I see Keryth’s feet—and his proud cock—come into view as he steps close. “Do you understand why you’re feeling the way you are right now?”

“Because I love you so much?”

I gaze up at his light eyes, and there’s almost an invisible physical pull between us. My eyelids grow heavy, and there’s a strange hunger inside me. I need Keryth to touch me. To fill me.

I sway toward him, and the tip of his erection pokes me in the stomach. A bead of pre-cum smears against my skin, and I have the sudden urge to taste it.

Running a finger down my cheek, he asks, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you about a first time between fated mates?”

“I know how sex works,” I say defensively.

He chuckles. “I mean the demand of the bond. Do you feel it?”

Nodding, I admit, “I do feel something.”

“This is why it’s so hard for soul mates to resist each other. Destiny is literally pushing us together. Once we start, we probably won’t be able to stop. Are you okay with that?”

Oh, this is intense. No, I hadn’t heard that part, but it’s easy for me to imagine how hard it would be to deny completion. We haven’t even begun yet, but I feel itchy and achy. Like if I don’t get Keryth inside me, my body might implode.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m okay with that.”

CHAPTER 8

Keryth

I should’ve come more prepared for this. There are no blankets. No cot for Zella to lie on. The hard surface will probably be uncomfortable, but it can’t be helped.

I had to get to her today.

With nothing but the clothes on my back, I made the trip for her.

So our clothes will have to do.

Arranging them to make a pitiful-looking pallet, I lower Zella to the ground. I wish I had something to make a pillow. As if she can read my mind, she reaches into her satchel and pulls out the unfinished blanket.

Perfect.

Smiling, she slips it under her head.

She gazes up at me with such trust. So much love. And when her eyes linger on my cock, it makes it very difficult for me to go slow.

Pushing her thighs apart, I look down at her glistening slit. She’s wet for me already.

I’m glad, because we don’t have much time. We can’t loiter here for long. It’s too dangerous.

“Tell me what you want first.” Taking myself at the base, I guide my cock to her center.

I rub my swollen head up and down, wetting my cock with her slickness, shuddering at the way it feels to nudge her hot opening. Every time I come back up and bump her clit, she gasps in the most erotic way.