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Maybe I needed to go find him. Just have it out—put it all out there. Yeah, that was probably what I’d have to do. This for sure wasn’t working.
But then I scented my mate. I wasn’t sure at first if it was my imagination or not, but then he came into sight.
“Hey,” he said after fully rounding the corner. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “We need to talk.”
He was right; we did. I nodded in reply. He came over and sat down beside me.
“That looks good.” He pointed to my food.
“It’s silly. Kid food. My brother used to make it for us.”
“He still does. I wonder if yours is as good as his.”
I shrugged and then offered him a taste. Why was talking about us so hard?
“Yeah, I’d like that.” Only instead of reaching for the fork, Zane kissed me. “Delicious,” he mumbled against my lips and then froze. “I can’t... Sorry, I shouldn’t have.”
“No, you absolutely should.” I stood up, grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside.
“I know we need to talk, but also...” I shut the door behind us, set my bowl down, and pressed him against the door, kissing him with all I had, only breaking when we were both out of breath. “I need this more,” I pleaded. “I need this more.”
The moment Zane’s arms wrapped around me, the world outside our bubble ceased to exist. Den politics, arranged matings, none of it mattered. There was only the rhythmic pounding of my heart in my ears, the heat of his body searing against my skin, and the unyielding desire that coursed through my veins.
His grip was firm yet tender, as if I were something precious, something he both revered and hungered for with an intensity that burned. I’d never been this turned on before, my slick trickling out of my needy hole. He did that. Only him.
“Ready?” Zane nipped on my earlobe.
“Beyond,” I managed to whisper back, complete sentences not an option.
He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as we moved toward the bedroom. The strength in his step never faltered, each stride filled with purpose and raw anticipation, his grizzly making sure I felt safe and secure in my mate’s embrace.
My fingers wove through his hair, tugging gently—a low growl from deep within his chest telling me I was doing something right.
“Need you,” I murmured into his neck, nipping at the tender skin there.
“Gods, yes,” he groaned, the words barely escaping him before he was crossing the threshold of the room. We were doing this, it was really happening.
As he laid me down onto the bed, I saw for the first time that we were two halves of a whole, incomplete until joined, and right now, every cell in my body screamed for completion. No wonder our attempts at staying apart had failed. We needed each other in a way I had and would never need another.
“Zane,” I breathed out, a plea, the only word that held any meaning in that moment. “You can’t deny me again.”
Our eyes locked, and I saw my own desperation mirrored in his gaze. A silent vow passed between us. Never again would we deny fate. It was more than physical need—it was a deep-seated bond that only true mates could understand, and the world would have to deal with it.
“I won’t,” he promised. “Never again.”
As Zane hovered above me, ready to claim me in the most intimate way, I knew that this wasn’t just another act of passion. It was a promise.
“Too dressed,” I whined, and he sprang into action.
Gently, Zane helped me to the edge of the bed, ridding me of the pesky cloth. As each article of clothing was removed, his lips followed, branding my skin with kisses.
“Zane,” I murmured, reaching for the hem of his shirt in a desperate attempt to draw him closer, to get our skin pressed together. I needed to feel his body against mine with nothing between us, to explore the planes of his muscle, to feel each breath he took.
But he shook his head. “Not today, mate. I need to do this,” he said, his voice thick with restraint. “I’m too close, and I want... I need to be inside you when I come.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he stepped back and began to shed his own clothes, his movements less gentle than they had been with me. He wanted them gone, and when the button of his jeans flew from the force, he didn’t even pretend to notice.
I watched, entranced, as the man fate sent revealed himself to me. My fingers twitched, aching to touch, but instead, they found their way to my own erection. I stroked myself absentmindedly, lost in the sight of Zane’s body bared for me, every line and curve designed to fit against mine perfectly. Fate sure knew what the fuck they were doing. That was for sure.
