She wanted this to be as memorable for Fleance as it was for her.
She pushed him gently onto his back. He let her, although now that she’d felt the hunger in his mind his every movement seemed coiled with barely restrained power. It took her breath away as she straddled him and felt his strong, hard body beneath her.
His cock pressed against her inner thigh; she rubbed against it as she lowered herself over his body, making Fleance growl and send flickers of need along the mate bond. When she took it in her hand his rush of desire was so intense her own body tightened.
He was… big. She left it at that. Measurements couldn’t describe the heavy weight of his cock in her hand, or the way his fingertips sank into the blankets as she stroked it. Or the way her heart leaped, half trembling and wholly excited, at the thought of taking it inside her.
A tangent threatened to open up in her mind: He wouldn’t be too big, would he? Come on. The Universe made us for each other, surely it would make sure we fit each other…
She yanked her mind back before it could get any further—seriously, her brain needed a freaking leash sometimes—and looked up at Fleance.
If seeing the hunger in his eyes before had almost been too much for her, the expression on his face now almost broke her in a different way. His fierce, possessive passion was still there, but mingled with the vulnerability she thought she’d glimpsed when she pulled away from him in her aunts’ house.
She hadn’t imagined it, then. Despite his strength and power, and the action-man face he put on, he was as human as she was underneath. Or as… whatever.
The noises Fleance made—half bitten-off gasps, moans deep in his throat—as she lowered her mouth over his cock reverberated down her spine. She used her tongue, and her hands, until his hips bucked up from the bed.
She would have kept going, but his fingers grazed her shoulder and one look in his eyes told her he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.
She uncurled and kissed him, pressing her body against his. He moved against her like he knew every inch of her body already, where to touch, where to squeeze and hold. They lay side by side, facing each other. Her breath caught as she hooked one leg over his hip.
Words weren’t necessary. Which was good. She didn’t have any left. Just need, and desire, and the light of the mate bond coursing between them like a river of stars.
* * *
Afterwards, aching and exhausted and more dreamily content than she could ever remember being, Sheena just managed to turn the shower on and step underneath it. Sometime later, she shook herself awake, and just managed to step out of it again.
The hotel towels were huge and fluffy. She wrapped one around herself and stepped back into the bedroom.
“Are you coming to bed?” Fleance asked from the tangle of blankets she’d left him in. “Or I can take the sofa…”
A hiccup of laughter surprised her. “I think it’s a bit late for that.”
Her laughter turned into a slow smile that Fleance returned. Warmth rose through her body like the dawn—and dissolved just as quickly.
She didn’t want to go to bed. She didn’t want to go to sleep. She felt empty inside, lonelier than she’d ever believed possible without her sheep. Her world was crashing down around her and Fleance was the one sure thing she had left to cling to. He’d turned up out of nowhere, a magical shifter like she’d never seen before, and saved her life.
But it was more than that. The mate bond had hit her like a hammer, sure, and she’d never had sex that good before, but underneath the magic and fate and related bull, Fleance was a person. A person she liked. His smile, his kindness, the way he listened to her even after he found out she was a tiny sheep. The hints of softness under his strong exterior. She wanted to get to know him better, find out his habits and what he liked and didn’t like, what he was like in the mornings. Whether he snored. Whether, if he snored, he was embarrassed about snoring. If he liked to have his ears scratched in hellhound form.
And she would have, if she hadn’t walked straight into Angus Parker’s trap.
She didn’t know how much time she had, but if she got into bed now, that would be it. Hours, wasted to sleep. Her body didn’t care that she wanted to stay awake. Exhaustion was already dragging at her and even keeping her eyes open was almost more effort than she could manage.
The wound in her leg ached as she put weight on it. How could it hurt more now than it had before? Fleance had told her it would leave a scar, and suddenly she was glad it would. Even though the bite was the reason everything was going wrong, it would remind her of him. The careful, tender way he’d cleaned and bound it. The touch of his fingertips on her skin. The way they’d locked eyes and she’d known, and had seen that same sudden wonderful understanding reflected in his face, and there was no way they weren’t meant to be together because how else could you explain the way they’d both started macking on each other right then and there without stopping to think that, oh, they were in the middle of a fire, and it might not be the best time to act like they’d snuck behind the bike sheds. He might be a magnificent fire-breathing beast but somewhere deep inside he was as much of an idiot as she was.
Maybe if they hadn’t been so perfect for one another, she wouldn’t have ended up like this.
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