Shifters were naturally stronger and had far more stamina than humans, but even Adele had to admit she had gotten one hell of a mate.
Micah was simply insatiable.
And it wasn’t even the fire of the mating fever driving him, yet he took her as if molten heat burned through his veins. Micah used every inch of the bathroom as if it belonged to him—and her.
He fucked her on the floor, grinding her into the tiles. On the sink, gripping her hips and pounding into her until the surface rattled beneath them. He bent her over it and fucked her harder again, dragging cries from her she didn’t even know she could make.
Then he pulled her upright, pressed her against the mirror, and took her while their reflections stared back—Adele watching every reaction ripple across her own face as he destroyed her breath by breath.
Adele lost track of how many tis she climaxed, and the positions too. There had been so many she couldn’t rember them all, only the dizzying blur of pleasure.
Now they had finally returned to his bed. She didn’t bother asking what percentage he’d climbed to; she suspected Micah no longer had a limit. Two hundred percent? Try five hundred. A thousand. Infinite.
They lay together on the bed with Micah on top of her, kissing. Having done most of the hard work in the bathroom, they explored each other as if they had all the ti in the world.
Her mate, Micah was incredibly gentle with her this ti, tracing the line of her face, pushing her damp hair back, letting his palm travel down her side as he kissed her slowly. Adele did the sa, running her hands over the ridges of his muscle, and tugged softly at his hair as she kissed him.
Micah lifted her leg and placed it around his waist, his hand gliding across her thigh. Everything about her was soft and he liked touching her. They kissed once, then twice again, before Micah finally drew back, staring into her eyes.
Her raven-black hair was sprawled across his pillow in wild waves. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her pupils blown wide while her flushed skin glowed like she’d been painted by the goddess herself. She looked devastatingly beautiful.
"Tell ," Micah murmured, brushing a thumb across her cheek, "did it ever occur to you, even in your wildest imagination, that you’d be mated to ?"
The answer was obvious, but Micah wanted to hear it. He wanted to know whether at any point in her life she had looked at him and felt even a spark of what he felt now.
Adele sighed. "I ran away from you, Micah. That should sum it up."
"I know," Micah said, kissing the center of her chest, "but did you never have a crush on ? Not even one tiny mont where you were into ?"
He tugged a stray lock of hair behind her ear and lowered his voice. "I can’t help but wonder what actually brings the Matebond about. Is it truly sothing we have no control over? Sothing like destiny?"
His brows knitted as he thought about it, his gaze distant.
"Does the moon goddess just decide to bind two completely different people who might not even like each other into sothing permanent. But the Matebond isn’t a magic love potion, if anything, It’s supposed to heighten what’s already there. Or tell I’m wrong?"
Adele took a deep breath, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Micah’s chest as she said, "The ways of the gods are mysterious, Micah. We will never fully comprehend them. Matebonds are called soul bonds for a reason. The gods created us, saw our souls long before we ever existed, and knew the best match for each of us. The gift isn’t random, It’s intentional."
Micah listened closely, intensely focused on her.
Adele continued, "People differ, so it’s not surprising the bond works differently for each being. For so, it heightens what is already there. For others, it gives them the foundation they need to grow feelings they didn’t even realize were sleeping. We’re half human, that ans we miss things, sotis overlooking what’s right in front of us. And that’s where the goddess cos in, nudging us where we fail."
Suddenly, she hesitated, biting down on her lip, cheeks red.
Micah noticed imdiately. "Adele? What is it?"
Adele said in a small voice. "...I did find you intriguing at one point."
Micah blinked, taken aback. What?
His brow lifted, interest sparking in his beautiful hazel irises.
Adele swallowed her embarrassnt and confessed, "It was during Elijah’s birthday two years ago. He introduced you to ...." She dragged in a shaky breath, "Of course, you’re an incubus and sexy as hell, It’s normal for a woman to react the way I did. I was very much intrigued by you. Except the intrigue died the mont I watched you flirt with half the guests and ended up fucking one of them in the garden."
"...Oh." was all Micah could say.
Adele waved it off. "You didn’t notice stumbling into the scene. And even if you had, it wouldn’t have mattered. I was nobody to you. So when I started working in the school and saw the way you were around the kids, it was safe to conclude that whatever fascination I had for you was over. You were nothing but a spoiled princely fuck boy."
She added imdiately as if to soften the blow, "But I understand now, it was biological. You can’t help the nature you were born with —"
"I’m sorry," Micah said, cutting in. His thumb brushed her jaw. "Incubus nature or not, I’m sorry you would have to live with the mories of a mate who must have slept his way through half of Aster City.
You deserve a better mate, Adele."
"Don’t say that." Adele said in a sharp voice. She cupped his cheek, forcing him to et her gaze. "So people get storybook romances while others don’t. If all the damsels got their princes, who would be left to love the villains? The forsaken? The damned?"
Micah stared at her as she cracked him open with her words.
"Even monsters deserve to be loved, Micah."
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