Page 22 of Fated Obsessions
“Did you enjoy your meal?” I tried to keep my voice level, but it was deep, harsh from my arousal, and I could tell it affected her by the way she shifted on her seat. The fire behind me crackled as the flames licked over the wood.
“Everything was incredible. Thank you for tonight.” She brought her hand up and curled her tiny fingers around the stem of her wine glass, bringing the crystal to her lips and taking a long pull of the red alcohol. I noticed her hand slightly shook, her emotions and the sensations moving through her pronounced.
My cock throbbed behind the fly of my slacks, and I reached down to discreetly adjust it, although all that did was make me gnash my teeth from the short contact. When she set the wine glass down, I realized she downed the whole thing. I felt a smile form on my lips. “Another?” I gestured to the crystal, then to the bottle sitting in the center of the table.
“I better not.” Already, her cheeks were pink, her breathing a little increased. She’d had two glasses, and I could see it already affected her.
I tilted my head and picked up my glass, finishing off my bourbon. I really shouldn't be drinking, not when liquor did nothing but inflame my senses even more, and with Mikalina right here, the scent of her desire for me growing by the second, that was a dangerous combination.
I tried to start light conversation, attempting to make her more relaxed, but she seemed tense, and the scent of her confusion, and the fact that she was trying in vain not to let her desire for me consume her, only made me want her more. Which seemed an impossible feat as it was.
“Look at me, Mikalina,” I coaxed in a deep voice meant to stroke along her senses. She lifted her head, her pupils dilated, her lips redder from the increased blood flow. “Tell me whatyou want, and it’s yours.” I leaned forward, anticipating her response, holding my breath for her.
For long seconds, she didn’t say anything, just licked her lips and smoothed her finger along the bottom of the wine glass. “I can’t,” she whispered.
My heart thundered at those two words. “No?”
She slowly shook her head.
“Just say the words.” My voice was a husky purr now, one that I hoped had any reservations she felt vanishing.
Her chest rose faster and harder the longer we stared at each other.
“It’s too soon.”
I groaned, not even holding off the sound. “Too soon for what, sweetling?”
“To want the things I want… with you.”
I curled my hands around the edge of the pine table, my nails digging into the wood, the force causing a loud creak to sound. I could have snapped the fucking table in half right now.
To want the things I want… with you.
Ah gods, she was killing me with her innocence.
“Come here, my female.” I didn’t hide the roughness in my voice, didn’t try to pretend I wasn't an animal. I didn’t even censor my endearment, didn’t bother stopping those proprietary words, and Mikalina didn’t correct me on it. I assumed maybe she’d instinctively—from her human side—tell me she wasn’t mine. I would have told her otherwise, over and over again, that she was, in fact,all mine.
And when she stood without any hesitation, when she came forward, I all but purred in pleasure and approval.
Mikalina stood before me, and the very sight and smell of her had my eyes dropping to half-mast, had my body tightening further, and caused my cock to thicken impossibly more. The massive, thick length dug against the zipper of my slacks, andI didn’t try to adjust it. Tonight wasn’t about claiming her. No, that would be done on the full moon, when I was at my highest, most concentrated animal form, when there would be no stopping us… when she’d be just as frenzied and mindless with need for me as I would be for her.
And it would happen. I could smell her desire pouring off of her, this sweetness that saturated the air and made me drunk from it.
I let my gaze linger along her face, then was shamelessly looking her over. I took in the delicate arch of her collarbones, went lower still to watch how her breasts rose and fell under the thin material of her shirt. My mouth dried at how hard her nipples were, the peaks stabbing through the shirt as if seeking my mouth.
And still, she stood there, knowing I was checking out every perfectly curvy inch of her, letting me have my fill.
Her eyes were hooded, her pupils dilated.Sweet Jesus, she was so aroused right now.
My cock throbbed again and again and again. The fucker jerked once more, the tip getting wet with pre-cum, the prelude to the massive explosion I’d no doubt have as I came and filled her up.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly, her voice huskier from her desire, although I gave her credit for trying to act like she wasn’t just as affected in this moment as I was.
I let my gaze travel back up her body until I was looking in her eyes. “I’m thinking about when I first saw you, something in me awoke.” I let those words hang between us. I wanted to tell her who I was to her, what she was to me, and the fact that she’d never be without me.
The need to explain about my Lycan side—my animal as much a part of me, maybe even more, as my human side. The words were on the tip of my tongue to explain that although Iwasn’t immortal, I lived centuries upon centuries, and that once I gave her my bite, she’d stop aging, never growing old until the time I faded away and went back to the earth. It was the way of my kind. She needed to know this before I claimed her, because Christ, I needed her to consent to this wholly.
I needed her to tip her head to the side and bare her throat, knowing what she was asking for, knowing she’d experience a world unlike she’d ever dreamed.