Emins’ Mate(60)

And he didn’t give a flying fuck.

Caring about that was over for him. It was over the second he smelled her fertility scent on the wind. The only thing that could stop him now was her. If she told him to go, he would. He’d have found some sharp stick to dig under his fingernails just to make this arousal go down. But he would do it. He’d turn around and walk away from her.

He tightened his grip in her hair just slightly. He couldn’t help it. Her hair was so silky. Her scalp so warm. Her breath had her chest rising and falling. Solar didn’t let his gaze fall from her face. He needed to read what was in her eyes. But it was basically killing him not to look at her body all wrapped up in this sheet.

“I-” she cut herself off and leaned forward ever so slightly. Was she… smelling him?

Fuck. Her eyes were on his lips. She was gently dragging her tongue over her full bottom lip. Her cloudy gray eyes were heavy with something that looked suspiciously like lust. Jesus Christ, she was killing him. A man could only take so much.

Solar gripped her scalp with one hand and her shoulder with the other. “Tell me to go,” he said, his face just a scant inch from hers.

His eyes searched hers. And he felt a jolt as he realized hers were searching his right back. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked at him so boldly. Not since they were children. Her gray, gray eyes were gorgeous, reflecting the world in them. They were the lavender of the shadows around them, the green of the leaves above them, the blue of the sky. They were, quite simply, his whole world.

She lifted one hand, almost like she was going to touch his face, but she snatched it back at the last second, dropping her eyes.

Solar’s heart sunk to his toes as he realized she was about to tell him to leave. Everything had shifted, become painfully clear for him, but nothing had changed for her. She didn’t see him that way. She didn’t want a mate. She wanted solitude and peace.

He’d give her anything she asked for. Even if it was absolute and total space from him. He took a deep breath, preparing himself.

“Stay,” she whispered and his heart stopped in his chest.

Maybe he’d given her the choice, but that had taken everything he had and he didn’t have anything left to check and make sure she meant it when she asked him to stay.

He immediately picked her up by her ass and strode into her cabin, slamming the door shut behind him. He walked them right to her cot and he set her down on it.

Solar took a step back from her. He tried to calm his racing heart. She was his for the taking. Tilting his head, he caught her scent on the air again. So strong. It filled the hut around them, made him dizzy with need for her.

She was breathing fast, her hair spilling over her shoulders and her breasts heaving against the sheet she had pulled tight around her small frame. He could see excitement, slight panic, and nerves take their turns on her face.

He fell to his knees in front of her and was pleased when surprise took the place of nerves in her expression. He wanted to surprise her. Delight her. Please her. Explosively.

Tentatively, she reached a hand out as she had before. But this time she made contact with his cheek. She stroked her hand over the stubble on his chin and he leaned into it. It was taking everything he had not to jump on her right then and there. He needed to make sure she was comfortable. And that included letting her touch him a little. But then he caught the scent on her hand.

Quick as a flash, he grabbed her by the wrist and buried his nose in her hand. His eyes burned into hers. “You touched yourself,” he growled.

She nodded, a flush creeping up her cheeks.

“How did it feel?” he asked, dragged her fingers along his lips.

“New,” she whispered. “Good.”

“What did you think about?”

Her eyes, tense, filled with emotion, shot up to his. “You,” she whispered.

Her words hit him at the same second the taste on her fingers hit his tongue. Any control he may have had snapped like a thread. He was done trying to ease her into this. She was his. He was hers. It was time to claim each other once and for all. It was time to quench the thirst he’d had for four years.

Solar reared back and ripped the sheet off of her body. She sat before him, gasping, in a pair of black underwear and a simple black bra.

“Naked,” he growled and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side. Next came her panties, which he ripped off of her legs. And then she was completely bare in front of him.

Her perfect little pussy. Pink and wet just for him.

He grabbed her by the knees and spread her. She squeaked in surprise as he dove in. His tongue lapped at her crease and he groaned at her flavor. She was everything he’d ever wanted. Made for him. Made to tempt him. He could drown in her taste.