Chapter 46 #2
He pauses after getting partly inside, because I’m pulling air in through tight teeth. Fuck, does it burn. It burns like nothing I’ve ever felt as I’m split open.
I grip him while holding my breath.
“Breathe, beautiful,” he coaxes.
And I exhale slowly, trying to breathe through the pain. And he does it with me, encouragingly, for a minute.
“I love you, too, Bailey. You feel absolutely perfect,” he tells me as he goes a little deeper.
This is Jason Creed. The love of my life. And the look of ecstasy on his face as he finally hits the bottom of me makes the burn transcend into beauty.
I’m his.
A tear rolls down my face.
His. I belong to Jason.
I've been his all my life, since my earliest coherent cravings. I gravitated toward him; his pull was that strong.
But now in addition to him claiming me as his, I get to call him mine.
“You okay?” he asks, caressing my face.
I nod a little, but I hope he can see that I’m better than okay. So much better than that.
“Damn, you feel so fucking right,” he says.
And then the pain is back. Okay, so I was wrong. He wasn’t all the way in before, but now he’s gliding the rest of the way.
This look aimed at me is new. Elation surges through me as I realize that this new expression on Jase’s face is just mine.
I have never seen it aimed at anyone else.
Not in public and I somehow know for a fact that Jase has never looked at anybody else this way.
This exquisite expression of love and adoration is mine. Just mine.
Yes, I’m his.
And he is absolutely mine.
I run my hands up and down his arms, hoping to show him with my actions that I’m okay.
He pulls back, almost all the way out, eyes coasting over my face to assess my wellbeing before he drives his hips forward, groaning, closing his eyes, mouth dropping open in the sexiest expression.
I grab his shoulders and heat envelopes me as Jase’s mouth descends upon mine, his tongue dipping inside as his erection hits a beautiful, never-before-touched bundle of nerves inside me.
“Oh!” I breathe. That feels incredible.
He moans and snaps his hips, rotating a little, making it feel like nerve endings I’ve only read about in the sauciest books I read are being born.
The pinching burn is still there, but there’s pleasure blended with it, too.
“Holy smokes,” I pant into his mouth.
“You ain’t felt nothin’ yet, soulmate,” he says against my lips, his elbow digging in beside my shoulder while his other hand cradles my jaw.
Sensations swirl through me as he moves in and out, slowly, over and over, ecstasy engraved into his features, his thumb caressing my cheekbone while he holds my jaw and my gaze.
The sensations between my legs climbs, higher and higher, making me pant and moan.
I’m holding his wrist with one hand, clenching the bedding and some rose petals with the other, feeling euphoric.
He looks sexier than ever as he takes me with his muscles rippling, his face overtaken with expressions of pleasure.
And my pain has subsided to the degree I think I’m ready for him to be less gentle.
At that thought, the fullness goes from insanely full to splitting me in two.
I jolt and we cry out at the same time.
I’m lost somewhere between pleasure and intense pain, when I realize what’s happening. I’m staring into Jase’s eyes while he has his very first knot.
And it’s vibrating. Jase’s knot vibrations are rattling every erogenous zone I have.
And his eyes glow brighter with that amber tint as he breathes heavily, eyes devouring my face.
I catch a flash of a smile with a hint of dimples and just as I have the thought that his canine teeth look larger, his mouth moves to my earlobe, and he kisses his way down the left side of my neck while cradling my jaw on the other side.
One second, I’m luxuriating in all I’m feeling including the fact that Jason Creed is kissing my neck while stroking my face, but then he rumbles, “Mine.”
And it’s immediately followed by pain.
Oh shit… the pain… so much pain…
He’s sunk his teeth into my neck and I can’t help it, I’m screaming.
He’s marking me.
Jase is claiming, marking, and knotting me.
This is really happening.
He’s groaning while biting me. Something has changed inside me and not just a little. This is fundamental. Massive. It’s done. We’re connected. The switch has flipped. Mated for life. I belong to Jase. He belongs to me.
I’m weeping with joy. I’m in utter bliss.
I feel how happy he is, how much he wants me.
I feel something else, too, something…I don’t know…
wait, I think it’s his wolf. I can feel the wildness inside him and it’s reaching for me, wrapping itself around me from the inside. This is even better than I dreamed of.
My arms and legs are all wrapped around Jase’s strong body that’s still knotting me as he keeps hold of my neck in his mouth.
I’m crying out, sobbing, zero control of my faculties, and I’ll probably lose my voice before I get a chance to bellow to the moon as loud as an alpha’s howl that an alpha’s knot is, hands down, without a doubt, the best invention of all motherfucking time!
It’s like my bullet is deep inside me and a hundred times stronger. My vision blurs. I rip my glasses off and toss them, feeling heat.
Heat. So much heat inside me. He’s coming, I think.
Oh, definitely. He sure is…
And Jason Creed, my mate, is the most handsome male I’ve ever set eyes on, but he hits a new level of hot while he comes.
Because he’s doing it, holding my gaze, showing me how good it feels for him, showing me who I now am to him.
Nothing guarded. Nothing hidden. Pure love emanates both from his gaze as well as in my chest and I know he feels what I feel.
He pulls out of me, hot wetness spilling out with him, and before I can form another coherent thought, he’s maneuvering me onto my stomach, then sliding back inside me from behind with a growl so feral, so meaningful, that I know it’s Jason’s wolf telling me I’m his, too.
The fullness is quickly back, more vibrations rippling through me.
“Oh fucking, yes! Holy, wow, wow, mother of… ah!” I practically scream into the pillow.
I hear a horn blaring and now I’m spitting out a rose petal.
This feels so incredible. There’s so much wetness between us, it’s audible. And I have goosebumps all over me.
Another horn sound. More than one horn. There are multiple horns blaring outside and now I hear wolf whistles and … wait… wolves howling. More horns. Traffic sounds. Cheering.
And a young wolf howling that sounds much closer than the others. Like it’s in the room with us.
“What the heck?” I ask, eyes darting around, nostrils flaring.
But Jase is too busy fucking me to answer. The knot released again and he’s spearing me with that delicious instrument hard and fast, like he has a point to prove. I hear his flesh hitting mine. I hear him grunting with effort, also groaning with sensation.
I smell no one but us and that other noise is forgotten as his hand slides over my hip and snakes between my legs. Now he’s rubbing little circles around my clit while he continues to fuck me from behind, mouth on my neck.
“Mm. Oh my goodness, that’s…” I start to tell him, but I don’t have a way to finish that sentence because his mouth is closing around the mate mark.
He sucks hard, shuttling those sensations to heights beyond description.
My limbs tremble while my back arches so profoundly it feels like my spine should snap, but it’s not pain I’m feeling.
It’s immensely opposite to pain. Sensations are amplified in every direction.
And I’m beyond elated. He’s sucking on my mate mark.
I have a mate mark. I can’t wait to see it!
But I’ll have to wait. Because he’s knotting me again, groaning out, “Bailey, baby…”
The noise subsides outside and I feel tears of joy spilling as I know that our loved ones showed up because Jase’s mating scent is in the air – the best scent I’ve ever smelled – and they’re happy for us, so happy they came by to let us know they approve, with a parade of horns blaring while they cheered us.
Because Jase’s scent has announced it to the world – I’m his.
I have never been so happy.