MATURE CONTENT

I couldn't stop touching Cronan from the moment we left the restaurant to when we stumbled our way into the house. I was obsessed for lack of better words. To some people that may have been a bad thing, but not to me and definitely not to him if the way he was responding to my touch was any indication.

"Fen," he choked out as I brushed my fingers along his throat and Adam's apple, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

"Yeah?" | replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it sent a thrill through me.

He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You're going to be the death of me if you keep that up."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" I teased, stepping closer.

Cronan laughed, but there was a serious glint in his eyes. "A little of both. You're hard to resist."

I took another step, closing the distance between us until we were almost touching. "Good. Because I don't want you to."

With that, I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened as he responded, his hands finding my waist and pulling me closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it ignited something wild and passionate within me.

"Fen," he murmured against my lips, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "We should probably-"

"Forget about it," I interrupted, capturing his mouth again. I didn't want to think about anything other than this moment, this connection between us. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble.

His back hit the wall and he shivered slightly before meeting my eyes. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "Because I want you.
I want all of you."

"More than anything," I promised and took his hand. "Let's move this to the bedroom."

My sweet mate complied easily, allowing me to guide him down the hall and to my room, which had been empty for far too long, and push him onto the bed.

He looked up at me, his eyes full of need and want, and I knew that this was where we were supposed to be.

I straddled his hips and ran my hands over his chest, feeling his muscles tense and release beneath my touch. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were half-closed, and I couldn't resist leaning down and capturing his lips with mine once more.

I kissed him deeply, wanting to show him how much I cared for him, and I could feel his response in the way his hands roamed over my body, touching me with a possessive hunger that made my head spin.

When we broke apart, his gaze was dark with lust and his lips were swollen from our kisses. He looked utterly debauched, and I wanted nothing more than to continue devouring him.

"You are so beautiful," I breathed, running my hands through his hair and tugging gently. "So perfect." He tried to look away, but I wouldn't let him. I captured his chin and tilted his head up so that our eyes met. "I mean it," I said firmly. "You are absolutely gorgeous."

His lips parted, and I used the opportunity to slip my tongue past while my hands feverishly worked to remove his clothing.

As his bare chest came into view, my own breathing quickened. I couldn't help but run my hands over his smooth skin and toned muscles, enjoying the way he responded to my touch.

"Fen," he breathed, voice strained. "Quit teasing."

"I think I've earned the right to tease you a bit, haven't I?" I grinned down at him.

"You're such a—"

The sound of his moan was music to my ears as I trailed kisses down his neck and chest.

"I'm such a what, Cro?" I asked as I removed my own articles of clothing and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs. I couldn't resist pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh, earning another quiet moan from him.

"You're such a..." he repeated, his words trailing off as I continued my trail of kisses down his leg.

I paused, looking up at him. "Are you alright?"

"Mhmm," he hummed, nodding.

"I can stop if you want," I offered, but he quickly shook his head.

"No, don't," he insisted.

I grinned. "Then I'll continue."

And with that, I did.

I grabbed a bottle of lube and wasted no time pouring it onto his hole and my fingers so I could prepare him. Cronan watched me with hungry eyes, being far more pliant than he'd ever been in the past.

I loved it.

He shivered as two of my fingers breached him and I embraced the feeling, watching every little expression that crossed his face.

"I love you," I murmured to him, causing his hazy blue eyes to focus on me.

"I love you too."

His hands tangled into my hair and his body jerked slightly when I brushed against his prostate. I smiled to myself and repeated the action a few more times until he was groaning.

"I'm ready," he announced.

"Yeah? I questioned, adding a third finger. He groaned at the stretch but nodded. I pressed a kiss to his knee. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he replied, his voice firm. I carefully withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at his entrance.

"Tell me if it hurts or you need to stop," I said, and then I pushed inside.

We'd slept together multiple times before, but I'd never get used to the feeling of being inside of him. I was sure of it. He was hot and tight, and it was taking all of my willpower not to start thrusting immediately.

I gave him a minute to adjust once I'd bottomed out. I ran my fingers through his dark hair and he leaned into the touch, his body relaxing. We stayed like that for a minute, just enjoying each other's presence before he nodded.

"You can move. I'm okay."

I nodded, kissing the side of his neck as I set a slow pace. His eyes fluttered shut and he sighed contentedly, and I knew that I was doing something right.

"Faster," he panted after a few minutes. "I need you faster."

"Bossy," I teased, but complied, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts.

He moaned out loud and his legs locked around my waist, pulling me closer. The kisses I was leaving on his neck turned into nips and hickeys started to form. I knew they wouldn't last long, but there was something about leaving my mark on him, temporary as it may be, that filled both me and my wolf with pride.

"I love you, Fen," he repeated.

"Say it again," I ordered, speeding up my thrusts.

His nails dug into my shoulders. "I love you."

"Again." I brushed against his prostate.

"I love you—fuck." His eyes squeezed shut. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, Cronan," I promise. "To the moon and beyond."

His eyes opened and met mine. "To the moon and beyond."

Warmth exploded in my chest and my canines dropped as the urge to mark him grew stronger. Cronan spotted my sharp teeth and his hands tightened around me while his eyes filled with need.

"I'm going to mark you, Cro," I told him and he nodded with fervor.

"Do it," he pleaded, no, demanded. "I want it."

I wasn't one to argue with my mate's desires, so I leaned down and ran my canines over the area where my mark belonged, causing him to shiver, before biting down.

A wave of pleasure surged through me the moment my teeth sank into Cronan's skin. It was primal, instinctual, and it bound us in a way nothing else could. I felt his body tense beneath me, but it wasn't in pain-it was desire, need, and the overwhelming connection that now tied us together.

Cronan groaned, his fingers digging into my back as the mark took hold. The bond between us solidified, becoming something palpable and real. I could feel his emotions, his desire for me, and the deep affection he held.

I pulled back, licking over the fresh mark, sealing it. Cronan's breathing was ragged, and when he opened his eyes, they were filled with something raw and intense.

"Fen..." he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "You don't know what you do to me."

"I think I have a pretty good idea," I replied.

He leaned forward and I tilted my head slightly just as his canines dropped and sunk into my neck as well. I groaned out loud, and my thrusts became more erratic as the bond took hold of me. His grip on me tightened and without warning, his orgasm hit like a tidal wave, pushing me over the edge as well.

"I love you," he said through our newly formed bond. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

I smiled, feeling his words echo through our bond like a soothing melody. Each "I love you" resonated deep within me, filling every part of my being with warmth and certainty.

"I can feel it, Cronan," I whispered, brushing my thumb across his cheek as I gazed into his eyes. "I feel everything you're feeling, and I love you just as much."

The bond between us pulsed, growing stronger with every second that passed as if sealing the promise we made to each other. His emotions washed over me—love, devotion, desire—melding with my own until there was no distinction between where his feelings ended and mine began.

Which was how it should be.