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“Don’t stop,” I breathe against his mouth, casting aside every doubt and worry, knowing this is what I want—and tonight may be the only night I ever get it. “Please don’t stop.”

I thread my fingers through his hair and drag his mouth to my pulse point. He groans, his erection trapped between us as he captures my mouth again. Heat spreads through my body like a wildfire out of control, and I tremble as his big hands come up to my breasts, thumbs tracing my nipples.

The bond pulses between us, stronger than it’s ever been, even more than the moment it first flared to life. There’s no ache in my chest, no misunderstanding between us, no broken pieces or rejection—just us, finally whole, as mates should be. My body feels like it’s full and empty at the same time, as I revel in his touch and desperately reach for more, craving every impossible inch of him.

There’s no turning back now.

I wouldn’t even if I could.

Chapter 23

Kieran

Aurora trembles beneath my hands, her skin glowing in the moonlight that filters through the tree branches overhead. The reddish pink of her nipples, the golden shine of her hair, how she blushes each time I touch her—she’s irresistible, and I’m no longer interested in resisting her.

Seeing her like this, naked and vulnerable, trusting me even after everything, is nearly enough to bring me to my knees. I don’t deserve her, and every inch of me knows it. So I’m going to make this worth her while—something my wolf, howling inside me, agrees with wholly. After so many years of denial, he’s more than ready to claim our mate.

Every brush of my fingers across her soft skin is amplified, because I feel not only my own arousal, but hers as well. She’s so beautiful that it makes my chest ache—all curves and golden skin, her ash blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like delicate strands of silk. The scent of lilac and honey mixed with her obvious arousal infuses my skin and drives my wolf wild.

I can hardly believe we’ve made it here, that she’s letting me see and touch her gorgeous, naked body like this after everything. Her pain still haunts me, even in this moment. I want to do everything I possibly can to make it up to her—to replace that pain with pleasure tenfold. She deserves to be worshipped, and I’m the man willing to get down on my knees and do just that until she believes she’s precious, beautiful, and desired.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmur against her soft skin as I trail kisses down her neck, to her shoulder, then her collarbone. She hisses softly through her teeth. “Let me show you how perfect you are, like I never have before.”

Her breath hitches as I work my way lower, teasing her with the ghost of my breath across her nipples, then kissing between her soft, full breasts. The bond lets me feel echoes of her pleasure and guides me to unexpected spots, like behind her ear and just under her jaw, where she gasps and shivers as I lick and bite. But I can’t stay away from the main course for long—her nipples are sensitive as I bring my mouth to them and draw them each onto my tongue in turn, sucking and kissing and nibbling until she cries out in pleasure.

“Kieran.” Her voice is breathy, the smell of her arousal surging through the air. She tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs until my cock throbs at the knowledge of what I’m doing to her. “Please… I want…”

“Tell me what you need, Aurora.” Dragging my tongue across her sensitized nipple, I blow hot air on it. She shivers so hard that my cock leaks precum, my wolf howling his triumph as we give her pleasure. “Tell me where you want my mouth. My fingers. My cock. Anything you want is yours.”

“I want…” Her cheeks flush, those gorgeous mismatched eyes staring at me with obvious desire. The flush to her cheeks, the way she hesitates over her words, just makes my arousal surge even higher. This gorgeous woman is mine, all mine. “Touch me. Please.”

Groaning at the shyness of her request, I slide my hand between her thighs. She’s so wet already, her arousal coating myfingers as I slip them through her folds. As soon as I brush her clit she cries out, her hips bucking in surprise and arousal. My cock throbs painfully at the sound, desperate to sheath itself in her wet heat, but I focus on her pleasure first. Slowly, aware of how sensitive she is to this first touch of a man, I circle the bud slowly, careful not to overwork her.

Soon I find a rhythm and pressure that makes her rock herself against my hand.

“That’s it,” I praise her, drinking in the sight of her eyes fluttering closed, her long pale lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. “You’re doing so well. Just let yourself feel it all.”

Her head is thrown back in pleasure, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat. My wolf aches to sink his teeth into that soft skin, claim her as his mate, and mark her asoursforever, so that no one else can taste or touch or come inside this gorgeous, wonderful woman.

“Take what you need from me,” I rasp. “Show me what makes you feel good.”

She groans and trembles. “I need…”

“Yes, Spitfire?”

“Your finger.” Biting her lip, she shudders and rocks down against me. “Please, Kieran, I need… more.”

The sound of my name on her tongue as she begs for me is something I’ll never forget, and I’ll never deny her this pleasure. Slowly, carefully, I press one finger inside her. She’s incredibly tight, clamping around it and whimpering, and my wolf snarls in satisfaction, loving that no one else has ever touched our mate like this. The knowledge that I’m about to be her first, her only, makes possessive hunger surge through me, and it takes every ounce of willpower to restrain myself. I work her open gradually, making sure it’s good for her, adding a second finger only when I feel her body relax around me as I gently work her clit with my thumb.

“Oh god,” she gasps, her hips lifting to meet my hand. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she whimpers, grasping my shoulders for purchase. “That feels so…”

“Good?” Curling my fingers, I search for the spot that will drive her wild. When I find it, her whole body jerks and she cries out in surprised pleasure. “That’s it, Spitfire. I’ve got you. Let yourself go so I can make you feel good.”

I kiss my way across her neck and shoulders as I continue to work her with my fingers. Then I move lower, kneeling as I trail my mouth down her skin, so addictive and perfect. By the time I reach the apex of her thighs, she’s trembling, little whimpers escaping her throat. The scent of her arousal is overwhelming this close—especially as I add another finger and she bucks wildly on my hand.

“Can I taste you?” I look up at her so I can see her expression. Her eyes are heavy-lidded with drowsy pleasure, her pupils wide, lips swollen and pink from our kisses. Each of her nipples is peaked with desire, and her breasts sway as she rocks against my hand, making my cock throb dangerously. “I want to taste you on my tongue as you come before I take you apart with my cock.”

She nods frantically, palming my head and guiding me closer with her fingers in my hair. Taking that as enthusiastic consent, I bury my face between her legs, drinking in the smell of her first. The first swipe of my tongue is heavenly, and just as pleasurable is the sound of her crying out as I stroke her clit. Her thighs clamp around my head, her spine arching as she presses against me. Her taste is heavenly—sweet and addictive, floral and whollymine.