“Yes,” she moans.
One of my hands leaves her hip to seek out her clit. I can feel my orgasm rushing forward, but I need her to come first. I rub at the little bundle of nerves and feel her inner walls flutter around my cock. Her body starts to shake with her impending orgasm, and I pinch her clit harshly between my thumb and forefinger, sending her over the edge.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” Kira shouts to the sky.
When her orgasm starts to subside, and her body is limp, I grab a handful of hair and pull her back to me. I need the leverage to fuck her properly.
“We’re not done yet,” I whisper into her ear as a whimper falls from her lips.
Then I fuck her like I have dreamed of for the last week. Hard, punishing thrusts, trying to get as deep into her body as I can, fucking myself into the very fiber of her being. When my orgasm finally hits, I roar her name to the sky. Kira goes over the edge again, milking every drop from me.
After catching my breath, I carry her spent, passed-out body back to the cabin where I lay her down on the bed we will now be sharing. Gently, I clean between her thighs with a wet washcloth before lying down beside her.
I caress her sleeping form, allowing my hands to memorize every inch of her body. The last thought I have as I drift off to sleep is that I have never been happier than I am rightnow, with my mate sleeping on my chest.
Chapter Eleven
Kira
Waking up on top of Rowan has me smiling. Small twinges pull at my body, reminding me of exactly what we did earlier. I may not have wanted a mate, and I surely didn’t want Rowan, but I don’t regret it.
It feels like a piece of me has finally settled into place. Like I didn’t know something was missing until I found it. I finally get what Peyton and the girls are always going on about. How the mating bond makes you feel whole.
“What are you smiling about?” Rowan rasps sleepily.
“Just thinking.” I sigh.
“About?” he asks, suddenly more awake.
“Us.”
“Talk to me, Kira.” He lifts my face so he can look into my eyes. “I can’t read your mind, so you need to tell me what to do to make you happy.”
“I want to go home,” I reply simply.
“Okay.” He looks taken aback, and I realize he has taken my words the wrong way.
“To Zwartberg,” I add.
Rowan rolls me over easily. Hovering over me, he stares at me. “We don’t have to go there. I told you I would give up being the alpha.”
I caress the side of his face, feeling his stubble against my palm. “But I don’t want you to.”
“Kira.” He breathes deeply. “I know everyone there hurt you, and I don’t want you to relive that every day.”
“Then we need to start making new, better memories to drown out the old hurts, don’t you think?” I ask.
Rowan smiles, and I know I have made the right choice. I can’t expect him to give up everything for me if I’m not willing todo the same thing.
“Besides, Silas said he wanted to be my best friend,” I add in a sing-song voice.
Laughter rolls out of Rowan, and the sound amazes me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard more than a chuckle from him.
“You should laugh more,” I say while running my fingers through his hair.
“I’ve never had a reason to laugh before.” He skims his lips down the column of my neck.
“What are you doing?”