Chapter 147 A Touch of Destiny pt 2
Gideon
Her smile was small and private and nearly brought me to my knees. I held her gaze for a beat, my thumb tracing her collarbone, then I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently as she leaned her head back and let out a soft moan. The noises she was making were going straight to my cock as it twitched in my slacks, iron hard and ready.
I moved to her other breast, giving the pebbled tip the same attention as the first, as I ran my hand down her side, over her curves, and reached for the button on her pants. I paused, lifting my head to look at her, before I asked, “Are you sure?”
She flashed a brilliant smile. “Absolutely! I’ve been waiting years for this.” She brought her mouth to mine, our lips and tongue dueling, a prelude to what was coming next. I unsnapped her jeans, and she shimmied her hips, slipping out of them and the black lace that matched her bra all in one go. I sat back, taking her in. “You’re gorgeous.” It came out husky, filled with the desire coursing through me. I kissed a trail from her bosom to her bellybutton, then moved lower still.
I lowered myself slowly, not in hunger now, but in reverence. She trembled beneath me as I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way closer with deliberate patience. I wanted her undone before I ever touched her where she ached most. Wanted her begging. Wanted her certain. When I finally tasted her, my tongue swiping her from entrance to clit, she cried out. Soft at first, then sharper, her fingers tangling in my hair as if she needed something solid to hold on to.
She tasted sweet. Powerful. Mine.
But it wasn’t possession that drove me—it was awe.
Every reaction she gave me fed something deeper than desire. Each moan, each gasp, each stuttered breath stoked the fire burning in me, pushing my desire for her higher and higher. The bond thrummed beneath my skin, growing stronger with every gasp, every arch of her back. Curran had gone still inside me, not wild now, but watchful. Satisfied.
I learned her with my mouth the way I would learn the lines of a battlefield—carefully, thoroughly, memorizing what made her shudder and what made her melt. When I slid my fingers into her warmth, she clenched around me instantly. She was wet, so wet, drenching my hand as I pushed in and out of her, writhing on my hand as I pumped and laved and kissed.
Her pleasure built like a storm gathering on the horizon. Her breath turned ragged, and her thighs tightened around my shoulders as if she would hold me there forever. I didn’t rush it. I wanted her shattered.
When she finally broke, it wasn’t a quiet thing. It was raw and unrestrained, her body bowing beneath my hands as the bond flared bright and hot between us. And in that moment, I knew without a doubt that I would spend the rest of my life bringing her back to that edge.
I settled over her slowly this time, bracing myself above her as I guided myself to her entrance. There was nothing rushed about it now. Nothing careless. The world had narrowed to the space where our bodies met. Her eyes held mine. Trust, certainty, desire—she was giving all of herself to me in this moment.
I eased into her inch by deliberate inch, watching her face the entire time, memorizing every flicker of sensation. The first stretch of her channel around me stole the air from both of us, the undeniable awareness of something sacred crossing a threshold.
The bond surged as I filled her completely, heat racing along my spine, power humming beneath my skin. It felt less like entering her and more like coming home, like something inside me had finally found the shape it had always been searching for. The restless current that had been riding under my skin for days, weeks, went quiet. The sharp edges of my power, always pressing outward, always searching, softened and drew inward like a tide returning to shore. Curran, who had paced and prowled and clawed for release, lay down.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, drawing me deeper, and I exhaled her name like a vow. With one movement, I was fully seated inside her, her slick heat gripping me as she adjusted to my size.
I began to move, gliding in and out of her slowly. Every thrust was a claim, a promise. I would protect this, honor this. I would never break what she had entrusted to me. And when her breath turned ragged, when her nails pressed into my back and her hips rose to meet mine. The urgency returned, this time born from connection, from hunger, from a driving need to cement the bond between us.
She cupped my face, pulling my lips back to hers. But the kiss wasn’t slow anymore. It was deeper, hungrier; her tongue invaded my mouth and battled with mine. Her hips rolled beneath me, urging, asking. Demanding. A low sound left her throat as she lifted herself to meet me more fully, drawing me deeper inside her with a confidence that stole the air from my lungs.
I exhaled a rough laugh against her mouth, not mocking but awed. “Impatient?” I murmured, brushing my thumb along her jaw. She nodded once, breathless and unapologetic. That did something dangerous to my restraint.
Tightening my grip on her hips, I gave her what she was asking for. I plunged into her tight sheath, my thrusts coming harder and faster as she met me beat for beat. Her nails dragged down my back and my name fell from her lips like a plea and a command all at once. And then control stopped mattering.
I moved even faster, chasing the edge with her, our bodies no longer careful but desperate to reach the same breaking point. My canines lengthened as the edge crested between us, instinct rising, but it wasn’t wild anymore. It was certain. I found the curve of her collarbone, breath mingling with hers as the last fragile thread of restraint gave way. When I bit, it wasn’t a strike. It was a claim.
Her blood touched my tongue—warm, rich, unmistakably hers—and instead of fire, a profound stillness settled over me. It wasn’t emptiness or silence. It was completion. The bond didn’t flare outward, but sank inward and locked into place. I felt her teeth at my neck in the same heartbeat, felt her claim me back, and something ancient shifted into place. The pleasure that followed was consuming, deep and resonant. As if every fractured edge inside me had fused cleanly together.
We reached our climax together, the clenching of her channel pulling me over the edge with her. When the last tremor left her body and mine answered it, the restless current that had driven me for so long simply…ceased. The storm inside me went still.
I withdrew my fangs and licked the mark clean, reverent now, protective. The skin beneath my tongue was already healing, already bearing my imprint.
Mine.
And I was hers.
I rolled us gently, gathering her against my chest as our breathing slowed into the same rhythm. The world didn’t tremble. It settled. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t searching for what came next.
I had it.