“Oh Bear, oh shit, I can’t stop.” she gasps, dropping her shoulders down to shove her ass higher.
This position gives me a better angle, so I palm the fleshy globes of her ass and use the hold to pull her on and off my cock, drilling down and going deeper than ever before.
I’ve already been inside her cervix, hell I almost came a bucket’s worth when that tight ring opened and slammed closed around my crown, the fit so painfully tight my balls filled and strained to follow my cock inside her.
At this angle and with her sex gulping and milking at me I reach so much further inside, the silky pulse of her womb engulfs me and makes me shudder.
The need to come has been riding me since I started eating her out and she came all over my face, but I want this to last. I want her so fucked out she can’t move or think past what I can give her.
So I control it, gritting my teeth when she comes again, her orgasms wetting my balls and thighs with the satin glide of her pleasure.
“I want to put my young in you and watch your body swell with a part of me. I want to watch your breasts fill and taste the sustenance you give my sons and daughters. I want to see you soft and plump and make love to you while you bleed so that my essence can heal you faster.”
The thought of it, of being what she needs, is so intense I come before I can stop myself, my seed shooting free of my dick in long thick streams of potent pleasure.
Mika whimpers when I fill her, the natural essence inside my come setting off another climax before she falls to the mattress, spent and out of breath.
I follow her down, just managing to catch my weight on my elbows and keep my dick where it is, waiting for the aftershocks and last drops to leak into her.
My cock doesn’t go soft, shifters hardly ever experience that phenomena when we’re near our mates, but I lose a fraction of the steely hardness and pull out, grunting when her sex shivers and sucks at me before I free myself from her clasp.
Falling to the mattress, I pull her over onto my chest, chuckling at her weak struggles before she sighs and settles against me, her leg thrown over my hips so that her sex rests against my thigh.
This is intimacy on a level I haven’t ever had, and while it’s new and shaky, I hear my wolf purr his approval and settle down, the wily bastard more than satisfied with this one step closer to fully mating our female.
“When I was younger I used to think there was something wrong with me because I wasn’t interested in sex.”
I laugh, squeezing her ass and shake my head at her foolishness. This female has the most incredible stamina I have ever witnessed in a female and hearing her confess to something so ludicrous is amusing to the extreme.
I bet if I manage to make her love me she’ll need me at least twice a day.
God, I am so looking forward to that.
To knowing that my female needs my body enough to walk around wet and aching until I fill her is something I never thought I would need, or want.
I want it though and while part of me rebels against the necessity, the obsession, the loss of control, the other part revels in the thought of what is to come.
Normally, when a couple mates and a male releases into his female while biting her it strengthens the bond and makes it so that her body will crave his. It’s our biological failsafe against the species dying out.
Times have changed, and like Mika said, we do use protection, but part of that is not just a condom to stop conception. It can’t always be because the female would sicken without her male’s cum at least once a month.
No, for our race to truly term it protection, we have to qualify that while unsheathed by a condom we won’t bite, and if we need to bite, we suit up. It’s not ideal, especially when a male is in the throws, but modern times call for choice and sometimes for a female the choice is not to be pregnant all the time because her male is so potent his seed always takes.
“You’re not and have never been wrong in any way, Mika. It’s possible that you just never wanted sex before because your body didn’t recognize other men as your mate.”
I snarl the last few words, not liking the thought of other men when thinking of my female all hot and wet with lust.
I’ll tear apart anyone who so much as looks her way.
“But, I was full human then.”
“Yeah, but Fated females are special in some way. You wouldn’t have been born to be mine unless your body could handle the blooding and mating, lenia. Trust me, some males have tried with a human woman, and it never works. They sicken with the blood instead of get stronger.”
“But I sickened,” she points out, leaning up to look down at me.
I sigh, stroking a hand over the slight bump that still mars her temple and shake my head, not wanting this conversation but knowing that I have to always be honest, even if it will piss her off.
“You sickened because the blood we shared in that kiss was not freely given and I had already sent you into heat. If I’d done all of those things, it would have just made you weak but the scrub is what fucked you up the most. I did something that sickened the part of you that was already changing.”
“Part? What…?”
“That voice in your head that wants me, even when you’re pissed? That is a piece of my own wolf, the part that nature gives all males to bond with their mates. Once I touched you, it was inside you, strengthened when you nicked my lip and tasted my blood. She sickened when I scrubbed you because she is part of your mind and was fighting against the part of you that was human and obeying my commands,” I admit.
That earns me a scowl and a slap to my chest, Mika’s eyes flashing with anger and a huge amount of disgust.
“You told me to feel pain!”
“I did,” I admit, wincing when she slaps me again. “It’s a failsafe that we use. It’s meant to influence human thinking. Once you feel pain when trying to remember, your mind will lock off the memory and shy away from anything that triggers it. Most humans get one teeny tiny headache and never think of it again. You weren’t that lucky.”
She sighs, pulling a face, and settles down again to stare around the room.
“This place is different. It’s…what did you do? Your mom showed me photos of your house and…why’s it different? Did you paint? Why did you change the carpet?” she asks, sitting up to look around again.
My eyes go to her large naked breasts, enjoying the way the weight bobs and juggles with her every breath, and it takes a slap to the thigh for me to stop slavering over her nipples before I answer.
“I wanted to give you a new home, something that is yours and yours alone,” I confess, my eye ticking when I look around at the pink carpet and girlie décor.
I was not impressed when Mom showed me Mika’s room, and it became apparent that her favorite color is pink, or that she favors frilly shit. Not my scene, but for her I will tolerate it and anyway.
It’s not as if I’ll be looking at the décor when we’re in bed and I can be fucking my mate.
Her lip trembles before she firms it, and I ignore the wet sheen of tears, knowing it would only embarrass her. Christ, if she gets weepy over something this small I don’t want to see what she’ll think of the new kitchen I installed last week after getting home from a double shift.
I was dead on my feet but determined to do what needed doing, and the result is a kitchen that is exactly like Logan’s with extra ovens, a bigger center island, and so much baking paraphernalia I had to install extra cabinets to keep it all in.
“That…is so sweet. No one has ever done something like this for me before,” she whispers, gazing at the vanity where I have every product she uses stocked, as well as a few extras that I would like for her to use.
Like that vanilla body oil that I saw in the store that is said will taste like creamy cookies. I’d love to have Mika wear nothing but that oil and a smile while I lick it from every part of her body.
Fuck, I can just imagine her breasts shining with the oil coating her p
ink nipples.
My dick goes hard as a pike just thinking about spending hours sucking on her breasts, but I try not to think about that because she’s now wringing her hands and glancing around as if too scared to believe it.
“Lenia, it’s just a small thing, nothing to get worked up about.”
“But, but it is!” she sniffles, swallowing loudly. “It’s so nice. And thoughtful and how am I supposed to divorce you in five months if you’re going to be sweet? What’s wrong with you? Are you determined to make this as hard for me as possible!”
I grin, praying to God it is this easy because I do not relish the thought of what will happen to me if she divorces me as she thinks she still wants to. Fuck.
For most males, if mated, divorce and separation of the bond is painful, and yeah, it takes a while to get over before they can stop hurting and move on. For a Fated, it is not possible.
Mika being a human can get past that even if we’re Fated. For me, it isn’t possible, and yeah, I will be fucked, there’s no other way for me to say it.
I hope to God she can love me again, enough to stay, because if not, I have taken a gamble with my own life.
“Lenia, I pray that you want to stay with me at the end of the trial period, but as I said, the choice is yours. I fucked up majorly when I was too stubborn to accept our mating; I won’t force my wants on you. All I can say is that I am sorry, and I hope to one day earn your trust and love again.”
“Shit.”
Chapter Nineteen
Meek
I gaze through the kitchen window, my mind a blank canvas as I take in the bare tree limbs and swaying branches while I wait for the oven timer to go off.
The house smells like a bakery, the sweet sugar and chocolate scent calming me in a way that I am desperate for today. I know for a fact that I can’t be pregnant and that my period is likely late, but waking up this morning with the flow missing when I am usually dead regular is unsettling.
I freaked out when Bear tried to make love to me first thing because I had an “in case” of emergency pad between my thighs and that would just have been embarrassing as hell.
He laughed his ass off when I told him to leave my vagina alone and let me have a break from his big dick and went off to work with his eyes still twinkling despite the dark circles from too many double shifts and the stress that is on every enforcer since the kidnapping.
I have yet to see Gretchen, but I have to accept that it has only been five days since the rescue and that she’s still in mourning and learning to look after a new baby.
It’ll happen soon. I hope.
For now, I am settling in or trying to, but it’s not easy. I came into this bargain thinking that I would just use Bear and toss him away, give him a taste of his own medicine, but the man is a bastard who plays dirty and has done nothing but make me want more.
When he’s not doing cute and totally adorable things like redecorating the whole house like I want it—no matter how tired he is—he’s making love to me so thoroughly that most nights I pass out from sheer bliss overload.
It’s…nice. And scary because instead of getting revenge on Bear, I find myself wanting to take more and keep it. Forever. I don’t see myself walking away from him when he comes home to find me napping on the couch and cooks dinner for me.
He does laundry, something that made Prissy pass out when I told her because apparently when Bear wasn’t with me, his house looked like a cross between bachelor pad and refuse dump.
He does dishes, rubs my feet, and goes down on me as if I am doing him a favor by letting him, and he never stops telling me how perfect I am to him. For a woman like me, who has spent four years pining for any sort of love and caring, it is a heady and tempting proposal to mate him for real and never let him go.
Jesus, the thought of losing the sex is enough to make me break out in a cold sweat, and trust me, if any woman ever had a man who could tie her to the bed and make her come by sucking on her nipples only, she’d know what I am talking about.
I find myself falling for him more and more, and it’s only been five days.
How am I going to hold out for five months? I have no idea, but what I do know is that I’m in trouble, deep, and that trouble is named Brandon Ignatious ‘Bear’ Silverton.
The phone rings, startling me out of my reverie, and I jump to answer it, my mouth curving at yet another part of his possessive charm that drives me crazy in more ways than one. He calls me constantly. Just to talk.
“Hello.”
“Hello, is this Miss Blithe?”
My smile drops at the sound of the female voice, and I firm my mouth against the need to cry.
“Speaking.”
“Ma’am, I am so sorry to bother you, but the director asked me to call and let you know that your last payment is being refunded.”
I blink, not quite hearing properly and frown when her words settle into my brain.
“What? But why? Look I know that it was late, but I told Stacey that I was in the hospital last week and—”
“Yes, Miss Blithe, and we were sorry to hear that and hope you’re healing and doing better, but that isn’t the issue. As Stacey should have explained to you ma’am, we only accept payments for a year in advance. Anything more than that goes against policy and makes our reconciliation very tricky. If you’re determined to pay so much up front, perhaps we could talk to the director and have her set up a sort of trust for your mother that the accountants can manage.”
I hear the words and still I can’t make sense of what the hell she’s saying. I just made a payment yesterday when it hit me that I missed it because I was in hospital.
Being out for a week without baking for Bess meant I was a little close to the wire with money, but I made it okay and even put in a little extra for late fees.
“Look, I think you’re mistaken. You must have the wrong account there. My mother is Lillian Blithe in room four oh two. I don’t pay up front because—no offense—but that place is pricier than it should be for its care. I paid the fee in full for this month and extra for the late fee. The account number is six seven one—”
“Yes, Miss Blithe I have it right here. Account number six seven one five one. Lillian Rose Blithe under the care of Doctor Taylor. It says here that a transfer of ten thousand was made last week and another five for extra therapy and water aerobics with the assistant therapists.” She cuts in impatiently, sending my mind spinning.
I’ve wanted to give mom those extras for a long time because the doctors think that it will stimulate her muscles and help with the formation of sores.
I haven’t been able to afford it though and—
“Ten grand! Are you telling me you have ten grand and another five? Paid last week when I was in the hospital?” I ask, just to be clear.
“Yes, ma’am. Your husband made it clear when he came by to see your mom that he wanted her to regain full mobility as soon as possible. He even got her to speak a little when he was here. The nurses were talking about it for days how that old woman blushed scarlet at his teasing.”
What the funkadunk?
I’m so speechless all I can manage is a hmm here and there before she lets me know that she’s sending my money back to my account. I ring off with my mouth hanging open and whirling, and it takes me a good hour and frosting cupcakes furiously before my mind calms and temper sets in.
That sneaky, unfair, totally sweet sonofabitch!
I should kill him.
Kiss him.
Something, I think, boxing the cakes while I consider what my life has become. For years I have been alone, just me with my troubles and sadness and all the emotional stuff that I can’t fight no matter how Holly tells me to be harder and colder.
And now I have a family who really wants me and smothers me with love, a best friend who doesn’t stop coming by for dinner, driving Bear crazy with his flirting, and a man who is bound and determined to win me over.
I haven’t forgotten his ass
hole attitude from before and I am well aware that Bear is capable of being a mean sonofabitch, but this is just…he’s taking all my troubles away and doing it in a way that doesn’t give me a choice.
The loss of choice finally sparks my anger, and I stomp my way through finishing up Bess’s order, my jaw clenched and aching while I get madder by the minute.
How dare he make this harder for me! How dare he be so sweet and thoughtful that I can’t be mean and go through with all my revenge sex and divorce plans?
What’s more, how dare he have the gall to do something that no one else has ever done for me and not use it to his advantage? That is just so considerate and unselfish it makes me furious for him and me and, dammit, I can’t understand what he wants from me.
The guy is not at all like I thought he was and that isn’t making me happy. Well, it is…but it’s infuriating too. He wants me, and I get that, and yes, the whole mated, Fated biology thing is not his fault, but I want to be wanted for me, not because his wolf instinct tells him to keep me and breed me.
“Hello! I’m letting myself in, don’t shoot.”
I grin at the sound of Barbie’s voice and scream when I look up to see Gretchen tiptoeing in behind her, her smile taking over her whole face.
“Come and say hello to your godson, and don’t you dare start crying because you’ll set me off and I don’t stop lately,” she warns, giggling when my lip trembles and I sniffle.
“But he’s so small,” I whisper, my hands shaking when she carefully hands the baby over and steps back, smiling through her tears.
“You wouldn’t have thought so if you’d had him rolling around inside you.”
I am spellbound by the little face staring up at me, Mick’s eyes so clear a blue it’s startling to behold. Shifter babies don’t have milky blue eyes so common in human babies but eyes already identifying them as belonging to a certain mate set.
“Oh God, Gretch, he’s so perfect. How do you ever sleep?” I ask, lowering myself slowly and carefully down to the couch.
“I haven’t really unless Flame threatens to knock me out with pills to get me to rest. It’s just been so…strange.” She sighs, sitting down beside Barbie who has her eyes glued to me and the baby, her face entranced.
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