Page 12 of Unwanted
Kyrie flashed her a smile. “We’re good for now. Thank you.” When he looked Fen’s way, Fen took a cautious bite.
Oh my, goddess. Thank all the gods.
A smile exploded across Kyrie’s face. “I take it you’re cured.”
Fen nodded as he shoveled food in his mouth.
Kyrie had known he would be back to normal. Sadness chose that moment to claw at his guts. Kyrie shielded Fen from the pain. Of course, Fen was better. It was all part of the plan. He wished like hell he was stronger. But Kyrie had never been meant for happiness, and that was enough to defeat anyone. Kyrie understood now that was exactly why Monnie had chosen him. He was the weakest link.
Their feet kept brushing beneath the table. Fen had never been happier in his life. Each time he locked eyes with Kyrie, all the feelings overtook him. Finding a fated mate was something no one could prepare for or describe. He wanted to go straight to Kyrie’s place, pack all his stuff, and have him moved in by nightfall. There was still this tiny part of him that felt like he was being over the top. He didn’t know if Kyrie wanted the same things. He had been a little scared to pick through Kyrie’s thoughts and find out for himself. It was possible Kyrie wanted to go slower. There was no chill in relationships like theirs, but Fen was prepared—sort of—to do whatever Kyrie needed. Well, he could wait for any furniture movement. No way would Kyrie sleep away from him again. That was asking too much, especially with the weird dropping dead thing.
Fen didn’t start the conversation until they got back to Kyrie’s place. “What’s going on with the—”
“Just let me grab some things and we can head to your place,” Kyrie said at the same time.
Fen blinked. He hadn’t expected that. “Aye.”
Kyrie headed for the bedroom.
Fen followed. “How can I help?”
Kyrie didn’t respond until he opened his closet door. “I don’t know. How much is too much?” He glanced behind him. “I know you’re probably not ready to have me living with you or anything, but I also don’t really want to sleep apart.”
Fen didn’t even think. He snatched up the closest piece of furniture. It might be daytime, so he wasn’t at full strength, but he was still strong enough to get Kyrie out of here in no time.
A loud laugh burst from Kyrie. He bent at the waist and laughed even louder—like he couldn’t stop and couldn’t catch his breath.
Happiness overtook everything, even as confusion filled him.
Kyrie waved a hand as if asking him to wait while he got himself under control. He swiped at his eyes as he straightened.
The emotions Fen saw staring back at him had Fen ready to move mountains.
Kyrie finally found his voice. “None of the furniture is mine. I’m renting the place fully furnished.”
Fen gently put the dresser back. “Och. Sorry. I guess that looked a little extreme.”
Kyrie’s smile never dimmed. Good humor danced in his eyes. “Honestly, that’s exactly what I needed. I haven’t done anything except second-guess my every choice since the day we met.” Thankfully, Kyrie didn’t make him ask what he meant. “I’ve berated myself a hundred times for telling you that you should stay and talk to Leif. Then that night at the restaurant, it felt like the greatest date, even though I was working, yet I walked away the moment I got my feelings the tiniest bit hurt. Still, you came for me when I needed help. My dumb ass still resisted. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Fen heard in Kyrie’s thoughts how scattered he felt. “We’re learning together. You’ve had little to nae family to guide you. I’ve only ever been a warrior. But I think we’re doing great, and I believe in us.” Fen had moved closer during his speech until he stood toe to toe with Kyrie. His beautiful yellow eyes seemed to glow brighter than usual. Fen was helpless against the call of Kyrie’s soul. He tucked a strand of Kyrie’s hair behind his ear. Fen lowered his head. Kyrie met him halfway. What Fen meant to be a sweet kiss exploded into an inferno the second their lips touched. The world could fall around them, and Fen wouldn’t know. One second, they stood in the doorway of Kyrie’s closet. The next, Kyrie was beneath him.
When Fen popped open the button on Kyrie’s jeans, Kyrie seemed to find an ounce of sense. He turned his head, panting, as Fen moved his attention to Kyrie’s neck. “The sun is up. You zapped home last night. I’m fairly certain you didn’t bring that lube with you.”
Fen moved south, unconcerned. “Don’t worry. I have different plans for you.”
Kyrie’s shirt didn’t stand a chance against Fen’s strength. He easily tore it open so he could lick Kyrie’s nipples.
Kyrie buried his fingers in Fen’s hair and writhed beneath him. “My skin is on fire.”
“I’ve got everything you need.” He massaged Kyrie’s erection through his jeans.
Kyrie’s hips left the bed, blatantly seeking more. A whimper escaped him.
Fen wouldn’t let his mate suffer. Kyrie would always get everything he wanted. Fen went straight for the pleasure. In an instant, he had Kyrie’s erection out and in his mouth. He felt everything Kyrie did. Fen was all the way in Kyrie’s head, savoring every lick and sucking pull. His hips moved of their own volition. He humped the bed with zero shame. Fen forgot everything except the way they felt together. Fen had never wanted anything in life more than the exact mate he had been given. Now he needed Kyrie to scream his name.
Kyrie held Fen’s hair and took what he wanted. They were one. Kyrie had to know how much Fen loved the abuse… and the way Kyrie wasn’t shy about his desires. Eternity was a long time. This would only get better, and Fen wasn’t sure he would survive it. He already felt like the building orgasm would tear him to pieces.
Kyrie’s body tensed.
