His Fated Mate: A Werewolf Romance

*Contains explicit sexual scenes 18+

Fiona

Rowan carried me across the room, his lips never leaving mine as I raked my hands through his silky hair, kissing him back with a fervor I didn’t know I possessed. Our passion felt explosive—animalistic yet tender at the same time—and I couldn’t get enough. A tingling sensation engulfed me, starting in my core, and I prayed the feeling would last forever.

We tumbled onto the couch. Rowan’s hands moved under my tank top, stroking my skin, and when his fingers roamed beneath my breasts, I groaned and grabbed his face, drawing him closer and biting his bottom lip. Rowan’s moans of pleasure were my undoing, and I pressed on his bare broad shoulders, giving myself some room. I yanked the offending garment over my head before pulling his face to my chest.

As he took my pebbled nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue, I thought I would die from lust. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, running my nails up and down his sculpted back. Once I knew I could take no more, he swallowed my cries with his full lips capturing mine and I grabbed his buttocks, drawing him hard against my apex. Rowen’s throbbing sex rubbed against mine, and we rocked together as one.

My head was swimming from the sheer desire taking over my body and mind. Nothing mattered at that moment… nothing except the primal need for him to take me right there on the couch. The world could have ended and I wouldn’t have cared, as long as this man satisfied the all-consuming hunger taking over my sanity and senses. I had experienced nothing like it before.

After Rowan teased my neck, biting and trailing moist kisses down past my collarbone, I guided his face toward my other breast and threw my head back, wanting to scream from the exquisite agony. I had never been this forceful with a man before, but I pushed away the thought because it felt so right. Any other time, it would have filled me with shame to be acting like such a wanton creature. But not with Rowan. I had thrown away all my inhibitions and wanted this man right now, yet I still felt conflicted.

I wished to savor the moment of exploring each other’s bodies, but yearned for him to take me and ease this longing. Intense desire pounded from within my body, making me both hopeless and daring. I dropped my hands between our meshed skin, finding the button on his jeans, and he lifted his hips, allowing me to complete my task. We raised up from the couch, now on our knees, and I shoved Rowan’s pants and underwear down to his muscular, firm hips and eyed his thick erection, licking my lips as I glanced up at him.

Rowan groaned, his eyes mere slits, and I pushed him onto his back, straddling him above the knees, before bending down and licking his pulsing shaft from the base to the head and continuing to tease him. He withered and growled, and I felt the wetness between my thighs. “Fiona,” he hissed, “I can’t take much more, lass.”

I grabbed his erection, stroking up and down before capturing his girth in my mouth, and his pelvis matched my rhythm. Before allowing me to finish, I found myself thrown onto my back, shorts ripped from my hips, and Rowan entered me in one slick motion. The sensation was too much, and I gripped his buttocks, tugging him closer while his frenzied thrusts took me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy, whimpering as the orgasm crashed like waves, filling me with such pleasure I couldn’t catch my breath.

My legs trembled as Rowan pulled out of me, only to trail kisses from my stomach down to my now-sensitive sex. “What are you doing? I can’t handle it, Rowan. It’s too intense there right now.” He continued licking my center, and nipping me with gentle precision until I felt the build-up growing stronger and stronger. I drew his head closer, tugging on his hair while a primal euphoria rocked me once again. “Oh, my gawd. Oh, my gawd. Yes. Yes,” I screamed, feeling no shame.

“You like that, my little fairy lass?” He stood in all his naked glory and held out his hand. Rowan hauled me up, and I stood on weakened legs before he bent me over on the couch, grabbing me from behind. As he clutched my hips and lined up his erection against my slit, I relished in the sultry heat radiating from the head of his member. Teasing me, he rubbed it up and down my center before pulling out and slapping it on my ass cheeks. “Please, Rowan! I need you inside me again. Now!”

He growled and slammed into me, holding my hips hard against his pelvis as he rocked and moaned, lifting my hips higher before yanking out and plunging back in. “I’m not sure how long I will last. You’re so fucking hot and sexy.” Rowan pounded into me over and over.

I clenched my teeth as I felt another orgasm building, ready to explode. “I’m gonna cum again.”

“The third time’s the charm and let's cum together, love.” Rowan made a loud guttural cry while thrusting in and out with frantic, powerful strokes, pushing us both over the edge. Our screams of release meshed together like a crescendo of sound bouncing off the walls and we collapsed onto the floor, holding each other. When I grinned at him, he planted a kiss on my nose and forehead. It was the most beautiful experience of my life and I couldn’t imagine another man ever touching me again.

I woke up smiling and snuggled closer to Rowan’s warm body, our legs tangled together, and his arm draped over my waist. My mind wandered to our lovemaking that started in his office, and a blush crept across my cheeks in his darkened bedroom. He carried me to his room, where we unleashed more passion than I knew was possible and it was official… I was in love with a broody, stubborn, sexy-ass alpha werewolf.

The idea sounded crazy, but it was true. I didn’t know what the future held for us, or if we had a future. He was an alpha wolf, and I was a hybrid—half human, half fairy. While I understood little about werewolf customs or even fairies, I knew wolves had certain mates—I’d read enough supernatural romance novels to grasp that much. The thought of not spending my life with Rowan caused sorrow to settle in my gut. There was something different about him and I hadn’t thought about Dermot, the jerk I had broken up with for cheating on me, since meeting Rowan.

The night my life changed, and my world fell to pieces scattered at my feet. There were still so many unanswered questions, and I prayed we would find some answers when I returned to my childhood home for the last time. I hoped to never lay eyes on the man I called ‘Father’ my whole life ever again.

Rowan stirred and pulled me closer as he woke up. My mind raced, wondering if things would be awkward between us. He nuzzled my neck and groaned while kissing my back. “Morning, my sexy lass.” Rowan grabbed my waist, turning my body toward his, greeting me with a sleepy smile. He looked like a dream with his tousled hair and boyish, crooked grin and I grinned back, grateful the room was dark enough to cover the heat rising from my chest and settling on my cheeks.

“Hey, you.” I smiled, hoping my morning breath wasn’t too awful, but he kissed me and the thought disappeared as soon as his tongue touched mine. The depth of the kiss progressed and his scent: faint soap, bergamot, spice, loamy earth, and man enveloped me. Rowan dragged me atop of him, running his hands up and down my arms, along my sides, and then my bum. A grin flickered in his darkened eyes. Here we go again, I thought, running my fingers through his ebony hair as I continued to kiss his lush, firm lips.

Rowan sighed, a noise more like a growl, and rubbed his pelvis against mine, nudging me to the point of no return, before pushing himself up on his palms and gazing into my eyes. “I want you, lass. I can’t get enough. But this time, I want to take it slow… and savor every moment.” I regarded Rowan in awe, his eyes half open and clouded with lust.

He knew I wanted him just as much and leaned down, kissing me with such tenderness; I thought I would cry. Rowan spent the next five minutes worshiping my body, forcing me to the edge and pulling away before I came undone. “You cheeky man… Stop teasing me.” It was hard to speak through my ragged breaths.

He planted his erection at my core, spreading my thighs wide, and grinned down before entering me a little at a time with slow, measured strokes until I thought I would perish. Once altogether inside, towering over me, Rowan’s expression grew serious. “Fiona… I meant it. This morning we are making love, not lust.”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat as tears threatened to fall, burning behind my eyelids. “But... do you love me?” Embarrassment flooded me as I realized the boldness of my question.

“Lord help me, I do, lass.” The breath I was holding came out in a rush and Rowan did what he said he was going to do. We made slow, sweet, passionate, and unforgettable love, ruining me for any other man.

As we lay spent, tangled in the sheets and breathing hard, I said, “And God help me. I love you, too, Rowan O’Connell. So very much.”

Okay! I’m not keen on writing sex scenes but it had to happen. Please give me your honest feedback. I know everyone has different opinions about sex scenes and I usually try to keep it classy. However, with this genre, I feel it needs this type of steam. Let me know if it’s still tasteful or if it’s too much. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed the joining of these two who are meant to be together like this as one.

Lady D