“I can’t lose you again.” Fell nuzzles my neck, lapping at the gland. We were supposed to mate when we turned eighteen.
“You were supposed to come with me.” My voice breaks.
“I know.” He kisses my jaw. “I’m sorry.”
Could his words and the truth heal the hole his abandonment left? Facts and feelings are tangled together like weeds trying to kill flowers.
“It’s a lot to take in.”
“I know.” He holds me tight, rocking in an effort to soothe me. “Let me make you feel something other than anger. Please.”
I cover his hand with mine. My heart is no longer hardened to him, but all is not forgiven. “I can’t.” Gently, I push his hand away and gingerly slide from his lap.
“Can’t or won’t?” The fierceness of his stare feels like it singes me.
“I need time to process all of this.”
“I think you like punishing me.”
I look away.
“Is that it? You want me to beg you?”
It might help. “I didn’t say that.” My nipples harden.
“No, but I saw your eyes when I suggested it.”
“You want me to atone for my sins.”
“Yes,” I growl.
He moves from the couch onto the floor before me.
“Should I do it on my knees?”
His hands slip up my legs, massaging my ass. “Worship you with my mouth, and whisper my apologies against your pussy.”
“Fell,” caution hangs in my tone.
“I need confession.” He pushes up my nightgown and presses his lips to my panty-clad pussy.
His hot tongue swipes at me and I shiver. “I wronged you, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives repenting for that.”
Sliding my panties to the side he latches on to my swollen clit and I buck against him, unable to ignore the dull ache in my core.
Moaning he teases my entrance with slow circles. I flex, eager to be full. Slick flows down my upper thighs and the brief cramping returns.
Mate him. We need it. I try to move back and he pushes me closer, sliding a long, thick finger where I need it most. Clamping down, I tremble as I roll my hips.
“There you are.” He lashes my bundle of nerves, and I pull at his hair.
He adds a second finger and curves them against my front wall. I shudder. “Gonna make you feel good any way you’ll let me.”
Swirling his tongue around my bud as he drives into me, he tips me over the edge. Crying out I gush over his fingers; whimpering as he laps it up.
I stumble away and he wipes the back of his mouth off. A wave of lust washes over me and I peer up at him with half-lidded eyes.
I lick my lips as I rub my thighs together. Mate can bring us relief. No. I turn my head away.
Kirk reappears in the living room. “It’s starting.”
I mewl, needing the safety and comfort he’s always provided. His tortured expression gives way to something more sympathetic.
“Let’s go make you comfortable in your room.” I nod, clutching onto his arm.
Ready or not, the mating time has arrived.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Don’t leave me.” I clutch at Kirk’s t-shirt.
“Yl.”
“You take such good care of me, mate, please.” I feel closest to the healer.
“Always making it so hard to say no.” Kirk rubs his thumb across my cheek. I nuzzle into his warm palm.
“I’m right, here. You don’t have to beg me for a damn thing.” He presses a kiss to my feverish forehead and I tug his shirt over his head. I bring it to my nose and find just the right place on the bed for it.