his men. The ‘power of three,’ as well as their chosen ones had changed their future and set it on a new and exciting path.
Outside in the training yard, his men attired in pants and shirts battled with renewed vigor. Swords clashed and glinted in the brilliant sunshine. Dust rose from their booted feet as they circled each other and fought, while overhead, a seagull squawked, flew in a wide circle then breezed in to land on the branch of the ancient elm tree scraping against the thick stone walls of the keep.
His vision fluttered, and he closed his eyes.