Chapter 167 Heartbeat pt 2
Seren
“Our pup,” I murmured, my lips brushing his.
His forehead came to mine, our breaths mingling. “Our future,” he said softly.
The words sank into me, heavy and grounding. Tomorrow might bring blood and ruin, but tonight we chose life, and I would not waste a minute of it.
I pushed him back a step, then another, until the edge of the bed caught behind his knees. He sat without breaking eye contact, and I moved with him, straddling his lap, my fingers sliding into his hair as I kissed him again—deeper this time. Hungrier.
His hands traveled my back slowly, deliberately, mapping every curve like he was reacquainting himself with something sacred. His fingers feathered over my skin, sending little jolts of electricity through me, the sensation causing my core to clench, desperate to be filled.
But when he lifted me and laid me down against the mattress, it wasn’t with dominance. It was with care.
He followed me down, his weight a welcome heat along my body, braced carefully, always mindful, always steady. His mouth traced a path down my collarbone, lingering over the pulse point at my throat, then tracing our mating mark, before returning to my lips. Each nibble, each kiss, drove my desire higher.
He slipped my robe off my shoulders, baring me to his gaze as his palm came up and cupped my breast. He squeezed gently, then brought his lips to my nipple and ghosted the lightest kiss across it. I whined, the sound coming from low in my throat, wanting more.
His low laugh reached me even as he rolled my other nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly. “Is that what you wanted, my love?”
I nodded my head vigorously, words escaping me as he continued to tug and squeeze. The heat of his mouth latched onto my taut bud as he sucked, each pull sending a spike of heat to my clit. I arched beneath him, feeding him more of my breast as I held his head to my chest.
He released me with a pop, then continued kissing a path down my stomach. When he reached my lower belly, he paused, once again turning reverent as he placed a kiss there and looked up at me, meeting my eyes. The adoration in his gaze was almost a tangible thing.
He went lower, pressing little butterfly kisses along my inner thigh before parting my lower lips with his fingers and taking one long lick. I rolled my hips up to meet him, his tongue lapping the tight bundle of nerves, each swipe and swirl leading me to the crescendo. My whimpers and moans echoed around the room as he slowly pushed one long finger into me. He moaned against my clit as my pussy clenched around him.
“You’re doing so well for me, little wolf,” he whispered. He added another finger, then curled them inside me. As he hit that special spot, I couldn’t stop the moan, low and long, at the overwhelming pleasure I felt. He returned to my clit, sucking it into his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He licked, a long, low lap, then twirled his tongue as he twisted his fingers again, and I came apart on his hand. I could feel my release gush out, and he hummed in satisfaction as I bucked against him.
I fell back against the bed, the tremors of my orgasm fluttering through me as he stood and shucked his clothes off. He lowered himself over me, bringing his lips to mine. I tasted myself on him, musk and tang, as he deepened the kiss. His weight settled against me, and it felt like coming home.
He stayed there for a moment, kissing me like it was the only thing keeping him alive, before he leaned back and ran his fingers through my slick folds. He rubbed the moisture he picked up over the head of his cock, fisting it and giving it two strong strokes before he brought himself to my entrance. Catching my gaze, he pressed in slowly, and when we finally came together, it wasn’t desperation. It was devotion.
His fingers laced with mine, pressing our joined hands into the mattress as our foreheads touched. He breathed my name like a vow, like a promise sealed in skin and heat. I held onto him just as fiercely.
He pumped in and out of me in a smooth, slow rhythm, working me higher and higher with each stroke. My core clenched around him every time he pulled out, as if my body couldn’t bear to be disconnected from him. My hips met his every thrust, each time taking him deeper and deeper until it was like I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. He peppered kisses around my jaw, along my collarbone, up the side of my neck, even as he continued to move.
His hand came to my breast, his fingers squeezing my nipple as he bit down gently along my collarbone. The combined sensation made me clench around him, and he groaned. “You feel amazing, little mate. I love how you take me.”
He brought his lips to mine again, and I opened for him, our tongues dancing together. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping him to me, my orgasm building as his pace quickened.
He broke our kiss, and I moved my lips to his shoulder, tasting the salt on his skin. I bit down on his mating mark, and his control broke.
He began pounding into me, the slap of skin on skin mixing with my cries and his heavy breathing as he drove us both higher and higher, until finally, with one last hard thrust, we both tumbled over the edge.
Afterward, he didn’t pull away. He gathered me against his chest, one arm heavy and protective around my shoulders, the other resting over my stomach where my hand had settled. We lay tangled together in the dim glow of the room, our breathing slowly evening out.
His thumb traced slow circles over my skin. “I can’t lose you,” he said softly. “Either of you.”
I tipped my head back to look at him. “You won’t.”
His jaw tightened briefly, then relaxed. “We don’t fall.”
“No,” I agreed, sliding my fingers between his. “We don’t.”
He pressed his lips to my hair and held me there, as if he was anchoring himself. For the first time since the vision, since the weight of tomorrow settled over us, I felt something steady beneath it all.
Whatever came for us in the morning would find us bound together—not just by prophecy or power, but by love. By promise. By the life growing quietly between us. And that would be enough.