The Elf's Royal Match (Book 4 The Wolves of Winter Valley)

Chapter 16 - Love Heals

Sinead POV

I tried to keep my nerves hidden from Colt as we made our way into my bedroom by immersing myself in the scent and flavor of his neck. It didn’t matter to me that his transition was incomplete. What body parts he possessed or didn’t possess didn’t make him any more or less a man. Nor did it diminish this insatiable need I had for him.

What gave me pause was my inexperience. I had no idea how to pleasure someone with the same parts as myself, and I wanted to so badly. Now that I knew his secret, I understood that he had been suffering as much, if not more than me. While my pain was rooted in confusion, he’d had fear underlining his, and there was only one thing that could make a man that afraid of his mate’s reaction. Someone or multiple someones had rejected him because of his gender identity. My match deserved to have his body worshiped and shown the same love I was confident he was planning to show me.

As soon as Colt set me on my feet next to my bed, his hands began to race over my body, trying to feel everything all at once, further confirming how starved he was for affection. My heart ached for him, and I became even more determined to make this moment about proving to him just how much I loved and wanted him. I would take my time and erase any lingering fears of rejection. When we finally allowed ourselves to succumb to sleep, he would rest knowing without a single doubt that he was mine and I was his for all eternity.

Gently, I caught his hands and brought them to my lips, kissing the tip of each finger and then the palms. “There’s no need to hurry, Colton. I’ve no plans tonight other than being with you. Do you? Have other plans, I mean?”

Dark pools of emotion stared deeply into my eyes. “No. There is nowhere I’d rather be than here with you, my love.”

“Good,” I whispered, flowing forward until our bodies became flush and nipping lightly at his full bottom lip. “So, let’s take our time and make this a night we’ll never forget.”

“It already is,” he answered and claimed my mouth in a kiss that curled my toes and incinerated my insides.

Because I knew he wouldn’t expect it, I took control, grabbing the hem of his well-fitted black t-shirt and tugging it up his torso. I broke the kiss and smiled at Colt’s stunned expression while I wrestled it over his head and dropped it to the floor. His hands clamped over mine when I reached for the button of his jeans.

“Draw the curtains and I’ll take care of these,” he said.

The fear in his eyes brought the sting of tears to mine. “You don’t have to hide from me, Colton. I love you. I want you. I crave you. All of you. Every. Single. Delicious. Inch of you.” For emphasis, I punctuated each statement with a kiss on his chest, jaw, and throat. “You’re mine. Let me have you.”

Very slowly and reluctantly, Colt released my hands and let his fall to his sides. Even without being marked, I could feel his insecurity, and it fueled my desire to love his body as thoroughly as possible.

Lifting my hands to his shoulders, I feathered kisses over those sumptuously full lips, his chin, and his jaw. My movements were languid as my hands glided over his chest and stomach, reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath the thick black hair peppered over his tan skin. I leaned forward, drawing my tongue down from his clavicle to his belly button, pausing occasionally to rub my cheek over that soft hair. Colt threaded his fingers in my hair, hissing out a breath when I scraped my teeth over that spot just above the button of his jeans.

Again, I lay my hands over his waistband. This time, Colt didn’t stop me, but his body tensed as I pushed the small metal disc from its hole, then lowered the zipper.

“You are the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, Colton and I am so proud to call you mine,” I said while pulling his jeans and underwear to the floor.

The idea was to use my words of loving affirmation to relax him, but it didn’t work. When his pants passed his hips, his entire body went rigid as if expecting a blow, and in that instant, I hated every woman who’d caused him to be ashamed of his body. To prove my words with actions, I pressed my lips into the thick curtain of hair concealing his core. I smiled wickedly and flicked my tongue over that sensitive flesh, relishing Colt’s sharply indrawn breath and the moist heat radiating from between his thighs.

“You taste just as good as you look,” I murmured and lifted my eyes to his so he could see the truth in them. I rose, running my hands up his body as I did so. My simple gesture paid off.

Colt relaxed, then seemed to become infused with the confidence he had lacked only moments before. He toed off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and kicked them aside. “Your turn,” he growled, ripping my t-shirt and bra from my body simultaneously and dropping the pieces at my feet.

I grinned. “Still in a hurry, my one?”

“Only to see the treasures you hide beneath your clothes, my love,” he answered, raking his eyes over my naked torso. “And treasures they are.” His voice grew husky as he reached out and filled his hands with my breasts. “You are perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

My eyes drifted closed, and I sighed when his thumbs grazed over my n*****s, then traced the outline of my jeweled barbells. “Colton…” I whimpered, feeling his tongue dancing along each super-sensitive nub.

This wasn’t how I’d planned for this to go. I was supposed to be worshipping his body, not the other way around. So far, I’d only gotten to undress him and press teasing kisses along his flesh. He’d yet to feel the pleasure I wanted to bring him, but I couldn’t force myself to stop his sexy assault on my n*****s. I didn’t want to stop it. My body was in ecstasy. Every flick of his tongue sent a barrage of tingles racing through my body and straight to my core, causing it to throb and weep in anticipation.

I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down when I felt my jeans and panties suffer the same fate as the rest of my clothing.

“I will never again doubt your desire for me,” Colt said in a near whisper as he ran his tongue up my neck. “The scent of your arousal is all the proof I need. It’s even more potent after seeing my body. Forgive me, for my lack of faith.”

His words reignited my resolve to love him as he deserved to be loved. Leaning back enough to look into his eyes, I covered his lips with my fingers. “No, because there is nothing to forgive. You are not responsible for the fear others instilled within you, but it is my job to abolish them and I’m going to start right now.”

Colt POV

With love shining in those desire-darkened periwinkle eyes, Sinead took my hands and guided me into her bed. I was still apprehensive, despite the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Most of my previous s****l encounters had been with women who didn’t particularly care that I was transgender but weren’t exactly interested in spending much time reciprocating the attention shown to them. Others were curious at first but changed their minds once contact was made. Sinead had never experimented with women. And, as far as I knew, she had never encountered another transgender man, so part of me still feared that she would find the experience unpleasant.

She started at my feet, massaging the soles with her fingertips, then kissing the toes. When she sucked one into her mouth, my eyes opened wide in surprise as my chin dropped to my chest. I was unfamiliar with this method of seduction but judging by the frantic fluttering of butterflies in my stomach; it was an effective one. Inch by agonizing inch, she painted sizzling trails over my body with her mouth, working her way from my ankles to my chest. She paused, running her fingers along my double mastectomy scars. My apprehension grew, then faded as she replaced her fingers with her lips, kissing along those faint reminders that I’d once had breasts. When satisfied, she rose over me, her hair cascading down like a golden curtain, and captured my lips. Her kiss was tender and sweet but could not hide the passion she was keeping restrained.

I wanted to push her to unleash it. The animal in me craved that primal rush, the violence of it. The human was afraid the lack of penetration would leave her unsatisfied. That thought, that one lingering fear, effectively tempered my arousal, and I found myself struggling to concentrate on the feel of Sinead’s hands and lips on my skin, desperate not to ruin this moment. She must have felt the change in me because she stopped and met my gaze.

“Colton, please stop thinking. Just feel. The past doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing beyond this room, beyond us, is relevant. I love you, my one. Hold on to that,” she whispered as she kissed and licked her way back down my body.

Sinead sighed deeply after she positioned herself between my legs, then looked up at me with a wicked glint in her eye and a smile on her face. “I’ve never done this before, so it may take a long time for me to get it just right,” she said, lightly brushing a finger along my slit. “I don’t care how long it takes, my one. The important thing is that I learn how to bring you as much pleasure as I’m sure you’ll bring me.” She dipped her finger between my folds, barely grazing my clit. “You’re so wet.” Her voice took on a note of surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt sexier or more desired in all my life.”

“You are the sexiest woman to grace this world, my love and no one will ever desire you as much as I do,” I managed to force out between moans as my mate took great delight in toying with my clit.

“Soon you will see the same is true for me.”

My body writhed while Sinead took her time using fingers alone to explore my weeping core, and for the first time since coming of age, I didn’t loathe my female parts. I still wished I had a p***s like other men, but it was hard to focus on that fact when my gorgeous mate was so thoroughly enjoying what I did have.

Finally, she put her mouth on me, and I nearly catapulted myself into orbit. It was another unfamiliar sensation, feeling her tongue gliding over the most sensitive parts of my body. My hips lifted in a silent demand for more, and Sinead delivered by flicking her tongue furiously over my throbbing clit.

“Oh, bless the Gods, you’re going to make me come!” I cried, grasping at the bedspread.

She slipped a finger inside me, then out again in a slow, steady rhythm, increasing her pace until it matched her tongue.

“f**k! Oh, f**k!” My body twisted as my orgasm built, but Sinead never missed a beat.

“Come for me, Colton,” she paused to demand, then clamped her lips over my clit and sucked, causing my body to convulse violently as the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced ripped through my body.

I expected Sinead to move to my side immediately after; instead, she lingered, licking up every drop of my juices. Tears stung my eyes as I looked down at my mate. For the first time in my life, I knew what true love felt like, and I’d nearly lost her to my foolish fears.

“You’re doing it again,” she said, crawling up my body and sprawling over my chest. “Stop thinking about what was and think about what is. No more regrets. No more fears. I love you and I look forward to reminding you as often as possible just how much for all of eternity.”