Page 90 of Tethered Fates

“I didn’t think this was possible,” I say, bearing my heart in a whispered confession. “I didn’t know it was possible to love a person this much.”

I fall to my knees, pressing my face into his stomach. He follows, dropping onto my lap. Holding onto his waist, I lean him back so my nose travels up from his chest, up into the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” I say, cracking open my chest for the person I’ve waited lifetimes for. “I love you in ways I don’t understand, and I love you more because of it.”

“Sen…” His voice shakes.

“And it doesn’t matter what’s done to my heart…” I take his palm, entwine our fingers and lay them over my chest. “It’ll always belong to you.”

“Your heart is staying here.” He presses our hands down harder until I can feel the thump under my pec, his eyes fierce. “Because I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, and I always will. So you have to give me forever, Sen. Promise me—”

Our lips crash. I give him all my love and desire, and everything else that I am. “We will have forever, Teagan.”

He tangles his fingers into my hair, and tugs.

“Promise me,” he orders desperately. His lips are close to mine, but refuse to close the gap. Each shared breath molten hot.

How could I deny my soulmate anything?

“I promise.” I roll my hard cock up into him. “Fuck, Teagan, I promise.”

His breath hitches, and he finally closes the distance. “Bite me…” he asks between kisses, his lips moving against mine. “Bite me, Sen.”

I groan, and slip my hands under his T-shirt to feel miles of his dark, luscious skin.

“It freaked me out when…” he says, breathless. “When I saw Kai do it with Vidar. But I’m…”

“Curious. Always so curious, aren’t you?” I roll my hips again, my rock-hard cock aching for friction.

“I wanna see you do it,” he moans. “I want to feel you do it.”

Pushing his T-shirt up further, I reveal his two dark nipples. I lick each one, suck and bite. His cock isn’t hard—neither of us cares. Teagan is perfection, and if he wants something, then I’ll give it to him.

My fangs slide out, and I trace them across his sensitive pec—then bite down.

Teagan tosses his head back, crying out a sound like surrender. I’m no better. Starving, lust-drenched noises spill out of me as his spicy blood floods my mouth. My hands roam his body. I want to fill every one of my senses with Teagan, but it doesn’t matter how much I touch, inhale or taste him. It’ll never be enough.

I tilt us onto the carpet, and even if I wanted to retract my fangs, Teagan’s fingers in my hair hold me to him. My hands stroke down his torso, grab hold of his plump ass and squeeze.

“I wanna be inside you,” I growl between my bloody fangs.

Teagan wraps his legs around my hips and rocks up. “Fuck, yes, yes, I want it.”

I pull back, my chest heaving, my hair falling into my face as I stare down at the feast I’ve created. The bite marks etched into Teagan’s skin—my mark.

“You’re a masterpiece, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I bring my thumb up to my fang, nick the skin open so blood bubbles to the surface. I go to run it over the two puncture marks in his pec to heal him.

Teagan stops me, capturing my hand to inspect my healed thumb. “I like your bite where it is,” he tells me, his long lashes fluttering. I groan, my cock painful against my zipper. “And now you’ve had my blood.”

“And it was the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

He stares at me, his chest rising and falling, goosebumps trailing his skin. His nipples are hard and his spicy cinnamon scent strong and sweet.

He doesn’t need to say what he wants. But… “I can’t get sick. Or get you sick.”

He spreads his legs wide, and I moan. The hand still on his ass squeezes.

“Whatever you want…” I promise, leaning towards him.