Page 23 of Fated Obsessions
And no, I wouldn't think about her denying me. I wouldn't worry about her running from me. I’d give chase, of course. Always. But I’d never force her. I’d just keep trying, and trying, and trying.
I want to tell her she’ll never be alone, that she’ll always have a protector.
“You're just for me, all for me, female.” I let my gaze linger on her lips, so soft and red and full. “I won’t let anyone else have you. Never.” I knew how possessive those words were, and they were the truth. Even if she denied me, told me she didn’t want the mating—which would be the hardest, most devastating thing I’d ever experience in my long life—I’d never let another have her. I’d destroy any male who thought they could touch her, have what was mine.
And Mikalina would always be mine.
She gasped, maybe from my blunt honesty, maybe because she felt that truth deep in her soul.
“The instant I saw you”—smelled the sweet scent of knowing you were my mate, an aphrodisiac the likes of which I’ll ever experience from another—“I knew I had to have you.”Because you were already mine, female.“Something that called to me in the most primordial way.”You were made for me and me alone. The same as I am for you.“You make me feel alive, Mikalina.”
She stepped closer as if she couldn’t stop herself, and I groaned in approval, coaxing her closer.
“I’ve never felt anything like that, and I knew I couldn’t ignore it.”All because we are meant to be together.
I didn't stop myself from lifting my arm and smoothing a finger over her bottom lip. She made a sweet, soft sound of pleasure.
“Tell me you feel that way too.” I stared at her mouth, wanting to kiss her, nip at the bottom swell, stroke my tongue between her lips.
“It’s true,” she gasped, and I gently pulled her bottom lip down, the flesh so very soft under my thumb, like silk and velvet, and everything else that was pleasurable to the touch. “It’s crazy,” she moaned, and her eyelids fluttered down.
It’s fate, my darling.
She moved another step closer, and I snagged her around the waist and had her on my lap seconds later, her legs straddling either side of my thighs. It was my turn to close my eyes in pleasure. The feel of her on top of me, the hottest, most intimate part of her right up against the hardest, thickest part of me, nearly having me coming right then. I rolled my hips up involuntarily, grinding my cock against her, and she gasped, pressing down.
Gods. Yes.
“There isn’t anyone or anything that’ll ever keep me from you.” I should’ve censored my words, knowing I might scare her away, push her, cross lines. She wasn’t from my world, maybe knew nothing about the supernatural. She probably thought it was all in books and movies, not real, big, breathing, and currently holding her close. “Does that frighten you?” I could smell she was still very much aroused. There was no fear, no worry… nothing but, dare I fucking say… acceptance?
She wanted me more than she wanted to worry about how fast this was moving, or how confused she felt because she was so drawn and connected to me.
And when she slowly shook her head, staring into my eyes, I looked at her mouth again, knowing she could feel how hard my entire body got. I wasn’t tensing from the shock of her accepting me and this. I was hardening because my Lycan was so close to the surface.
And when she gasped, I knew she’d seen my eyes change color, the whiskey shade morphing briefly to the blue of my inner beast.
“Your eyes,” she whispered, and I closed them and shook my head.
“It’s nothing,” I assured her and only opened them when I felt I was more in control. “Don't worry about them.” But fuck, I was losing this battle, and I knew they flashed right back to blue the moment I locked gazes with my mate.
Her brows furrowed, and then she shook her head, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly.
“What is it?” I asked gently, coaxing her to share anything with me, because I was starved for it, hungry for every little piece of information about my female.
“It’s silly,” she whispered and opened her eyes again.
“Nothing you have to say would be construed as that to me. I assure you.”
She gave me a ghost of a smile, her fingers curling slightly on my shoulders. I gritted my teeth to hold off my desire. “It’s just that Mini, the owner of the cottage I’m renting, spoke about these creatures in the woods with glowing blue eyes.” She lifted her hand and ran a finger right below her own blue eyes—ones the same shade as my Lycan’s.
My heart was racing now, the truth on her lips, but she thought it nothing more than fable.
“It’s silly. I know. Wolf-like creatures roaming the woods of Romania, these animals that are part-man, part-wolf, living in the Carpathian Mountains.”
If only you knew, my female. But you soon will, and I fear I’ll frighten you so badly you’ll run from me.
“Sometimes, the truth in this world is far stranger than what we could ever imagine.”
Her vision cleared as she stared into my eyes. “Yes,” she murmured, then placed her fingers on my cheek. “I feel myself focusing on other things though… things that may not make sense.” Her brows dipped low again before she slowly shook her head. “I feel this… connection with you, Ren, one that makes me not want to question anything, because this all feels so right.” She was looking into my eyes now, her arousal climbing higher as her mind pushed away everything else but this moment with me.