Page 45 of Mending Fate

I’d never noticed that the mirror I’d hung was in a perfect place to capture the reflection of what was happening in my bed. I’d never been particularly shy about my body, but walking by a mirror or trying on clothes was a completely different experience than staring at myself, skin flushed, nipples hard points. And then there was Alec. My body hid some of his, but he still took my breath away.

“I want you to watch us,mo luaidh.”

“What does that one mean?” I asked, my eyes meeting his in the mirror.

“My beloved. My darling.” He moved my hair aside and kissed the side of my neck.

I turned my head, bringing our lips together. The arm around my waist tightened as he teased the seam of my mouth with his tongue. I opened for him, and the kiss deepened. Every place where his skin touched mine hummed with energy. When he broke the kiss, I frowned, trying to twist around, but he held me tight.

“Watch.”

I turned my gaze back to the mirror and watched as he slid inside me. A shudder went through me from head to toe. When our bodies were finally flush against each other, he went still, his eyes locking with mine. I saw so much there, things he’d never let me see before. The love with the desire. The vulnerability behind the strength. The insecurity hidden by outward confidence.

I raised my arm behind me, fingers finding the short, soft hairs at the base of his skull. He moved the arm around my waist until one large hand covered a breast and his other hand was down between my legs. I drew in a shaking breath as a single-digit slid over my clit in a feather-light caress, too much and too little at the same time.

With excruciating slowness, he pulled back until only the tip of him was still in me. Then he moved forward at the same leisurely pace, letting me feel every inch of him. The strokes over my clit were just as maddening, enough to keep me going but not fast enough to trigger a climax. I tried to push against him, but his grip on me only tightened. Bit by bit, the fire inside me grew steadily bigger, flames licking across nerves and cells until the sensations consumed me.

“Look at yourself, lass. I love how you look when you give yourself over to me. So beautiful,mhurninn.”

The words rolled over me, like silk against my skin. Seeing the heat in his eyes only bolstered them. These weren’t meaningless platitudes. He meant everything he said.

“Come for me, lass. I want you to see what you look like when you come. WhenImake you come.”

He shifted our position, leaning me forward just enough to change the angle. This time, when he pushed back inside, the entire length of his cock rubbed against my g-spot.

“Fuck!” I struggled to keep my eyes open, my attention on our reflections.

“Aye, that’s it, lass. You’re close.” His fingers pressed more firmly on my clit.

I came again, crying out his name. This time, however, he didn’t let me down gently. Instead, he drove into me hard and fast. The wave of pleasure I was riding crested higher, turning words into meaningless sounds. Every thrust took me to new heights, the intensity growing until I didn’t think I could take anymore. My legs gave out at some point, and he held me up, his mouth pressed against my ear. His accent was almost too thick for me to understand the words, but the meaning was clear.

I was his.

With a shout, he buried himself deep enough to send small sparks of pain across my nerves, but they only added to everything else I felt. Every single sense was on high alert, taking in more information than my brain could process.

Salt on my lips from where I’d tasted his skin. His breathing hot and ragged, both felt and heard. The spicy, masculine scent of him. Sweat-slicked bodies, both mine and his. The raw, open emotion on our faces. I’d never felt so much before, and certainly not all at the same time.

We collapsed onto the bed in a tangled heap, both spent but satisfied. The real world would come crowding back in soon enough, but for right now, it was the two of us, right where we were supposed to be.

For the first time in weeks, I felt fully relaxed, and sleep came as no surprise. I was safe with him.

Twenty-Six

Alec

Lumen and Evannehad their heads bent over a paper, both of them smiling and laughing about whatever it was they were reading. I’d just finished cleaning up our dinner mess and now stood in the doorway, watching the two of them.

I could get used to this.

The thought surprised me, but not as much as it would have a week ago. Since Lumen and I had worked things out a few days ago, we’d made purposeful steps toward building a healthy relationship. The first had been telling the people in our lives that we were together in order to prevent any unpleasant surprises.

Evanne had been thrilled since she’d been worrying about Lumen not having been around recently. Keli had been disappointed, but she’d handled it better than I’d anticipated. In fact, she’d been amenable to most things this past week, including looking on her own for an apartment.

I fully intended to continue paying child support, even though I now had primary custody of Evanne. Keli had come to depend on me doing things for her, and because I liked to be in control, I’d gone along with it. Not any longer.

Everything that had happened between us from the moment she’d dropped Evanne off and left for Italy was because she’d lost sight of who she was and what her life could be apart from being a mother. If I had paid a little more attention, I might have seen it before it had gotten this bad, but as they said, hindsight was twenty-twenty. We couldn’t go back, only move forward.

And my forward was with the pair sitting at my kitchen table.