She moaned as he sucked her other big toe into his mouth.
“Holy shit, Beck, please!”
He kept her begging for several more minutes as he switched back and forth, his thumbs feeling amazing on the soles of her feet while his hot mouth wouldn’t let her fall asleep.
Finally, he took pity on her and turned, placing her feet over his shoulders and nudging her thighs apart as he crawled up the bed. Still with his gaze focused on hers, he leaned and slowly swiped his tongue up her slit, circled her clit, and down again to dip inside and taste her.
Hot breath blew against her flesh as he pressed his mouth to her, a low, deep growl rumbling through her pussy and nearly making her come.
Mine.
Because that’s what he always did, always said, staking his claim on her and making sure she never forgot she was his.
She was quite all right with that, because he was every bit hers, too.
His hands curled over the tops of her thighs, stroking, sliding up and over the swell of her tummy to cup her nipples and down again as he teased, tasted, explored. Time dissolved, nothing existing but the pleasure he gave her and those intense blue eyes burning a hole right into the center of her soul and branding every cell of her being as his.
Always his.
Then he brought her right to the edge, holding, not quite getting her over, keeping her hovering and desperate and finally begging him.
“Please, baby!
The outer corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement as he gently bit down while his tongue started flicking her clit and she cameunhinged.
And he didn’t stop, only easing up enough she continued coasting that edge until he was ready to drop her over it again.
And again.
It was the fourth one where she finally reached down and patted his head. “Please,” she gasped. “You!”
Faster than she could even process the movement, he’d rolled her onto her side and spooned behind her, notching himself and easily sliding inside her slick passage, his arms protectively and possessively holding her.
His teeth pressed against the top of her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to make her body clench around him. “Forme, mate,” he mentally commanded her.
Unable to resist, she did, shivering in his arms as he quickly caught up and finished with the last echoes of her orgasm ricocheting through her body.
Sated and sleepy, she wiggled her butt against him. “Someone was growly,” she teased.
His tone immediately softened, concerned. “Are you okay, baby?”
Laughing felt good. “I’mmorethan okay, Dawson.” She tipped her head back for sweet, languid kisses from him. “You sure know how to distract me.”
His playful smirk as he nuzzled her nose warmed her heat. “I wouldn’t be doing a very good job as your husband if I couldn’t, now, would I?”
“Husband?” She arched an eyebrow at him.
His eyes flashed, dark and dangerous. Another kiss, this one deeper, longer, sweeter. “Mate,” he whispered. “Mymate. And I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt you. Only thing that upsets me about Ken killing those guys in Idaho is that it wasn’tmekilling them to protect you.”
She hooked an arm back and played with his hair. Slightly disheveled now, she could see hints of his wolf like this, without his carefully controlled mask in place, the one most people saw.
“You romantic,” she teased.
Nami closed her eyes, just for a moment, but then she opened them again and it was completely dark in their bedroom and Beck lay sound asleep next to her, still holding her, his breath warm and comforting against the back of her neck.
She closed her eyes again.
If this is a dream, please never wake me up.
