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Authors: Terra Wolf, Ally Summers
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beautiful.”
I had felt the need to show restraint during the ceremony and during the reception. I let Case make his big brother toast. And the girls from Francesca’s class laugh about study group stories. But my heart was pounding. My blood was pumping. My ring was on her finger. She was mine in all ways but one. And I had to change that. Now .
My lips came crushing down on hers. I kissed her, toying with her tongue. My lips trailed over her shoulder and behind her ear, savoring the taste of her skin.
Her chest heaved rapidly. Her eyes widened. “Tell me about this part.” She breathed.
I ran my thumb over the bottom part of her lip, pinching it until my mouth met hers. She groaned.
“How about I show you?” I sucked at her mouth, inhaling the air from her lungs, drinking her in.
She nodded. “I’m yours. Show me. Show me what it means to be your mate.” She was already breathless and we hadn’t shed a single piece of clothing.
“That’s right.” I traced a line along her collarbone. “You are mine.” I nipped her shoulder. Now that we were alone, I could finally take her all in. The dress was white and strapless. She had tied a crystal beaded belt around her waist.
I reached for the laces and untied the belt, letting it drop to the floor. I watched her eyes as she saw it hit the carpet.
“I want everything at once,” she whispered. “And I want it to slow down. How do we do both?” Her eyes closed as I peeled the zipper down her back.
“We do it more than once,” I growled in her ear. “Every way you want.”
I pushed the dress to the floor, kissing her as I peeled it over her body. She stepped out and I admired her body. She was wearing white lace underneath. So virginal and so pure. So ready to give herself to her mate.
The bed and breakfast staff had layered rose petals on the bed and left us a bottle of champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries. Maybe when I was done with my mate, we could try those. I swept the petals to the floor and laid her in the center of the bed.
I crawled toward her, planting kisses as I inched toward her neck.
“I feel like I’m on fire every time you touch me,” she moaned.
“We are on fire.” I shrugged off my tux jacket and discarded my vest and shirt.
“Because we’re mates?” she asked.
“Because we’re meant to be together,” I answered. My hands roamed over her skin, memorizing the feel of her breasts. The way her nipples hardened under my touch. The way her chest rose and fell with each touch sweeping between her legs.
I grinned. It was a moment every jaguar waited for. A rite of passage. A mark on the timeline of his lineage. The moment he took his mate for the first time was something he’d never forget.
22
Francesca
I looked into Drew’s eyes. I could barely breathe. I could barely talk. I could only think about what we were about to do. How our bodies were going to bind us together for life. I ran my fingertips over his chest. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his skin.
He was warm and smooth. Firm and chiseled. I’d never seen anyone this sexy hover over top of me. I reached up to drag his mouth to mine. I wanted the feel of his tongue. The taste of his lips.
I wrapped my hands around his neck as he kissed me with fiery passion. There were times when I thought we could burst into flames. There were no thoughts. No questions. Only the promise of a night we’d always remember.
My hands smoothed over his back until I circled to his tuxedo pants. In a few short seconds, we had them piled on the floor.
There was a devilish smile on his lips that made me hotter and wetter than I already was. He discarded the bridal lingerie I had picked out so carefully to impress him. But he seemed much more interested in my body. He kissed and licked, sucked and lapped until I was purring with want.
Was this what other shifters felt when they spent the first night together, or was this because of our connection? Did Drew do
I had felt the need to show restraint during the ceremony and during the reception. I let Case make his big brother toast. And the girls from Francesca’s class laugh about study group stories. But my heart was pounding. My blood was pumping. My ring was on her finger. She was mine in all ways but one. And I had to change that. Now .
My lips came crushing down on hers. I kissed her, toying with her tongue. My lips trailed over her shoulder and behind her ear, savoring the taste of her skin.
Her chest heaved rapidly. Her eyes widened. “Tell me about this part.” She breathed.
I ran my thumb over the bottom part of her lip, pinching it until my mouth met hers. She groaned.
“How about I show you?” I sucked at her mouth, inhaling the air from her lungs, drinking her in.
She nodded. “I’m yours. Show me. Show me what it means to be your mate.” She was already breathless and we hadn’t shed a single piece of clothing.
“That’s right.” I traced a line along her collarbone. “You are mine.” I nipped her shoulder. Now that we were alone, I could finally take her all in. The dress was white and strapless. She had tied a crystal beaded belt around her waist.
I reached for the laces and untied the belt, letting it drop to the floor. I watched her eyes as she saw it hit the carpet.
“I want everything at once,” she whispered. “And I want it to slow down. How do we do both?” Her eyes closed as I peeled the zipper down her back.
“We do it more than once,” I growled in her ear. “Every way you want.”
I pushed the dress to the floor, kissing her as I peeled it over her body. She stepped out and I admired her body. She was wearing white lace underneath. So virginal and so pure. So ready to give herself to her mate.
The bed and breakfast staff had layered rose petals on the bed and left us a bottle of champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries. Maybe when I was done with my mate, we could try those. I swept the petals to the floor and laid her in the center of the bed.
I crawled toward her, planting kisses as I inched toward her neck.
“I feel like I’m on fire every time you touch me,” she moaned.
“We are on fire.” I shrugged off my tux jacket and discarded my vest and shirt.
“Because we’re mates?” she asked.
“Because we’re meant to be together,” I answered. My hands roamed over her skin, memorizing the feel of her breasts. The way her nipples hardened under my touch. The way her chest rose and fell with each touch sweeping between her legs.
I grinned. It was a moment every jaguar waited for. A rite of passage. A mark on the timeline of his lineage. The moment he took his mate for the first time was something he’d never forget.
22
Francesca
I looked into Drew’s eyes. I could barely breathe. I could barely talk. I could only think about what we were about to do. How our bodies were going to bind us together for life. I ran my fingertips over his chest. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his skin.
He was warm and smooth. Firm and chiseled. I’d never seen anyone this sexy hover over top of me. I reached up to drag his mouth to mine. I wanted the feel of his tongue. The taste of his lips.
I wrapped my hands around his neck as he kissed me with fiery passion. There were times when I thought we could burst into flames. There were no thoughts. No questions. Only the promise of a night we’d always remember.
My hands smoothed over his back until I circled to his tuxedo pants. In a few short seconds, we had them piled on the floor.
There was a devilish smile on his lips that made me hotter and wetter than I already was. He discarded the bridal lingerie I had picked out so carefully to impress him. But he seemed much more interested in my body. He kissed and licked, sucked and lapped until I was purring with want.
Was this what other shifters felt when they spent the first night together, or was this because of our connection? Did Drew do
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