“I’m thinking that I shouldn’t want this,” I admit. “Shouldn’t want you. But I do.”
His hands still again, and slowly, giving me time to stop him, he leans down to press a kiss between my shoulder blades. “I want you too. Always have, even when I was too stupid to admit it.”
Heart racing, I roll over to face him. His eyes are dark with desire, but he doesn’t move, letting me set the pace. My skin feels electric where he touches me, alive with possibility.
“Kiss me?”
He groans and complies, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns heated as he licks his way inside my mouth. His hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss,thumbs stroking my cheeks, and I arch into him, craving more. He tastes like coffee and mint, and something uniquely him that makes my head spin.
“Wait,” he pulls back, breathing hard. The arousal on his face is clear, and evident under his loose workout pants. “We should stop. If we don’t, I’m going to forget my promise to take this slow and fuck you right here against this door. But when I have you again, Aurora, I want to savor every fucking second. Worship you the way you deserve.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I tell him, running my hands down his chest, admiring his strength. Then, feeling bold, I add, “I want to see this time. Really see you.”
His pupils dilate further. “What do you mean?”
I glance at the full-length mirror on the closet door, then back at him. “Show me what it looks like when you pleasure me. I want to watch you worship me like you say you want to.”
A growl rumbles through his chest, deep and primal. “Fuck. Are you sure?”
In answer, I stand and move to the mirror. His eyes burn into me as I shed my clothes, letting them fall piece by piece until I’m naked before him, feeling vulnerable and anxious despite the fact that I know I want this. The bond pulses between us, heavy with desire and tinged with nerves.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, coming up behind me. His clothes are rough against my bare skin as his hands slide down my sides, gentle and warm. He kisses my neck, and I watch in the mirror as his lips trail across my skin, his movements slow and deliberate, giving me the chance to pull away. “Look at yourself, Aurora. See how perfect you are, how gorgeous and strong.”
I watch our reflection as he kisses down my body, dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands grip my hips, strong and steady, as he urges my legs apart. The sight of him on his kneesfor me, this powerful alpha-to-be showing such submission, makes heat pool between my thighs, my core wet and aching with want.
“Keep your eyes open,” he commands softly, his breath hot against my inner thigh, lips ghosting across my skin. “I want you to see what I see when I look at you. I want you to watch while I show you exactly how precious you are to me, how good it feels to pleasure you.”
Then he opens his mouth. The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp. In the mirror, I watch his dark head between my thighs, his broad shoulders flexing as he pleasures me. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he tastes me. The sight combined with sensation is overwhelming, scandalous and sexy.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against me between long, slow licks of my folds, the flat of his tongue sparking pleasure through me. “Let me make you feel good, Spitfire. Let me show you how much I worship you.” His tongue circles my clit as he speaks. “You taste like heaven. Better than I remembered.”
His tongue works me expertly, finding all the spots that make me moan and tremble. One hand slides up to cup my breast while the other holds my hips steady. I thread my fingers through his hair, watching my own face flush with pleasure, leaning my weight into him to support my legs as they tremble. My skin glows in the morning light streaming through the windows, and my eyes are bright with desire.
“Look how gorgeous you are,” he says, pulling back to admire me, kissing my abdomen gently. “How perfect. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Then his mouth is on me again, more demanding this time, stroking and flicking and thrusting.
I look wanton and wild in the mirror—head thrown back, lips parted, skin flushed pink. My knees buckle and he grabs my thighs, taking my weight, humming with satisfaction. Kieran looks up at me as I ride his face, like I’m something precious,something to be treasured. His hands are reverent on my skin as they trace my curves.
“Kieran,” I gasp as heat builds inside me. “I’m close.”
“Let me see it,” he growls against me, his breath hot, the space between our bodies making me whimper and writhe. “Let me watch you come apart for me. You’re so beautiful like this, so perfect. My mate. My Aurora.”
His words combined with the sight of him pleasuring me push me closer to the edge. My legs tremble as he increases his pace, alternating between long strokes of his tongue and sucking gently on my clit. In the mirror, I watch my breasts heave with each gasping breath, my skin flushed and glistening. The sight of him on his knees for me nearly brings me tomyknees.
“That’s it, Spitfire,” he murmurs against me. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.” His fingers dig into my hips, possessive and steadying. “You’re mine. All mine.”
The bond pulses between us, amplifying every sensation. I can feel his desire, his need to pleasure me, his satisfaction at every moan he draws from my lips. His cock is fully erect inside his sweatpants as he works me with his mouth. His tongue moves faster, more insistent, and I cry out as the pressure builds, pressing down onto his open mouth and tightening my fingers in his hair.
“Kieran!” My voice breaks on his name as pleasure crashes through me. My body arches, and I watch myself come undone in the mirror—head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, thighs trembling. He holds me steady through it all, continuing to pleasure me until I’m shaking with aftershocks.
Just as I’m starting to come down, just as he’s licking me through the last bits of my orgasm, and I’m wondering if I’m ready for more, urgent howls pierce the air. Kieran jerks back, both of us freezing as we process the sound.
Pack bonds flare with panic and fear. More howls join the first—emergency signals being passed from pack to pack. The sound sends chills down my spine, breaking through the haze of pleasure and replacing it with urgent fear.
“The fae,” Kieran says grimly, rising to his feet. His eyes are alert now, although his mouth still shines with evidence of what he was doing, making me flush with pleasure. “They’re attacking Pack Jade.”
Reality crashes back. We dress quickly, the intimate moment shattered. But as Kieran reaches for his phone to contact the pack, his other hand finds mine, fingers twining together.
“We need to go home,” he says, squeezing my hand. “They’ll need us both.”
