Chapter 23
Wayne
Making Bianca think I’d forgotten her birthday hadn’t been easy. She’d mentioned it a dozen times in the two weeks of March leading up to it.
We’d moved in together last month, and her friend Liza had taken over her lease. Bianca was there now, at Liza’s. Bee rented the guest room from Liza. She said it made her more productive to have an actual studio and office to go to, rather than setting one up at home.
I would’ve built her a studio with my bare hands if that was what she’d wanted.
My last therapy session had worked out to be on her birthday. I’d agreed with my therapist to come once a month just to keep in touch, but my weekly sessions were done.
I was officially pronounced healed and well.
And I couldn’t wait to tell Bee.
While she was at work, I’d decorated our bedroom, cooked, and gotten everything ready for the perfect night together.
As if I could forget her birthday. She meant everything to me.
I’d never forget something so important.
Liza had texted me off and on all day, updating me on Bee’s mood and their conversation.
Bee had convinced herself that I’d forgotten and that she’d be supremely disappointed.
I’d even gotten her parents in on it, having them invite her over this weekend for a birthday dinner instead of on the day itself.
Kind of mean of me, maybe. But it made the surprise all the much better.
Her gift waited, wrapped perfectly by my sister earlier today, on the table on her place setting.
And now she was on her way home, and according to Liza, Bee was pretty pissed off.
Oh, hell, yes, she was. I felt her irritation and hurt before she even opened the front door. I’d put balloons, candles, and roses all over the living room, so that the moment she walked in, she’d know that I hadn’t forgotten.
I stood in the doorway from the living room to the kitchen with my hands clasped behind my back. As soon as she opened the door, my heart swelled, filling with affection for the woman I loved. “You should’ve known better than to think I’d forget your birthday,” I whispered.
“Oh, Wayne,” Bee cried. She launched herself across the room, dropping her purse and the bag she carried.
I had to fight not to laugh as she plowed into me. “You sneaky bastard,” she said into my neck as she clung tightly to me.
Taking her hand, I led Bee into the kitchen and pulled out her chair. “I have two surprises,” I said.
She nodded eagerly as I walked around and sat across from her. “The first is that I finished therapy today.”
Squealing, Bee launched from her seat and straddled me, once again hugging me tight. “I’m so proud of you,” she said.
Several kisses and one hard dick later, I managed to get her back to her chair. “Open your gift.”
I’d commissioned a bracelet made out of chocolate diamonds to match her engagement ring. “Happy birthday, my love.”
She gasped and her brow wrinkled as she stared across the table at me. “I think our food is going to get cold again.” Standing, she walked slowly toward me again, unbuttoning her top on the way. “It’s time,” she whispered. “Claim me.”
Thank goodness she’d come to that realization on her own, because that had been my plan all along.
“You’re damn right,” I growled.
She shrieked as I grabbed her, running upstairs to our room with her flung over my shoulder like a primitive caveman.
Smacking my ass, she giggled the whole way.
I set her down at the foot of the bed and her face instantly morphed from elation to awe.
Candles covered every flat surface, rose petals were scattered across the bed and the floor, and soft music started playing from the phone I’d pulled from my pocket.
“You did all this for me?”
I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I thought this big occasion called for it. Do you like it?”
Bee finished unbuttoning her shirt, dropping it to the floor. “It’s perfect, Wayne. Just like you.”
Slowly lifting her undershirt, I tossed it aside, careful not to throw it on the flickering flames.
“One thing I learned about myself is that the only constant I’ve had in my life lately has been how much I love you.
” I slid my fingers into her silky locks, pressing my lips to her briefly.
“Will you continue to be my constant, Bianca? Will you be mine?”
She blinked back tears. “For as long as you can stand me.”
There was no explosive heat in this kiss.
It was a slow, simmering warmth to match the mood of the room.
Her fingertips blazed a trail up my stomach, static following in their wake as she removed my shirt.
I smoothed my hands over her ass, grabbing it and pressing her against my hard-on.
Much as I wanted the urgency that normally came with everything that was us, the bite wasn’t a moment I wanted to rush in any way.
Bianca freed my dick and started to kneel, but I grabbed her arms. “This is your birthday,” I reminded her. “I’m the one that should be pleasing you.”
“It’s my birthday, so I get to do what I want,” she replied.
My length disappeared in her mouth and I reached for the wall behind me for support.
Fuck, she didn’t realize in how many ways she was amazing.
But I needed her to reach her orgasm before I bit her, to help with any discomfort.
My tattoo throbbed in time with her bobbing head and I fought to keep my hips still.
Damn, but she knew what she was doing in more ways than one.
Her tongue circled the ridge around my head before she swallowed it again, tip touching the back of her throat.
Her grip was firm, and a familiar tension started coiling in the pit of my stomach too soon.
I didn’t want to rush, but I needed her.
I tugged on her hair lightly, pulling her free from my dick, simultaneously mourning her loss and grateful she hadn’t fought.
She rose, a smile playing around the corner of her lips, and I popped the button on her jeans, yanking them down.
Before she could react, I looped my arms behind her knees, lifting her and tossing her on the bed in a puff of rose petals, then plunged my tongue between her legs.
Her response was instantaneous, back arching off the bed, knees spreading for me.
I finished tugging her pants off her ankles and her legs spread wider, offering no resistance to my attention.
Pain seared through my tattoo as I flicked my tongue across her silky wet entrance.
The thought, knowing I was about to finally claim the woman I loved, made me as giddy as a lovesick teenager.
I was ready to make her mine, but she wasn’t quite there yet.
Almost.
I dipped my tongue into her entrance and used my thumb to keep pressure on her clit.
She gasped harshly, pushing against my mouth.
The taste of her—her skin, her sweat, her pussy—was more addictive than any drug.
Watching her writhe in ecstasy because of me came very close, though.
I pinched her clit between my thumb and finger, stroking it, and her hips surged up.
“Fuck, Wayne!” she hissed breathlessly. “Ah, fuck!”
Almost.
Her clit throbbed between my fingers and I continued thrusting my tongue into her slit.
With my other hand, I wiggled my way between her cheeks and pressed a finger to her asshole, applying just the barest amount of pressure without entering.
She surged against me again with a strangled gasp.
So much stimulation would put her on the brink for me to take.
I pulled my tongue free long enough to ask, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, please!”
I grabbed her hand and brought it down to her folds.
She didn’t hesitate to continue where I’d left off and I stood, sliding my dick along her wet entrance.
I slid in easily, she was so wet and ready for me, and I scooted her back on the bed so I could hold her close.
My stomach tightened in anticipation, not entirely knowing what came next but trusting my instincts to guide me.
Bianca wrapped her legs around me, tilting her head to the side. Her half-lidded hazel eyes watched me as I got into an easy rhythm, building her back up slowly. My hand tangled in her hair, mouth covering hers. Our breath mingled, her whimpers of pleasure coming in pants as I picked up speed.
Her muscles clenched and unclenched, hips working with mine. Fingers still worked on her clit between us, and her free hand trailed over my tattoo before settling around my neck. Her eyes squeezed shut, head tilting back, and I unconsciously started thrusting harder, faster.
A tingling feeling spread up my spine and into my tattoo. I pushed my nose into the hair at her temple. “I love you.”
Her mouth formed the words, but she couldn’t get her breath behind her voice. I skimmed my nose down her jaw and the column of her throat, setting my teeth to her sweet skin. Her fingers threaded into my hair, holding me close, encouraging me, bracing herself.
When my teeth punctured her soft flesh, the world around us crystallized.
Heat built up rapidly in my chest and funneled into my tattoo, and I felt our bond snap into something solid.
At the same time, I felt the intensity of her orgasm as if it were my own, maybe even triggering mine.
All the breath rushed from my lungs, head swimming, and I let go of everything.
My mate had been claimed. The world had been righted.
I lifted my head to see that Bianca was winded and flushed, her grip tightening around me. She blinked dreamily up at the ceiling and I brushed a petal out of her hair. Her gaze snapped to mine, and she grinned.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
She pulled my face close for another kiss. “I love you, mate.”