Bound by Forever - (True Immortality #3) Page 0,111
body again.
Niamh rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, reaching for his ass to pull him deeper. When he hit a magical spot inside her, she threw her head back on a cry of pleasure that seemed to break Kiyo’s control.
He captured her mouth in a hungry, wet kiss before he pumped into her faster, harder.
It was too much.
She was too hot. Her heart raced too fast. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
“Come for me,” he demanded, reaching between them.
His thumb hit her clit.
And a release exploded through her with electrical force.
Kiyo made a harsh sound of surprise in her ears, but Niamh saw nothing but sparks of wonder behind her lids as her inner muscles clasped around him in throbbing waves. His hips jerked, he tensed, and then his shout of release filled the room as he shuddered hard against her.
Niamh’s eyes flew open, surprised to find the room only lit by the lights of the city and the moon outside.
Kiyo panted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Should I feel proud that you just blew out the hotel’s electricity when you came?”
Laughter bubbled from her gut. “I didn’t?”
“You did.” He chuckled and kissed her, grinding into her like he didn’t want to pull out. His mouth left hers but only to trail kisses over her cheeks. “That was … there are no words for what that was.” He squeezed her hips with affection as his lips caressed her throat.
Niamh was languid with satisfaction and bliss.
So it took her a moment to realize he’d frozen above her.
“What?” she whispered, unnerved by his sudden weirdness.
Then he pressed his nose to her throat. And sniffed.
“Kiyo.”
He snuffled like an animal, dragging his nose down her chest, along her shoulders.
Some kind of ancient intuition filled her seconds before his head snapped up and he stared at her in abject shock.
“Kiyo?”
“You smell like me,” he bit out seconds before he slipped from her body, causing her to wince from the slight smarting pain of it.
He pushed away to sit on his knees. Dragging a hand through his loose hair, he panted. “And not just ‘we had sex’ so my scent is on you … you smell like me and I smell like you … like our scents are in each other.” His eyes flew to hers. “Our scents are one.”
Niamh trembled, not knowing where his reaction was heading.
Then dark territorialism entered his gleaming eyes. “You’re my mate. My true mate.”
Niamh nodded, still not sure what this meant for him. “I’ve suspected it for a few days.”
Abruptly he reached for her, and Niamh let out a squeal as he pulled her by the legs toward him, only to fall over her again. “Are you sore?” he growled against her lips.
“A little,” she gasped.
“Too sore?”
She shook her head.
Without preamble, he thrust into her, baring his teeth as renewed sensation filled her. Her head flew back on the pleasure pain that sparked all the way down to her toes.
Apparently, Kiyo was good with this latest revelation.
Her eyes practically rolled back in her head as his fingers did delicious things to her.
By the time the night was over, he’d claimed her so many times, Niamh fell into a deliriously happy, exhausted sleep curled in his arms. And the last thing she heard as he cuddled her to him was Kiyo murmuring in wonder, “My mate. My pack.”
30
“Okay, we have to leave this hotel room today before the fight tomorrow.” Niamh strolled into the sitting room, the scent of shampoo fresh in her long hair.
Kiyo stuffed a forkful of eggs into his mouth to stop himself from reaching for her.
This constant need for her was ridiculous.
But he’d been assured it would ease.
Fionn had called a week ago to ask after Kiyo’s condition. Apparently, Niamh had contacted him and Bran for help. Kiyo spoke to him while Niamh showered, his mind half on the call, half on the thought of his mate in the shower.
His mate.
True mate.
Fionn had suspected as much. Somehow. The know-it-all bastard. Kiyo saw no point in not confirming. While it was safer to be far away from other fae-borne, he, Fionn, and Conall were bound by the fact that they were true mates to three fae-borne women. War was a distinct possibility in the future, and by default, all of them made a strange team of sorts.
“What was it you called me?” Fionn had mused. “Oh, that was it. Mate-whipped.”
Kiyo glowered but stayed silent, chafing at the turnabout.