Oberon
I closed my eyes as she caressed my face with one hand. Small fingertips traced my cheekbone. My brow. My lips.
“Are you saying you want to be friends with benefits?”
“f**k no. I want to be your mate. But I will not claim you until after the mission.”
“What? Why? I don’t understand.”
I was beyond understanding most anything. My c**k was hard and throbbing, my senses flooded with her. Only her. Everywhere. The sound of her voice. Her heat. The weight of her in my lap. The light touch of her fingertips on my face.
“The mission will be very dangerous. I might not—”
“Shut up. Don’t you dare say it.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.
Rising onto her knees, she wrapped her arms around my head, holding me to her with fierce strength I now knew had been forged in the
