his skin. He pumped harder, about to lose all control. And then she turned her head and took his thumb into her mouth. She sucked him deep, the pad of her tongue cushioning him, cleaving to him, just as her tight channel clutched and suckled the rigid length of his cock.
Kellan thrust with frenzied abandon, the knot of pain and pleasure building, ratcheting up with each heavy throb of his pulse. Mira didn’t let go of his thumb. She swirled her tongue around him, her eyes locked on his as he slid in and out of her mouth, shuddering deep in his bones at the feel of her blunt little incisors grazing his skin. Then she closed her teeth, clamping onto him in a bite that triggered every sensory switch in his body.
Kellan roared as his orgasm erupted.
He couldn’t hold back, feeling the wild rush of his seed shooting through him, filling her. He came hard and fast and frenzied. The force of his release staggered him, left him shaking as he spilled himself deep inside Mira’s hot, wet sheath.
As he came, he knew a sudden sense of relief that regardless of how wrong it was to be taking his pleasure with her, at least he wouldn’t be planting a child in Mira. No, that would take more than the pure, reckless impulse that put him between her thighs today. It would also take the fertile time of a crescent moon phase and the simultaneous exchange of blood between a male of his kind and a woman bearing the Breedmate birthmark.
Thoughts of blood and bonding were dangerous things. Especially now, when Kellan’s fevered gaze was already drawn to the artery ticking like a caged butterfly in the side of Mira’s delicate throat. Beneath the intoxicating scent of Mira’s skin, dewy with clean sweat and the musky perfume of sex, Kellan’s Breed senses caught the faint lily sweetness of her blood.
His hunger to drink from her—to pierce his fangs into the smooth white column of her neck and bind her to him as his mate for life—returned with the force of a gale storm, almost too much to bear.
“Shit,” he muttered, closing his eyes and turning his head away from the temptation.
Mira’s gentle hands brought him back, her palms framing his face. But her eyes held a note of sadness. Confusion in her softly murmured words. “You never wanted to take that last step with me. You never wanted to bond with me.”
“Do you really believe that?” He searched her gaze, hoping that behind the purple lenses that shielded her eyes’ true color—lenses that muted her seer’s gift—Mira knew she was the only one he’d ever imagined would stand at his side as his blood-bonded mate.
But even that hope was a cruelty on his part, because whether he wanted her for his own or not, fate, apparently, had other ideas.
Kellan had seen it for himself, on another morning like this, when he’d held Mira naked in his arms, their bodies intimately joined, pleasured and exhausted, just as they were now.
He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on each of her eyelids, apology or absolution, he wasn’t quite sure. “It would’ve been you, Mira. If I could believe we have some kind of future together—any kind of future that won’t end with me hurting you deeply—then it would be you. But I can’t give in to something irrevocable, something that would be eternal and binding, when I know there’s no good to come from it.”
The sadness and confusion that had been in her gaze a moment ago turned a little flinty now. She blew out a scoff, her mouth twisting into a look he’d seen often enough when they were growing up together. “Part of me wants to call you a first-class asshole for saying that while you’re still inside me. But that wouldn’t be fair, would it? Because I wanted to fuck you as much as you evidently wanted it too. Not that any good will come of this either.”
Kellan winced. “This wasn’t just a fuck, for crissake.”
“What was it, then?”
He gave a shake of his head, his mind filled with a thousand adjectives that wouldn’t even come close to describing what he was feeling, lying there with Mira, growing hard within her all over again.
He gave a slow thrust of his hips, moaned when she met him with an arch of her spine that took him even deeper. “God, I wish you didn’t feel so good. I wish you