Mating Fever(35)

I wanted fire and fury, passion and a smart mouth. I wanted Megan. I wanted her to give me everything she was and surrender herself into my keeping. I needed to take care of her. I wanted all of her.

I was eager, no…desperate to make her mine. Pulling back, I tugged the black shirt over her head and dropped it on top of her body armor so she was bare to me from the waist up. Her breasts were full and tear shaped, her nipples a deep mocha and as I watched, the tips furled. The bathing room was far from cold, so the response was for me. All for me.

I had to taste, to learn all her flavors, so I dropped to my knees so my mouth was in perfect alignment to lave one nipple, then the other. When her hands came to my head and her fingers tangled in my hair, I knew she liked it. The pain of her grip only urged me on and my beast liked the hint of wildness my touch brought out in her. When I glanced up at her—I didn’t stop my ministrations—I saw passion haze her vision, but she wasn’t shying away. No, she’d never shy away. It wasn’t in her nature and she was a passionate woman. She knew what she wanted, what she liked, and didn’t hold herself back. Or me. In fact, she watched as I suckled there. My body, already rock hard, pulsed at the idea of watching her with the same rapt attention as she wrapped her full lips around my cock.

For now, I needed her bare before me, needed to see her soft curves, run my hands over them, curl my fingers around them as I fucked her.

My beast growled, suddenly impatient. I was thinking too much. While her breasts were stunning and her nipples were as sweet as I remembered, there was more of her to explore, to taste.

“Boots,” I growled and I sat back on my heels and watched her toe one off, then the other.

“You, too,” she breathed. “I need to see you, too.”

If my mate wanted me naked, I was not going to argue. Perhaps this would be the one thing we agreed on. If being naked together kept us from bickering and arguing, then so be it. Once we were back home on Atlan and at our house, I’d keep her naked for days. Weeks, perhaps. Even work on that baby.

That thought had me ripping at my own armor, tugging every bit of fighter protection from my body so nothing remained. Nothing separated my cock from her perfect body.

We were both breathing hard and my beast prowled to get my hands on her again, but I just watched as her breasts rose and fell, watched her cheeks darken in a perfect flush with desire as I stripped.

I didn’t have to look when I reached my arm out, pressed a button on the wall to turn on the shower sprays. The water temperature had been set to my liking and I knew Megan would not be burned. Standing, I walked my mate backward until we were both beneath the spray, letting it wash off whatever dirt and planetary dust we’d picked up since our time in the cave pool. Finding the soap, I reverently washed every inch of her. Bathing with her was different than the night before, knowing this soft skin, the damp curves were all mine. I had no idea I could feel so possessive of someone. I didn’t know what love was. I’d never loved anyone in my life. But a heavy weight settled on my heart and mind, a solemn, almost painful weight, an anchor that I knew would ground me forever. Megan. She was my anchor now, my spark of light in the darkness.

“Nyko, please,” she whispered, almost wriggling with her need.

I met her dark gaze.

“What?” I asked, my voice a rough growl, my words one syllable again. I knew I’d have to fight to control that gruff tone until my cuffs were on her and she was mine. Which would be very, very soon. “Need?”

My beast had no interest in wasting energy on forming sentences when it would use it all fucking her.

“My turn.” Her small fingers took the soap from me and I remained still beneath the spray as she soaped my body, saving my cock for last. My muscles quivered with the need to reach out and touch her, to take control, but I restrained myself. But when she gripped my cock in a slippery fist and slid up and down—clearly no longer soaping me but playing instead—I moved out of her reach. Not yet. We would play, but not yet.

She called my name with a whimper of distress when I stepped away. The water splashing on her would seem chilly in comparison to my body heat, especially with the fever raging through me. Tugging the cuffs from my sodden pants heaped in the pile of discarded clothing and armor on the floor, I brought them back to Megan. I separated hers from mine, gave three of them to her to hold.

With rivulets of water sliding down our bodies, I took a deep breath, pushed back my beast so I could speak clearly. Looking at Megan, I spoke the words I’d decided upon when I was still young and optimistic, words I’d waited my entire life to share with my mate. “I take you, Megan Simmons of Earth, as my mate.”