“No, Fionn Murphy.” She stood up, tugging him to his feet with her. “You need to know something. I’m your mate. I know what that is, how it feels. You’ve never been mated before. You’ve fucked and played around, but you don’t know what it feels like to kiss your mate. Don’t you want to know? Aren’t you even the littlest bit curious?” She stood up on the tips of her toes, pressing her face to the skin of his throat and inhaling his scent. Oh goddess, he smelled amazing.
“Mo.” He pleaded. She met his eyes and saw in them a hunger that sent echoes of the same through her.
Feeling the heady power of seduction, she leaned forward and deliberately licked from the hollow between his collarbones up to his ear, where she bit, scissoring the lobe between her teeth. She felt the rumble of a growl run through him, and he pushed her away. Her eyes closed, tears forming with a sting behind them.
Then his hands were bracketing her face and his lips crushed down hard on hers. This was not a gentle kiss. Not like the caring caresses Angelo had bestowed on her in an effort to comfort her. No, this kiss was full of anger, lust, and regret. But as his tongue swept through her mouth and his elemental male taste tingled all the way to her toes, she felt her teeth lengthen and she smiled against his lips. Her mate.
His mouth lost a bit of its angry fervor, gained a bit of languor. He swept his tongue through her mouth again as if he wanted to memorize her taste. Her hands fisted in the cotton of his tank top, pinching the nipple ring underneath. His buried into her hair, tugging. Feeling his teeth with her tongue, she realized they had shifted too. The knowledge sent a victorious thrill through her. He knew. He knew, dammit.
He pulled away suddenly, leaving her bereft. She watched as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth in horror. “I’m sorry Mo. I should never—ever—have kissed you in anger.”
“If that’s the only way I can ever have you, I would take it.” She confessed. His eyes closed and a spasm of pain crossed his face.
“You deserve so much better.” He whispered. He ran a gentle hand down the side of her face and grimaced. “I have to go. We can talk, after I get back?”
She nodded. Of course they could talk. All they ever did was talk.