Everyone knows that all wolves have soulmates, but some don't know that nymphs are blessed with mates as well. When a nymph meets its mate, its wings sprout for the first time; it's the tell-tale sign for all nymphs.
Except Clarestonia.
Clare's wi...
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So many places to fuck him.
No matter how hard I try, I can't think of anything else as I look around our new house. The front door opens into a huge living area. The space is carpeted and plenty of comfortable chairs and a couch are placed around the area - much more than would be needed for just the two of us to lounge.
But, who says we're only lounging?
I glance at my mate who is also looking around the home with a calculating gaze. I wonder if he's thinking the same as me.
I turn my attention back to the house before me. It is very open and I like that a lot. Just past the living room, the dining table that my father mentioned is set up on hardwood floor. It is more beautiful than I imagined and I suddenly picture the two of us settling down for dinner with a family some day.
How many kids will we have? How many kids do I want?
We can't have kids without having sex.
My hand instinctively finds Maverick's again and my gaze falls back to him. He is looking at me already with so much love and adoration - it just makes me desire him more.
I wonder if he can sense how much I just want to strip him and take him right here on our dining table.
I wonder if it would even be sturdy enough for that.
In the midst of my whirling thoughts, Maverick hugs me close to him and nuzzles his face in my hair. I melt into him, wrapping my arms around him as well. He places one delicate kiss on my shoulder that sends pleasant shivers down my spine.
He doesn't appear to be in the same mood as I am unfortunately.
"Come on," Mav says gently, his voice sounding almost strained. "You only told Galan an hour. Let's make a list of everything we'll need."
Fuck. We don't have time for sex!
I fight the urge to let out a frustrated groan and instead plaster a smile on my face.
"You're right," I tell my mate before wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. "You said you wanted black sheets?"
He growls playfully and a smile grows on his face.
"Don't look at me like that. We don't have time," he scolds, his hold on me tightening.
"Are you sure?" I ask. "I think I can make you finish pretty quick." He growls again and a shiver runs down my spine. I want him so fucking badly and I can't explain why. Maybe some crazy magic thing is happening with our bond. Maybe being alone in our house is messing with my head. Maybe I've decided that I've waited long enough to make love to my soulmate.
"I'm sure you can," Maverick's voice pulls me from my thoughts. "And believe me, I want you to-"
"Good," I cut him off and begin placing heated kisses all along his neck and jaw. Whatever he was trying to say gets lost in sighs and moans of pleasure. These, of course, only feed into my desire for him.
