Fate Mate

Chapter 36- Part 2

Nolan carried me to our shared cottage, carefully maneuvering through the little garden of purple orchids that guarded the door. We passed the threshold, and, once the door closed behind us, he finally placed me on my feet again. And yet, I didn't make it far on my own.

One of his large, calloused hands gripped my waist, resting just above the slight protrusion of my hip bone, and pulled me into his front. The other traveled up my side, grazing the outside of my breast with no small amount of tenderness, until it reached my hair. Nolan's fingers curled into my chestnut locks, tugging at the roots while we kissed.

And, Moon Goddess, I'd never experienced anything like it.

The buttery softness of his lips counteracted the harsh bristles of his beard, scratching at my cheek and chin until a shiver ran down my spine and pooled at the base. I moaned my approval at his touch-- his taste. Gods, I wanted more.

My fingers tugged at the crown of black adorning his head, pulling downwards to ease access to his ravenous mouth. Nolan's front teeth nipped at my plump lower lip, the smallest pinch mingled with ten-folds pleasure, and I instinctively gasped, playing right into his trap.

His tongue took the opportunity to further part my lips, while his fingers slipped just beneath the hem of my shirt, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. Heat clouded my cheeks, and I momentarily forgot to continue moving my lips against his.

Nolan chuckled, the sound vibrating from the depths of his broad chest, "Distracted?"

His fingers never once stopped trailing my skin, now toying with the hem of my low-riding jeans. I breathed a small laugh and nodded, eyes fluttering downward to where our bodies touched at the hips.

"Bedroom?" I whispered, although the word nearly caught in my throat.

"Only if you'd like," Nolan's hot breath fanned against my cheek.

I nodded, casting aside the nervousness that clenched at my heart as my mate led me into the master suit. Instead, I focused on the molten liquid that coursed through my veins. The elusive, delicious warmth that my curious body begged to pursue.

I'd never had much experience with the physical-side of relationships. Of course, I'd read enough teen-romance novels in my youth to know the gist of how everything worked. Despite my extensive knowledge of book-sex, I'd always figured that, when the time came, I would feel vastly unprepared.

And yet, as Nolan took a seat on the edge of the king-size mattress, pulling me closer until I stood directly between his legs, I had never felt more confident.

His ocean-blue gaze stared up at me in adoration, a small, crooked grin playing on his full, swollen lips. With my unbandaged hand, the hand that was now adorned by the emerald talisman, I reached up to run a tender hand through his thick, dark locks, savoring the sight of him like this. Smiling, vulnerable, affectionate.

I knew that, in the coming days, I'd need to hold on to this image to survive.

I swallowed the lump in my throat that threatened to ruin this moment and quickly painted a mischievous smirk on my lips, "Didn't you say that I smelled bad?"

Before Nolan had a chance to reply, my fingers curled around the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled upward. The bloodied shirt fell to the floor behind me, and goosebumps graced my newly exposed skin. Thank the Moon Goddess that I chose to wear a cute bra!

Nolan's eyes widened, pupils dilating, at the sight of black lace, but I wasn't finished. Not yet.

I reached down to the single button and zipper resting on my abdomen, and a low growl erupted from my Alpha. My gaze flashed toward Nolan, and desire flowered in my chest at the sight of the male's fingers gripping the edge of the bed. One corner of my lips pulled up in a smirk, and I unfastened the two mechanisms, revealing a pair of plain, black cotton panties. I shimmied out of the pants, and Nolan's every muscle tensed.