Delivered to My Elves (Mail-Order Matings #18)

Chapter Twenty-One

Misty

Did elves mark their mates?

I was about to find out if they would mark me.

Truly, I had no idea, but I was anxious to find out if they would allow me to mark them. After our night together, I had felt like I’d let them down because I wasn’t ready for lovemaking, especially since this was the whole reason they’d wanted me to start with.

Some breeder I’d turned out to be, not even willing to put out right away. Did they mistake my virginal reluctance for something else? I really didn’t want them to think I was trying to back out of our deal. But the last little while, and my pleas for them to take me to bed, had hopefully cleared that up.

But nobody was more surprised than me that we’d gone from a business agreement to love…to recognizing one another as mates. To the life I’d always wanted but never truly dared to believe I’d had. My former crush wasn’t the only person disinterested in me I’d spent way too much time on. And those who did show interest? I looked the other way. Did Fate have a hand, or was this girl just too contrary to fall for anyone but the real ones?

These two elves were my fated mates, and I was entirely over the moon. Also, so wet between my legs I could wring out my underwear.

We arrived back at the house, walking quickly and breathing more heavily than the exercise would make us do. I had an elf on either side of me on a path wide enough in places for maybe two people and even though they were tall and lean, they were pressed tightly to my sides. I did not hate it in the slightest. And once we got inside, I was suddenly up in the air, held aloft by two sets of hands that were disrobing me before we ever neared the bedroom. My clothes fell around us, not that there were so many of them, but when they laid me gently on the bed, I was completely nude, and all my shifter ease at the state melted away under the burning gaze of two hot elves.

“She’s so beautiful,” murmured Aerin, trailing a single finger between my breasts and down my belly to stop just above my sex. “Don’t you think, Callon?”

“Mmm.” He tipped my chin up and grazed my lips with his. “Gorgeous.”

“Are you two going to stay dressed or…” I felt very daring saying that, but my desire for them helped me push past any shyness. I lay back watching through my lashes as they undressed. Of course I’d seen a lot of bears unclothed, but I’d never wanted anyone like I did these men. And when they lay down on either side of me and pressed their warm skin to mine, I was faint with wanting them. They were my mates. Everything I’d heard about what it felt like to be with mates was true and they hadn’t even touched me much yet.

And then they were, touching and kissing and stroking and making me writhe. It was dim in the room with only a little light from the hallway, but it was enough to appreciate their elfin gorgeousness. Then I was lying on my back and Callon was over me, and I had the thought I should probably tell them it was my first time, but then the moment for confession passed as Aerin’s lips closed on mine and Callon’s were on my girly parts. I couldn’t have talked if I tried. They were both perfect for me, and I rose toward orgasm, clutching the sheets on either side of me. I was clenching deep inside, and then his lips were gone, replaced by something long and hard; the cock I’d already gotten a look at penetrated me.

I gasped, unable to stop it, and he froze, looking down at me. “Aerin, our mate…it’s her first time.”

Aerin released my lips and stroked my cheek. “Are you all right?”

“No because he stopped.” Already the sting was fading, and I craved him. “Please, I need…I want…”

“If you’re sure you’re fine,” Callon said then drove deep inside me and began to move in and out, slowly, then faster, bringing me with him to a quick orgasm. After getting my assurance I was still fine, Aerin took his place and I lost whatever bits of dignity I’d ever had, sobbing with the pleasure they gave me, coming so many times I lost count before sinking my teeth into the side of his throat and marking him. I grabbed for Callon and marked him too. I never wanted any female of any kind looking at them without knowing they were mine. My fated mates.

Aerin spilled inside me then eased down beside me and I felt a sharper pain than when Callon had broken my hymen. Turned out, elves did mark their mates, or at least these elves did, and their bite on either side of my throat burned for a moment before they lapped away the pain. They were mine, and I was theirs. Not a breeder but their mate. I hadn’t settled at all; I’d won the prize of love, and Fate smiled down on us.