Klaus had given her a napkin, asking her to meet him at the spot. She figured he meant their spot. The space where they first realized they were each other’s mates.
Stepping through the forest, she climbed over falling trees and across twigs and thorns, coming to a stop where she had realized Klaus was her one true mate.
Poppy wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to comfort herself.
She breathed in deeply and knew he wasn’t too far away. “Don’t scare me, Klaus,” she said.
“I wasn’t going to scare you.” He stepped out from behind a tree. “I didn’t know if you were going to make it.”
“Of course, I was going to make it. Don’t you think we need to talk?” she said.
“About what Greg said this afternoon?”
“Yes. I can … feel it, Klaus. Even now I want—” She didn’t know if she could confess to feeling this way. It wasn’t wrong. Of course, it wasn’t, but this was Klaus.
A bully. Her enemy. Her mate.
“You want what?” he asked.
“I want you. I can’t make it stop and I don’t want to,” she said. There, that was out in the open.
“You don’t want to make these feelings stop?” Klaus asked. He continued to take steps toward her, closing the gap that had built between them. She licked her lips, watching him move.
Her nipples tightened. Her pussy got slick.
She was so aroused. She wanted him.
Take him.
There were too many clothes.
Within seconds, he was in front of her. He pressed his face against her neck, and she moaned, gasping as he breathed in deep. Klaus kissed her neck, sliding his tongue back and forth across her pulse. She gasped again, arching up against him.
He wrapped his arms around her, and that felt so good. The only problem for her was that they had clothes on.
Grabbing his shirt, she tore it off his back and threw it to the ground. She hadn’t been gentle.
“Poppy,” he said.
“I need you.” She cupped his face and kissed him.
Their teeth clattered together as their need built. Her body was hot. She had to have him. Nothing made any sense to her, just feeling Klaus—that was what made sense to her.
He grabbed her ass, drawing her close to him, and she groaned. The sweats she wore were in the way, and Klaus seemed to know what was on her mind as he tore them right off her body and dropped them to the ground.
She didn’t know exactly how they did it, but within minutes, they were naked, and then Klaus lowered them to the ground. He kissed her hard, plunging his tongue inside her mouth before breaking the kiss, and then he started to kiss down her body.
Klaus nipped at her neck, flicking over her pulse, and then gliding down, going to each breast and lathering the tips. She cried out his name as he sucked each nipple into his mouth. The pleasure went straight to her clit.
He moved his hand from the side of her head to her knees. Then he stroked inside her thigh, traveling up, almost touching her.
“Tell me you want this, Poppy,” he said.
“I want this. I want you. I always want you.”
He cupped her pussy. His finger teased along her slit, grazing across her clit.
She gasped. Surrounded by her mate, the earth, the darkness, it all felt so good. Even better than before. All it took was a few strokes of his fingers, and she came, hard, screaming his name and not caring who heard it. She was on fire with need.