My Fated Mate Can Have Her

Chapter 268: Curtain Call [18+]

Rowan

She breathed my name and something inside me snapped.

II had been confused for most of this outing. She had seemed uncertain when we first set off, then relaxed, then uncertain again. I had gotten her to laugh eventually, coaxed her into eating some of the fruits I had brought because I was worried she hadn’t had breakfast. I had wanted her to enjoy this. To enjoy being with me.

When I pulled her into my lap, I only wanted to hold her and feel her warmth against me after weeks of barely seeing her, aside stolen moments and interrupted conversations.

Until I sensed the shift in the bond. Her heat swelled through me and her scent reached me.

Her arousal was sweet and heady, curling through my senses like smoke.

And when she said my name in a low moan...

My manhood swelled so fast it ached.

I hardened against her back, thickening and rising until there was no possible way she couldn’t feel me pressing against her lower spine. The thick fabric of my pants did nothing to hide it.

The boat swayed gently and she shifted in my lap. The small involuntary movement pressed her backside directly against my length.

I stopped breathing.

She went rigid.

For a long, terrible moment, neither of us moved.

I didn’t know what to do. My mind was blank, wiped clean by the feel of her pressed against my throbbing cock. I should say something. Apologize. Shift her away.

But I couldn’t make myself move.

Her head was lowered, and I watched the flush creep up the back of her neck, spreading to the tips of her ears. Her pulse was visible in her throat, racing.

"Is there..." Her voice came out so small, so shy. "Is there somewhere private?"

Every nerve in my body ignited.

My hand shot behind us, fingers finding the hidden cord against the wall of the cabin. One sharp pull and the heavy curtains cascaded down from all corners, thick dark fabric falling to enclose the cushioned seating area completely. The golden afternoon light dimmed to a muted amber glow and the lap of water against the hull became muffled and distant.

Violet’s body jolted with surprise.

Her hands landed on my forearm, her grip feather-light, and even that innocent touch sent violent shudders racing down my spine. My cock twitched against her back.

She turned her head, trying to look at me, her grey eyes wide. "But people will—"

"We have enough privacy."

I caught her jaw and kissed her before she could finish.

I kissed her like I was starving for it, my tongue sweeping past her lips and tasting the sweetness of the drink she’d had earlier.

My arm tightened around her waist, crushing her against me. I felt the plain of her stomach tense and jump.

My other hand found her breast and I squeezed.

She gasped into my mouth and I swallowed it greedily, my palm kneading the soft flesh through her dress. I could feel her nipple hardening against my palm, a tight little peak pressing into my hand.

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. In my cock.

I hadn’t planned this.

The curtains were heavy enough to block the wind, thick enough to muffle sound. But we couldn’t go all the way. Not here. Even the small cabin of the boat wouldn’t give us enough room for what I really wanted to do to her.

But I could ease her.

She needed the release.

I broke the kiss and dragged my mouth down her jaw, finding her neck. I kissed the soft skin there, then bit down gently, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

She shivered, tilting her head to give me better access.

I expected her to stop me, to remember the wolf steering the boat just beyond the curtains, and to push my hands away and insist we wait.

Instead, her arousal slammed into me through the bond.

The raw wave of desperate need nearly buckled my control. Her syzygy flared, silver and hot, and I felt her desire as if it were my own.

She wanted me. She wanted me so badly she was dripping with it.

"Violet," I groaned against her throat, my hips jerking forward before I could stop them.

My length ground against her back and she gasped sharply.

My hand flew to her mouth, covering it.

"We need to be quiet," I breathed against her ear, my lips brushing the shell.

Her breaths came hot and fast against my palm.

I found her nipple through the thin fabric and rolled it between my fingers, pinching lightly.

She whimpered behind my hand, her back arching, pressing her breast more firmly into my grip.

I wanted to taste her. I wanted to pull down the front of her dress and take that stiff little peak into my mouth, to suck and bite until she was writhing. But the space was not large enough.

I pinched harder and she jerked in my lap, a muffled cry escaping against my palm. The movement ground her backside against my cock and I had to bite down on my own tongue to keep from groaning.

Her breath coated my palm, hot and ragged, and it shattered what remained of my thoughts.

My hand left her breast and slid down her stomach. I gathered the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up roughly, bunching it around her waist until her thighs were bare.

My fingers found the edge of her undergarments.

I slipped beneath.

She was drenched.

My fingers met slick, molten heat. Her folds were swollen and soaked, wetness coating my fingertips the instant I touched her. When I slid my fingers through her, her arousal dripped down my knuckles.

I nearly undid myself right there.

Her nails dug into the flesh of my thighs, ten sharp points of pain that only made my member throb harder.

The boat swayed and she rocked against me, her backside pressing against my clothed length. The friction was maddening. Not enough and far too much all at once.

I found her swollen little bud, and circled it with the pad of my finger.

Violet’s whole body jerked.

She whimpered against my palm, her hips twitching, and I felt another gush of wetness coat my fingers.

I wanted to devour her. I wanted to spread her out and bury my face between her thighs and lick her until she screamed my name. I wanted to flip her over and drive into her so hard the boat would capsize.