He pulls back, just enough to whisper, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
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His gaze drops, and I have a split second of hesitation, that maybe this is too fast. That he wasn’t ready for this, but then I see the hunger in his eyes, and know I’ve not gone too far.
He presses his body gently over mine, solid and warm. I can feel the tension in him, barely contained, like he’s one breath away from losing control.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” he mutters, dragging his mouth along my jaw. “The way you look at me, like you don’t know I’d burn the world down for you.”
I shiver as his hands roam, exploring every inch of exposed skin. “Then burn it.”
That’s all the invitation he needs. He groans low and kisses me like he’s starved, like he’s been waiting for this moment since the day we met. His hand slips beneath the waistband of my leggings, and I arch into him, helpless under the heat and pressure of his touch. There’s no more hesitation, no more second-guessing. Just us and this burning need to come together.
He strips the rest of my clothes off in slow, smooth motions, as if each piece reveals something precious. When I reach for the button of his jeans, he covers my hands with his own.
“Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice husky.
Instead of answering, I push up, slide my legs around his hips, and pull him closer.
The second our bodies meet, something changes. The hum I feel between us ignites, turning. into a full blaze. Every brush of his lips, every touch of his fingers feels electric. He kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When his mouth reaches the curve of my shoulder, he groans as he nips gently, sending a flood of heat straight to my core.
I can’t be sure, because we never discussed this part in much detail, but something about the way he trembles as he nips and sucks at my neck makes me believe that this is the place he would give me the mating bite, and that just makes everything more exciting. Like we both know, he’s pushing at the very edge of his control. It adds an exciting edge of danger to the mix that apparently I really like.
Parker’s breath stutters as I arch up into him. He moves lower, trailing down to my breast. His teeth graze my n**** before he sucks it into his mouth. He groans when I thread my fingers through his hair, and it makes my whole body hum with even more need.
I gasp when his hand slides between us, teasing at my sensitive flesh like he already knows exactly how to unravel me, and I love that. I want him to know my body like this. His fingers bring me to the edge fast, and just as I’m about to find bliss, he stops.
I whimper at the loss, but before I can fully react, he shifts lower. His hands gripping my thighs and his hot mouth closing over my p*ssy as his tongue slides over my clit. I see stars, The sensation sends me soaring, and I clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle the scream I can’t contain as he licks and sucks relentlessly.
I’m still riding the high when I feel him shift on the mattress and hear the zipper of his jeans before his weight settles on top of me. I look up, into his eyes. I never understood the saying that eyes are windows into the soul until now. I see him, truly see him. His strength. The grief he never speaks of. The fierce protectiveness that would make him run toward danger if it means keeping me safe, but most of all, I see the vulnerability he hides from everyone else, the part of him that’s terrified of losing something.
“Are you still sure about this? Because this can’t just be a one-time thing for me, Paige,” he says, his voice rough,
“I want this,” I whisper, running my fingers along his back. “I want you.”
His lips brush mine gently, slower this time. “Then you’ll have me. All of me. No more secrets, no more waiting.”
The next kiss is deep as his body settles over mine like he was always meant to be there. He reaches between us to line himself up at my entrance, and when he slides into me, it steals the air from my lungs. There’s no fumbling, no awkwardness, just that perfect moment where everything seems to click into place. My hands clutch his shoulders, nails digging in as he starts to move, slow and deep.
“Paige,” he groans against my neck. “God, you feel like… like home.”
I don’t have words. Just the rising tide of pleasure, the tightening coil low in my abdomen, the overwhelming sense that I’m exactly where I belong.
Parker pushes himself up and grips my hips as he thrusts into me with more urgency. The rhythm builds faster, harder, deeper. The room is filled with nothing but the sound of our bodies, our heavy breaths, and the low moans we can’t hold back anymore.
It’s not just physical… it’s everything. All the tension that had been slowly building, the stolen. glances, the late-night dreams I never dared admit to. All of it crashes over me in a wave, and
I break apart beneath him with a cry.
Parker follows with a groan, his body shuddering above me as he presses his forehead to mine, his eyes squeezed shut. For a moment, we just breathe, sated and trembling, and I swear I feel the mate bond pulsing between us like a physical thing.
When he finally speaks, his voice is rough. “I don’t care what happens next. As long as I have this. As long as I have you.”
I smile, brushing damp hair from his forehead. “You’ve had me from the start, it just took me some time to realise it.”
Parker doesn’t pull away right away. He stays there, holding me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. I run my fingers through his hair, then trace over his strong shoulders.
“I’ve imagined this,” I whisper. “So many times.”
He lets out a half-laugh. “Me too. Thought I’d go mad trying to stay away any longer.
Watching you with the others… wanting so badly to just reach out and take my turn to hold you.”
“You don’t have to hold back anymore,” I say, pressing a kiss to his lips. “None of us do.” face
He smiles down at me before he pushes off of me carefully and holds out a hand to help me up. Then he lifts me and carries me to the bathroom like I weigh nothing at all. I bury my in the curve of his shoulder, inhaling the woodsy scent of him.
Once we are both showered and dressed, we head back downstairs and settle onto the couch. We don’t say it, but we both know we are waiting for the others to come home. Parker turns on the TV and pulls a blanket over us before wrapping an arm around me. I nestle into his chest and just soak in the feeling of him holding me. He doesn’t speak
Just strokes his thumb slowly over my lower back.
I close my eyes. Letting his heartbeat and the warmth of his arms soothe me. The world outside can wait. For now, we are just two people who can finally stop pretending we weren’t made for each other. When I drift off, it’s to the sound of his breathing, the soft hum of the TV and the feel of his lips pressing against my head, over and over like a silent promise.
** Paige’s POV **
I wake up with that prickling feeling that I’m being watched. It doesn’t feel creepy or scary though, it feels comforting somehow. Like I’m being watched over by one of my mates. I try to guess which one before I open my eyes. I’m still new to this whole mate-bond thing, but
I’m determined to work it all out.
I immediately rule out Remy. The hum of energy I feel is too calm. It’s not got Ryder’s fiery passion either. The obvious answer would be Parker. He was here when I fell asleep, but that doesn’t feel right either. I don’t have the complete sense of peace he brings me. This feels more like Callen, mostly calm but with an undercurrent of something wilder that can flip in ant instant.
I stretch on the couch, surprised at how well I’d slept on it.
“Watching people sleep is kind of creepy, you know?” I tease as I open my eyes to look at him.
He smiles at me and shrugs. “If admiring my mate is creepy, then fine, call me creepy.”
I sit up, rubbing a hand over my face and attempting to straighten my hair, which probably resembles a bird’s nest. Callen picks up a mug from the coffee table and hands it to me.
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