“Come for me, baby,” I growled against her, sucking her clit hard. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
She shattered with a broken cry, her thighs clamping around my head as her release flooded my mouth. I drank every drop, licking her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and boneless, her hazel eyes glassy with pleasure.
But I was nowhere near done.
I kissed my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my lips as I settled between her thighs. My cock throbbed against her slick heat, aching to be inside her. “You still with me?”
She nodded, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Yes. Please, Bexley. I need you inside me.”
I reached between us, guiding the head of my dick to her entrance. “Gonna go slow, baby. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I pressed in inch by inch, groaning at the tight, perfect heat enveloping me. She gasped, her nails biting into my back, and the sting made me even harder.
Instead of pulling away, she lifted her hips, taking more of me until I felt her tiny flinch when I breached the proof of her innocence. Then she held still until I was fully seated.
I stilled, letting her adjust while I kissed her softly. “You okay?”
She nodded, a small, dazed smile curving her lips. “Better than okay. You’re huge, but the stretch feels incredible.”
I started moving then—slow, deep rolls of my hips that felt instinctual even though this was all new for me too.
She moaned as her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Her voice trembled with need as she whispered, “Harder. Please.”
I gave my mate what she wanted, thrusting deeper and faster. She met me stroke for stroke, little cries falling from her lips every time I bottomed out.
With my polar urging me on, my pace turned feral. “Gonna fill you so deep. Put my cubs in you and keep you forever.”
Her eyes went wide, then fluttered shut as another orgasm built. “Yes, please, Bexley!”
I reached between us, my thumb circling her clit in tight, relentless strokes. She shattered again, clenching around me so hard I saw stars. I followed with a roar, spilling deep inside her, marking her from the inside out.
We collapsed together, sweat-slick and panting, my arms wrapped protectively around her. She nuzzled into my chest, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
My mate was safe in my arms, sated and warm. For the first time I could remember, my bear was at peace.
9
ROWAN
Iwoke to warmth wrapping around me like a cocoon, every muscle in my body humming with a sore, spent satisfaction. For one blissful moment, I didn’t move. I just floated in the soft haze between dreaming and waking.
Bexley was wrapped around me. His arms were banded tightly across my waist, one heavy leg tangled with mine, and his chest pressed firmly against my back. It felt so natural to wake up in his embrace.
The fire had burned down to nothing but cold ash, but I didn’t need it. Not with the furnace of a man holding me like I was something he’d waited a lifetime for. And from everything he’d told me yesterday, he actually had.
A soft glow filled the room, and when I blinked my eyes open, I realized the lamp next to the couch was on. The power must’ve come back sometime in the middle of the night, but we hadn’t noticed.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as memories played in my head. Bexley’s mouth on my throat. The way he’d whispered “mine” against my skin. How many times we’d lost ourselves in each other until exhaustion finally dragged us under. Drifting awakein the middle of the night to find his hand tracing lazy circles on my hip, his lips brushing my shoulder like he couldn’t stop touching me even in sleep.
My whole body flushed, and I carefully twisted my head just enough to look at him over my shoulder.
Bexley looked unfairly gorgeous in the morning. Thick stubble shadowed his jaw, and his hair was a rumpled mess from my hands tugging on it each time he gave me an orgasm with his mouth.
As though he felt me staring, Bexley stirred. His arm tightened around me, pulling my back flush against his broad chest. His nose brushed the curve of my neck, and in a sleep-rough rumble that went straight through me, he murmured, “Morning, baby.”
A seductive shiver raced down my spine, and a shy smile tugged at my lips. “Good morning.”
He nuzzled my neck once more before his voice vibrated against my skin. “Sleep okay?”
