Final part! Only a three parter for our blind boy❤️

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I act on instinct and place my hand in his. Once again, I'm hit with those warm feelings in my lower stomach in response to our touch. His hand is hot and rough against mine.

'Opal,' I tell him my name.

'Opal,' he tests the word out. 'As in the precious stone. Beautiful, like you.'

The cheesy line is offset by his rugged appearance but I blush nonetheless. Thank Goddess he can't see it. He releases my hand somewhat reluctantly.

'So, you can see in your wolf form?' I ask, hoping that I'm not prying too much.

His jaw clenches and I sense I've hit a nerve. That's understandable.

'I can see partially out of my right eye. My sight isn't great, but I'm fully blind when I'm in human form,' he explains gruffly. 'But I've learned to adjust.'

'I can tell,' I reply, not bothering to hide the awe in my voice.

The way he caught that mug was impressive.

'I take it you were here to save your...friend?'

If that's a way of checking to see if I'm single, he's not very subtle.

'Yes, my friend. The Vagus took him.'

At the mention of the the ones who destroyed his life, Rorke curls his lip and growls. Despite knowing that the aggression isn't aimed at me, it scares me. Rorke, sightless, still senses my fear and reaches for my hand.

'I'm sorry,' he murmurs. 'They have put me through so much. Their endless sacrifices only anger me. I release the innocent and leave the guilty to face the Moon Goddess for their crimes.'

So much of the truth is twisted through rumours. I only ever heard that Rorke killed them all, maybe even ate them.

He rubs his thumb over my knuckles reassuringly. I can't believe how wrong those rumours were. He is no monster. He's my mate. I feel for him. All these years of being isolated and feared. He doesn't deserve this. He deserves to be loved and cherished.

The thought fills me with overwhelming joy. I slide my hands up his arms, over his wide shoulders and up his neck. I trace my fingers over his cheeks and jawline, feeling the scratchy stubble from going a few days without shaving.

Rorke leans into my touch, clearly appreciating the attention that I'm giving him. My eyes drop to his lips and I wonder what it would be like to kiss them.

'Can I kiss you?'

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. It's too late to be embarrassed. Rorke smiles and says yes quicker than my cheeks can catch up and turn pink.

The height difference makes things a little harder. I have to lean up onto my tiptoes to be able to reach his lips. He leans down, helping by meeting me half-way. Our lips touch and I quickly close my eyes. I savour the feel of his soft lips on mine, pressing back with equal enthusiasm.

I always dreamed of kissing my mate. I dreamt that there would be fireworks, if only imaginary ones. It's better than that. My whole body feels as though it's thrumming, tingling. I'm filled with warm feelings of comfort and love.

Rorke's hands slide up my arms and into my hair. He cups my head and tilts it to one side slightly, allowing him to deepen our kiss. His tongue slips between my lips and explores my mouth. I move my tongue against his, tasting him.

I press my body against his. One hand slides from my hair, down my back and around my waist. He tightens his hold, pinning me closer to his muscular chest. With no top on, I have free access to his body and I explore him with my hands.

Rorke shudders under my touch but seems to be enjoying it because he growls against my lips when I stop and makes a hum of satisfaction when I continue. Each time his tongue nudges mine, it sends a shoot of desire through my body and straight down to between my legs.

He moves from my lips and down my jaw. I arch my head away, giving him complete access to my neck. Rorke sucks hard on the sensitive skin and I dig my nails into his arms.

'Rorke,' I gasp his name. 'More.'

My plea is all he needs. He scoops me into his arms and strides down the corridor with the confidence of someone who knows their home well. He enters a bedroom and deposits me on the bed. I watch him with hooded eyes as he climbs over me and resumes our kiss.

His hands cautiously skim over my stomach, just under my jumper. When I don't make any moves to push him away, he slides daringly higher. The rough pads of his fingers graze over the tops of my breasts and push down my bra cups. He finds my nipples and pinches them whilst supporting his weight on his elbows.

I can't cope with how good it feels. His tongue plunges into my mouth at the same time he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The pleasure goes straight to my clit and I rock my hips against his. His erection is wedged firmly between my legs, providing just the right amount of friction in exactly the right place.

Between the kissing, the nipple play and the dry humping, I don't stand a chance. My climax hits full force. My moans are drowned out by the kiss but Rorke is well aware of what is happening in my body. He rolls his hips and grinds against me, prolonging this new pleasure.

As I'm recovering, he pulls my jumper over my head and unsnaps my bra. He replaces his fingers with his mouth, sucking one of my nipples with a hard suction that makes my toes curl. He uses his fingers on my other nipple, rolling and pinching.

I can feel my underwear become wetter and wetter, which isn't helped by my recent orgasm. Rorke abandons one nipple to undo my trousers. He leaves the other and takes off the rest of my clothes, leaving me bereft without his touch.

The sizeable bulge in his trousers has my gaze locked. I can't look away nor find it in myself to be nervous, I just want him. I barely pay any attention to the fact that I am naked before my mate. His mouth is closing over my core before I can process what is happening.

He laps up my juices like they're his favourite dish. He plunges his tongue inside my clenched channel and rubs his nose against my clitoris. I buck and roll my hips, desperate for more friction, and he answers my rubbing his thumb back and forth over the little bundle of nerves that is driving me wild.

He plays my body like a maestro with their favourite instrument. He knows things about my body that even I don't. It's like he was made to do this, which, in a way, he was. The second orgasm he draws from my body is even more powerful than the first. At the back of my mind, I wonder if they are going to continue increasing in strength like this, because there is a very likely possibility that I will pass out.

Rorke licks my core one final time and then kisses up my stomach, over my ribs and between my breasts. I tug on the waistband of his trousers in a silent plea for him to remove them. He indulges me and strips naked, giving me a peek at the the appendage I most want to see. It hangs between his legs, long, thick and bobbing with momentum.

I spread my legs wide for him in invitation. Rorke needs no encouragement, he is between them in an instant and pushing at my entrance. I close my eyes and relax my muscles, accepting him inside me with only a slight pinch of pain that ebbs away quickly.

Rorke's whole body shudders above me, overcome with the feeling of us being connected. He starts to move his hips. He holds himself up with his hands on either side of my face.

It feels incredible, having him inside of me. As we get into it, he moves faster. I lift my legs up to wrap them around his waist. I give him his time and then use all of my strength to roll us. With me on top, I get to control the pace. I slow it down and steadily get faster as Rorke pants beneath me, lips parted and fingers gripping my hips.

My third climax takes me and sets Rorke off, too. We moan against each other's lips as we finish together.

I lay on top of him with his arms around me, deliriously happy.

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I am so excited for you to read tomorrow's chapter 🙈

I've been having so much fun writing it! Can't wait ❤️