I’d never felt so complete. My body had been waiting for him all this time.
He slowed to reposition his arms so his face was now near mine. “Kiss me.”
Like I could deny him anything.
I was close, so close to coming. At this rate I was going to shoot my load too soon and end this bliss. My attempts to hold it back were futile, and I came, my come landing on my chest between us. And that was when I did something I’d never contemplated doing to anyone before, not even in the abstract.
I grazed my teeth on his shoulder and then bit down… hard, right where it met his neck. I didn’t think I had a kinky side, but apparently I did. He must’ve too, because the instant I tasted his blood, he growled, his cum filling me and his knot growing, sealing the two of us together.
He collapsed on top of me. I loved feeling the weight of him, the tug of his knot as his position shifted.
“I’m sorry,” I said, running a finger over where I bit him. “I don’t know why I did that.”
“Don’t be sorry.”
“If it makes you feel better, you can bite me too.”
He tensed up for a second.
I was kidding, kind of. Like when you stepped on someone’s toe and they said, “Well, I’ll feel better if I can step on yours too.” Or maybe that was just my grandfather’s thing.
Talk about making things worse.
“Don’t overthink it, Weston,” he said, and kissed my cheek. “Just enjoy.”
I closed my eyes, doing what he said. While he was still inside me, I fell asleep to the wildest dreams. I was in the snow and laughing, bundled up in a huge coat and mittens made out of old sweaters.
That wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was that I was hanging out with a polar bear, and it was like we were playing and happy, like the bear was my family.
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ASHER
My eyes were closed, but there was something unfamiliar on my chest. It wasn’t heavy, but the scent had me wanting to curl up with it and go back to sleep.
My eyes snapped open after rustling to my right. Weston had his arm draped over me, and he was drooling a little. I could have wiped it but didn’t want to disturb him.
That’s not why. He marked you last night.
Shush and let me enjoy this moment before I have to consider the repercussions of that act.
Weston’s beard was softer than it appeared, and memories of him brushing it over my cheek resurfaced. I resisted the urge to run my fingers through it before I was swept up in reality.
Heat swarmed over my skin, but instead of desire, this was a stinging version that signaled I was about to panic.
Weston marked me, and my hand went to the curve of my neck where the bite had already healed, but a scar remained. My mate was human, so was it just passion that caused him to leave hismark? Perhaps it was instinct. I couldn’t delve into my mate’s head.
You didn’t give him your mark in return.
Because he doesn’t know.
Claiming involved both participants being in agreement. Weston had no clue about shifters. They didn’t exist in his human world except in fantasy. And now we were bound together in a way he couldn’t understand. We’d done this ass-backward.
My beast was confused by that last remark, but I wasn’t about to explain it to him.
I'd let Weston mark me without telling him the truth. My bear didn’t understand why I couldn’t bite my mate now. We were side by side, his bare shoulder was beside mine.
What’s the problem?
