Up to that point, she’d been a passive participant, letting him do everything while she reaped the rewards. No longer content with that, Zoe clinched her muscles tight and pushed back against him. He left out an answering growl that sounded more animal than human. When he leaned over her back, still deep inside her, and she felt his hot breath on her neck, she tensed in anticipation of pain.
But when his teeth closed on her skin, piercing it lightly, just as he thrust into her one last time, there was no pain. It was as if the mark on her neck was directly linked to their joined bodies. Pleasure exploded within her. A flood of heat and joy filled her body as he shuddered against her.
Zoe shivered, as much from the lingering pleasure as from the magnitude of her feelings. When he’d said the mating bite was a ritual that would link them together, she hadn’t known what that would truly feel like, to be connected to another person at such a primal level. She was completely attuned to what he was feeling, to the pleasure that still coursed through his body, and to the masculine satisfaction he felt at having left her a listless, shuddering heap on the bed. There was also a possessiveness there—not in the jealous sense, but in the cherished one. She was precious to him in a way that defied description. When he’d told her he would never be unfaithful, never hurt her in anyway, she had believed him. But she hadn’t understood why. It was as if their mating had provided a window into one another’s soul. She trusted him because she knew him, inside and out, and because she would never in all of their lives together, have to question where she stood with him.
When she could finally speak again, Zoe said, “This doesn’t get you off the hook entirely. You know that, right?”
“What hook is that?” he asked, as he settled onto the bed beside her and began drawing slow, lazy circles over the curve of her hip.
“This mystical bear mating, bite mark stuff is great… But I still want to get married,” she said firmly.
“Okay.”
“I want the big, poufy cupcake dress and seventeen bridesmaids.”
“Okay,” he said, and never bothered to open his eyes.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re just humoring me, aren’t you?”
He looked at her then, his ridiculously long lashes fluttering upward as he smiled. “No. I’m not. If I had the power to give you all that right now, I would. You want a big wedding, we’ll have a big wedding. You want to get married at the courthouse, we’ll get married at the courthouse. As long as I’m spending the rest of my life with you, Zoe, I couldn’t care less.”
She laid her head over on his chest. “Maybe the courthouse wouldn’t be so bad. I know I’m your mate. But I really want to be your wife.”
“Then we’ll go tomorrow,” he said. “Now, lie here and be quiet for about ten minutes. Then we’ll get started on the honeymoon.”
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