Deliciously Mated(33)

“Eagan… Eagan, please…”

He surged up, capturing her mouth, kissing her as she fell back to earth. “Please what?”

She shook her head, her eyes glassy with pleasure. “Just… please.”

His gaze combed her body. She still had her shirt on. Damn shame. And he was torn, because the fastest way to have it off her was to rip it. But then, he really liked this shirt. Really, really liked it on her tits.

He shoved it up to expose those sweet peaks.

“Fuck me,” he breathed. They were even better than he remembered. “Those are the best looking food bags I’ve ever seen, mate.”

A second ticked by, and she busted out a laugh so hard it surprised him. His smile grew as he watched her tits bounce with her laughter.

“Yep. Totally functional.”

She laughed some more and he sucked a hard nipple between his lips. But to his surprise, she pushed him back. All the way, until he was lying flat. She kicked the sweatpants from around her ankles and straddled his waist before he could think to stop her.

“I want more,” she moaned. “All of you. Like you said. I want to make you mine.”

Eagan’s chest tightened with her words and his cock, which lay on his belly as she gently slid her wet pussy over it, grew harder.

He palmed her breast, sweating with the effort of doing the right thing. His cat was eager to fill her up. To mark her. But when he did that, it would be forever. His little thief would be his for life.

“We can’t yet,” he ground out.

Her plump hips worked him even though he wasn’t inside her. His fingers dug in to her perfect round ass, trying to stop her movement. Fuck, his woman was wild.

“Fertile,” he managed, but she didn’t quit sliding on him.

“I want it.” Her moan filled the room and made his cat purr.

Eagan leaned up to tongue her nipple again. “A baby? You want a baby?”

Finally, she slowed, and her hesitation made his stomach drop. But of course she wasn’t ready for that.

Her small hands cradled his cheeks. “I’m your mate, right? This is part of the deal.”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Not with everything in the wind. Not until you’re ready.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “I want to give you something. You’ve lost so much for me. It isn’t fair.”

“Baby.” Eagan frowned. “I’m not an entry in your book. You haven’t taken anything from me.”

She chewed her lip, tilting her head to the side. “At base… I was made for you. My body, my mind…”

“Your heart,” he added, making an X over the spot on her chest.

“My heart. I feel like this is right. Let me decide. You said I had to choose if I wanted forever. That this had to be mutual to work. Giving myself to you completely… it just feels right. Fertile or not.” She lowered her eyes. “Unless…”

Eagan swallowed the ever-growing lump in his throat. “Unless what?”

She pressed her forehead to his. “Unless you aren’t sure about us. About whether you can be… you know… faithful.”

His hand on her jaw, he forced her to look at him. “I have zero doubts about that. Fucking none, do you understand me?”

“Then I’m ready,” she whispered. “I’m ready to leave the woods and fix my mistakes and make a new life with you, the kindest, most caring man I know.”

Her words left him breathless. Left his jag roaring.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Clara. Everything about you. I’m going to mark you. On your shoulder, right here.” He brushed his fingertips lightly over her left shoulder blade. “With my claws,” he murmured against her skin.

She trembled. “Y-you first though,” she said, pushing him back down.

Eagan frowned, but let her. She swiveled her hips once more, wringing pleasure from him. Then she fisted his length, positioning it against her entrance.

“Baby, wait.” He hadn’t prepared her. She’d be tight after so long, and he was too big.

She shook her head, hissing as she pushed down and he breeched the first inch of her. Eagan drew in a sharp breath, determined not to slam home. She was blistering hot on him. Perfect. But he couldn’t hurt her.

Patient, slow, his jag hissed. Never harm mine.

Never, Eagan agreed.

Clara took a deep breath, and with no warning at all, brought her hips down sharply, taking him in all the way.

Eagan choked on a gasp, fear slamming him in the chest. “Shit, baby,” he croaked, sitting up to see her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she let out a whimper.

No. She was hurt.

He started to withdraw but her eyes flew open and she groaned. “Wait!”