Dale was amazing. The way he fucked…. No. That wasn’t quite right. It was the way he made love. Because that was what this was. He treated me like I was pure gold. There was a reverence on his face as he took me, and it wasn’t just lust.
I was no longer asking myself: Could this be the one? Now that thought had change to: This was it. Dale was my one true mate. But did he want that, too?
We had talked about the bite. The link it created. He’d noticed. He’d approved. After all, he was the one who’d initiated it. Why was I being insecure right now?
“Relax, baby. You’re tense. Did I hurt you?”
“Maybe I'm in shock because you're just that damn good.”
He thrust deeper. “I never want to let you go.”
“How did you know I needed to hear you say that?”
“I could read it in your eyes.” He pulled out, then pushed back in at a slight angle hitting every pleasure point along the way.
I shut my eyes so I could focus on the sensation alone. When I came, it was like I dissolved into ripples on the air.
Dale knotted me again. He held me up and to his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me.
“I like being stuck together,” I said.
“You have no choice.”
“I could have run away last night when I felt the heat coming on. But we'd already had such a good time that I became selfish. I wanted all of you. That's my confession for today.”
He kissed me all over my face and neck. His breath churned against my hair. “I love your confession. And now I have one of my own. If you had run I cannot guarantee I wouldn't have chased you down.”
“Only because I would have wanted you to. I'd already consented to everything even if not in so many words.”
We sweet talked to each other for another twenty minutes until his knot went down. When he slid from me I gushed more liquid onto the inside of my robe. Hand in mind, he led me back to the bed, helping me out of my robe and tossing it toward the front door.
“We'll get housekeeping to bring us more robes.”
Ever the alpha fixer. Already, I knew I wanted him in my life for good.
16
Dale
When we weren't sleeping or ordering room service for our voracious appetites, we were in bed making love. I lost track of time and didn't care.
I woke to daylight and finally decided to check my phone. It was December 27th. Christmas had come and gone barely noticed.
I watched Aspen who was still asleep and looking more handsome than ever. Locks of his hair spilled across his forehead. His eyelashes were dark against the tops of his cheeks. I would never get tired of looking at him.
But something had changed. I didn't feel as rampant. Aspen’s scent had changed. Still sweet, still just as enticing, but not as strong. He looked calm, at peace, his cheeks less flushed.
The heat was over.
For me, it didn't change a thing. All my feelings for him remained.
I moved closer to him and wrapped my arm around his waist until my chest was against his back. He let out a little groan.
“Dale?”
“Right here at your side.”
“It's over, isn't it?”
