“I’ve waited so long for this,” he whispered against my lips. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth, and curled it, tasting me. Reluctantly, he pulled back and brushed his lips against mine. They were cool, as cool as I remembered. It sent lightning bolts of arousal straight to my core.
Trailing kisses across my cheek and down my neck, he stopped at the hollow of my throat and sucked in a breath. “I love you, Betha.”
I threaded my fingers through his long, blonde hair, holding him to me. “I love you, too,” I whispered and felt him shiver.
His fingers delved beneath my blouse, raising gooseflesh every place he touched. I needed to hold onto something. My body was primed, and I trembled from head to foot with anticipation.
“Relax,” he whispered, propping himself on his forearm and reaching between us. A flick of his fingers, and he’d undone the button.
“This is taking too long,” I cut in, pushing him back so I could rip my blouse off, and shuck out of my jeans. I threw my boots, bra, and underwear and knelt before him, completely naked. “I’m ready. I’m not nervous. I’m ready,” I emphasized heatedly.
With a growl he was on me, forcing my legs open with bruising fingers. He slid down my body and sucked my clit into his mouth. Crying out, I held his head to me, rocking into his face while his tongue fucked me, curling like he had inside my mouth before lapping at me.
“Fenris!”
He was too heavy to move, but I tried. I wanted him in me. This was our first time, and I knew I should linger over it, but the only thing echoing in my head was, fuck me. Please, please fuck me.
I must have said it aloud, because after one hard suck on my clit, he finally moved. I felt him, thick, at my entrance. With one hand he held my chin, forcing me to look at him. I grabbed his ass, tried to make him move, but he only smiled.
“Tease!” I chided, and he chuckled, plunging inside me with one smooth push.
He touched his forehead to mine, holding himself still, and I clenched around him, adjusting to the perfection that was him inside me. With a groan, he withdrew and, ever-so-slowly, pushed back in. Languidly, like he had all the time in the world, he moved. I held onto him, fingers digging into his hips before reaching around to cup his ass cheeks and urge him to move faster.
Withdrawing completely, he hovered there, bulbous head just outside my body, and then slammed into me. He did it again; withdrawing until he was nearly out of me and then slammed inside. Our skin slapped together, mist forming around us as the night grew colder and our bodies heated. Fenris grabbed behind my knee, lifted my leg up then took the other one, pushing my legs together to fold them and pressing his chest against them.
This angle pushed him in deeper. I could feel him, tip against my cervix. It was a delicious pleasure pain, and my undoing. Fingers curling into his biceps, my nails cut into his skin as I shook apart.
He came with a roar, warmth gushing from him, spilling himself against the entrance to my womb.
“I want to make you pregnant, Betha,” he whispered between pants. “To see you round and heavy.” He thrust into me once more, as if he could push his seed deeper into me. “I want it more than anything.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, dragging him down to me. His weight was perfect. Closing my eyes, I brushed his long hair back from his face, smoothing the strands. “I want that, too,” I replied.
Babies would be nice. With chubby, blue-eyed babies in my mind, I fell asleep.
16
Betha
The ride home was interminable and perfect, all at once. My first night with Fenris was magic, but so was the second with Raynor, and the following morning with Raynor and Grim. Instead of the three days the trip was supposed to take, we stretched it out to five.
Stopping for the night held so much appeal, we tended to end our travels early. But the fifth day, as our truck bumped over trails barely definable as roads, I was ready for the trip to be done.
Fenris, whose turn it was to drive, put the truck in park and turned around. “We’re here.”
Unbuckling, I scooted forward. All I saw were trees. “Here?”
Smiling brightly, he nodded and opened the door. Raynor got out, and Grim opened his door, turning to lift me out of the car. I didn’t need the help, but I loved their hands on me, so whenever they made a move to touch me, I took advantage.
“We have a little ways on foot,” Fenris called over his shoulder as he grabbed the bags out of the truck bed and threw them to his brothers. “And then we’ll be there.”
Peering into the forest, I didn’t see anything resembling a path, but I shrugged and tried to take my bag from him. Shaking his head, he held out his hand. “I got this.”
In the distance, hidden under the sound of birds and branches groaning in the wind, was the constant low roar of the ocean. Excitement bubbled in my chest, and I bounced after my husbands. “How far is it? Have I been here before?”
Fenris shook his head, but Grim and Raynor smiled. “This is Fenris’s place,” Raynor explained. “He found it for us.”
“Hurry!” I wanted to see it.
We walked into a u-shaped clearing, surrounded by leafy-green trees. In the distance, down a rocky incline, was the white-capped ocean. In the center of the clearing, however, a foundation had been dug. Stones lined the perimeter. To one side, a Quonset had been hastily built. The logs were rough-hewn, and rather than a door, a heavy quilt flapped in the spring breeze.
Turning, I surveyed the land. It was beautiful.
“It’s home.” Fenris cleared his throat. His blonde hair fell into his face while he watched me nervously. “It will be home. Eventually.”
“We’ll spend the summer building. By the time the cold weather sets in, it’ll be done,” Grim added.
I released a deep breath, my imagination running wild. A garden. A porch. A porch swing. It was perfect. “I love it,” I whispered, spinning and throwing my arms around the first man I could reach. “I love it so much!” Three pairs of arms enfolded me, holding me tight. I sniffled, wiping my face across my shoulder to hide my tears. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” whispered Fenris, whose sentiment was echoed by Raynor then Grim. I took their hands, and leaning back against Fenris’s chest, I stared out at the ocean.
“When do we start?” I asked, watching the sun begin to dip below the horizon. The sky erupted in pinks and oranges.
“Tomorrow.” Raynor squeezed my hand, and Grim kissed my temple. “It’s going to be a beautiful day.”
About the Author
Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of The Searchers series. Follow her on Facebook or sign up for her newsletter at www.ripleyproserpina.com. Follow her on twitter @RipleyProserpin
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