Page 95 of Starting a New Life

“What?”

“I never even got to kiss anyone,” he repeated. “And I never wanted to. Until you.” His eyes shone bright and full of honesty, lips quirking into a smile. “I never thought my first kiss would be with a shifter.”

I groaned. “I was covered in blood. I covered you in blood.”

Nix chuckled. “Yeah… kind of weird, but it was still perfect—because it was honest. Exactly what I wanted to do at that moment. And do you know what I want to do in this moment?”

“What?” The way his smile turned into a smirk, I had an idea, but I wanted to hear him say it. I needed to hear him say it.

“I want you to fuck me. And then, when we both recover, I want to try fucking you.”

Hell yes!

My cock jumped, my mind coming up with pictures of Nix writhing on my sheets, pale skin all flushed, glistening with sweat while I—

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but whatever makes your aura blaze like that… I want you to do it to me.”

I let out a laugh and hoisted Nix up, tilting my head until my mouth was millimetres away from his. “I can do that.” And then I kissed him again as shocks swept through my body and my wolf howled in my chest.

Claim, he demanded. Mate. Claim.

Nix let out a moan, and his fingers dug into my shoulders as he clung to me like a monkey, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach.

We had way too many clothes on.

“Bed,” Nix panted against my lips as if he were reading my thoughts. “Now.”

I let out a laugh, then carried him through my house, and up the stairs to the first floor, which consisted of two big rooms. Sunlight fell through the sloped window, illuminating the bed as if guiding the way.

Part of me wanted to throw Nix onto the mattress, to watch him bounce on the bed and then pounce on him, but… not today.

Today, I gently lowered him until he was lying on the dark grey sheets, his turquoise eyes filled with icy fire, lips already swollen and red, cheeks flushed an adorable pink. He looked utterly wrecked even though I hadn’t really done anything yet.

How is he going to look after a good fucking?

I couldn’t wait to find out.

I also couldn’t wait to taste him one more time, so I lowered my head and stole another kiss. And then another. His tongue explored my mouth, and his hand slipped beneath my hoodie, stroking my abs, making the muscles spasm beneath his touch as wave after wave of small shocks went through my body, fuelling the fire burning in my gut.

“Nix,” I groaned when his hands moved higher and kneaded my pecs. Immediately, his fingers found my nipples, twisting gently, and I almost collapsed on top of him as the muscles in the arm holding me up stopped working for a moment.

The only reason I didn’t crash was that… the air was holding my weight? What the fuck? I opened my eyes and looked down at… nothing. I raised my arm. Yep, my upper body was hovering in the air.

“Sorry,” Nix giggled. “I didn’t think, I just acted.”

Right. Magic.

“Can you magic our clothes away?” I asked. Because I wouldn’t mind getting naked right now.

Nix scrunched up his nose. “No. I mean, in theory, I can burn them off, but uhm, I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”

I laughed. “Please don’t. My house is made of wood.”

Nix smiled at me, his eyes never leaving mine as I sat up on my heels, his slender body caught between my thighs. I pulled my hoodie over my head.

“I think I like the traditional way more,” he said, eyes widening as he took in my body. Not gonna lie, it felt good. His eyes were burning, heating my skin with each appreciative look. I didn’t miss the way his pupils dilated when he looked at my biceps or the way his pulse quickened when he took in my abs. The scent of his arousal filled the air, delicious and sweet and just oh so good that I couldn’t help but taste him again.

Nix moaned, arching his back off the bed when my tongue dipped into his mouth while I returned the favour, and my hand found his nipple. By now, I was holding myself up on my own again, which was probably good, because Nix’s whole body spasmed as I rolled the little nub between my fingers, his hips snapping up, thrusting in the air.