Page 9 of Mated to Fenrir (Fated Mates Collection #5)

DELIA

It was hard to sit at my kitchen table and eat our dessert, especially when there was more than one part of me screaming that I should be taking Fenrir into a very different part of my flat so that we could spend more time together.

But I didn't want to rush this, and given the fact he hadn't touched me since we got here, I had to assume that he felt the same.

"You've got chocolate sauce on your cheek," I told him as I ate the last of my churro.

He lifted his hand to swipe it off, but only made it worse.

"I'll get it." I hopped off my chair and went around to the other side of the table so that I was closer to him. I wiped my finger along his cheek, taking the chocolate sauce with it.

Not really thinking about it, I held my finger to his lips. His gaze locked on mine as he took it in his mouth and swirled his tongue around, removing the sauce, and doing funny things to my stomach in response.

My breathing became ragged, even as I pulled my hand away.

We both knew what was going to happen if we came back here, but now that it was imminent, it was even harder to ignore the desire rising up within me.

And it was all me. My wolf was satisfied that I was doing what she wanted and was choosing not to interfere.

I was grateful for that. This was about me and not her.

"I want to kiss you," Fenrir murmured.

"You should," I responded, leaning closer until I could feel his breath on my lips. Anticipation built inside me, and I closed the gap, brushing my lips against his.

He responded immediately, his hand threading through my hair and pulling me closer. It ignited every part of me, making me crave so much more of his touch, and to find out how it would feel for us to be closer.

I broke the kiss, losing myself for a moment in his gaze.

"We should move," I whispered, finding his hand and guiding him through my flat to my bedroom. At least I'd tidied up earlier in case our date led to this. I'd even gone as far as to make the bed and ensure there were condoms in the bedside table.

I let go of his hand and strip off my shirt, not wanting to wait for him to do it for me.

He watched me with hungry eyes.

"You have to strip too," I said as I wiggled off my jeans. It was unfortunate that it wasn't possible in a sexier way, but from the way he was looking at me, I didn't think it mattered to him.

He nodded and started removing his clothes, even as I managed to get myself naked.

I should feel self-conscious, but I didn't. It was impossible to when every look Fenrir gave me was full of hunger and desire.

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he wanted me, and that it had very little to do with the wolf within.

They were only telling us that they thought we were compatible, the rest of our feelings were ours alone.

I sat back on the bed and watched as he got rid of the rest of his clothes, taking the time to admire his toned physique, and the evidence of how interested he was in me standing proud and ready.

My mouth went dry at the thought, and I couldn't wait to discover exactly how it would feel to have him touching me like that.

He stalked over to the bed and tipped my head back, leaning in to kiss me far deeper and more hungrily than before.

I placed a hand on his chest, smoothing it over the firm muscles. My heart raced, and the need to feel him closer to me was too much to ignore. I tugged him down onto the bed, and he came with me, his hands roaming over my body and only increasing the need that was growing within me.

His fingers grazed over my nipple, and I gasped, arching up into his touch and silently begging him for me.

He seemed to know what I was asking for, and his hand slipped down between us.

I parted my legs, looking up to meet his gaze as his fingers found the specific spot that I knew would be my undoing.

A moan escaped me almost immediately. It should bother me that he was managing to achieve this so quickly, but it didn't. I just wanted more.

He slipped two fingers inside me, while using his thumb to keep the pressure where I needed it. I leaned my head back and tried my best to focus on something other than the pleasure building within me. Not because I didn't want to feel it, but because I didn't want it to end too soon.

I wasn't fully aware of anything until his teeth grazed my nipple, and it all became too much.

"Fenrir," I murmured, uncertain if it was a plea for him to continue, or for him to do more.

He took it as the latter, causing the dam of pleasure growing within me to burst. I cried out and pushed my body against him, desperate for more of everything.

His touch between my legs, his mouth on my breast.

Everything. I just wanted more.

Nerves all over my body responded, tingling and hoping for more from the man who clearly knew just how to please me.

This was going to be a fun night if this moment was anything to go by.

I was breathing heavily by the time my awareness returned to me, and I found him looking at me with a grin on his face.

"What?" I murmured.

"You're beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so." I put a hand on his chest and traced patterns there, moving gradually lower with each pass.

"And I want to see that happen again."

"I'm sure there'll be plenty of time," I said as I reached my destination and wrapped my hand around him. He twitched beneath my touch, making it clear that he was responding to me.

I started stroking gently, pleased when I saw his eyes glaze over. After he'd made me feel so good, I wanted to return the favour.

"Please tell me you have condoms," he murmured.

"I do." I let go, with a little reluctance, and leaned over to grab one from the bedside table.

"You're prepared."

"We were going to end up here at some point," I responded. "I'd rather be over-prepared than caught without at a crucial moment."

He laughed. "Fair enough."

I tore open the packet and rolled the condom onto him, noticing that he responded to this touch too. Anticipation built more within, only spurred on more by the release I'd already experienced.

Fenrir leaned in and kissed me with surprising tenderness, given the situation. I deepened the kiss, eager for more and to feel what it would be like to have him inside me. I didn't want to wait longer, and I didn't need to.

He guided himself to my entrance, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper even as he pushed into me. I gasped at how good it felt, and tipped my head back.

Fenrir feathered kisses against my ear lobe and down my neck, his movements haphazard and clearly influenced by the pleasure he was feeling from being inside me. I crossed my ankles and pulled him deeper, and closer to where I wanted him to be.

His teeth grazed against my neck, and I let out a moan. I'd never been particularly sensitive there, but it was different to feel his teeth against my skin, primal even. A tiny voice whispered in the back of my mind that I knew what it was about, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel.

"I need to stop," Fenrir said through bated breaths.

I moaned. "No, don't stop."

He shook his head, and the next thing I knew, cold air prickled my skin, and his weight had lifted off me.

I shuffled back and propped myself up so I could look at him, trying not to feel hurt by his sudden disappearance. He was standing at the end of the bed with a conflicted expression on his face.

"Fenrir?" I asked softly.

He groaned and closed his eyes. "I just need a moment," he murmured.

"What happened?" My voice cracked, and I tried not to think about how much of a bad sign it was for my fated mate to want to get out of bed with me.

He sighed and sat down, but was careful not to touch me. "I had to stop. If I didn't, I'd have bitten you."

"Oh." I lifted my hand to my neck, where his teeth had not long been.

"You and I both know that biting isn't something that should be done lightly."

I swallowed and pulled the blanket over me. "You don't want to be my mate." I knew I was being unreasonable, and that I didn't want him to bite me and seal the mate bond either, but for a brief moment, my wolf was in control, and she wanted him to do that.

"That's not what I said." He looked at me with all kinds of indecision in his blue eyes. "I don't want to rush this just because our wolves say we should. I am more than my wolf, and you are more than yours."

"True."

"When we're ready, we'll talk about it."

"Okay." There was a hint of disappointment within me, but there was also something else.

An appreciation for the fact that he didn't want to rush this.

I felt like I'd done that more times than I could count when it came to the people my wolf had identified as potential fated mates, and I'd paid the price for it.

"I'm sorry, I know that's not necessarily what you want to hear," he said.

"It's fine," I murmured. "I mean, it's disappointing. I thought we were having fun."

"We were," he assured me. "Or I certainly was."

"Then we should just be more careful." There was a part of me that wanted to let this go just so that I didn't have to face the rejection, but I knew that wasn't actually the right thing to do if I wanted this relationship to work.

We had to learn how to trust each other, especially when it came to things like this.

"Careful how?"

"Well, you could stay away from my neck for one," I said. "And I'll stay away from yours." I might not have had the urge to bite in that exact moment, but I knew there was a chance of it.

He chuckled. "That might be easier said than done."

I shook my head and dropped the sheet from around me.

His gaze immediately darkened, and I could feel his desire just from the way he was looking at me.

It caused a hunger to rise up within me, almost completely chasing away how it had felt for him to pull away.

No doubt that was partly because I could feel the desire pouring off him.

I pushed back on his shoulders until he was lying back and checked that the condom was still in place. My wolf might have convinced me that I wanted a mate, but I wasn't about to let her trick me into children when I wasn't anywhere near ready for that step.

I straddled his hips, guiding him into me. My breath caught in my throat at the feeling of him filling me. I rocked back and forth, feeling the pleasure start to curl up inside me as I moved.

His hands landed on my hips, guiding my movements but keeping our teeth far enough away from one another's necks that it felt safe.

Though maybe we were just kidding ourselves on that front.

It was always possible that we could get carried away and forget that we were supposed to be avoiding biting one another.

I cried out as we moved in a way that gave me pleasure that was impossible to ignore.

Fenrir seemed to realise that, and his hand moved inwards until it found the precise spot that would bring me to my release.

My thoughts were muddled, and I quickly felt like they were disappearing completely as the release took over.

My body began to shake, and I reached down to grab hold of his wrist, hoping to keep his attention on just the right spot.

If he stopped, then the pleasure would be over, and I wasn't ready for that.

I wanted this to last for so much longer.

I was dimly aware of Fenrir finding his own release with me, only enhancing my own. I loved the way it felt for us to share this, and it made me want more of it.

More of him.

I collapsed onto the bed, my breathing coming ragged. "See," I murmured. "Fun without biting."

He chuckled. "And are there other things you have in mind that we can do to avoid biting?" he asked.

"Plenty," I responded. "And plenty more time for us to try them before we decide whether we want to bite or not."

He sighed. "I know that it probably feels personal that I didn't want to..."

I swallowed hard. "It hurt in the moment," I responded. "But I understand what you meant by saying you didn't want to do it. Being mates is...complicated."

He chuckled and shifted in the bed so he could look at me differently.

"It is. But I'm looking forward to discovering all the complications with you.

" He reached out to touch my waist, the simple contact making my body respond.

Just like it had only been a matter of time before we ended up here, I could tell that it was only going to be a matter of time before we ended up biting one another.

But that was okay. It wasn't that we weren't going to do it, it was just that we didn't want to do something like that in the heat of the moment. It had to be a decision, and I appreciated that.