Chapter 54 #2
I grab her face and stare into her eyes, letting her see just how fucking pissed I am. The backs of my fingers caress where those gouges marred her face.
She puts both palms to my cheeks, fingers feathering into my hair.
“I’m okay,” she says.
She sees how I feel but she also feels the fury inside me. The fury, the emotion, the need to know she’s okay. This mate connection is a gift I never realized would mean so fucking much.
I don’t need to say a thing because Bailey knows. She says she’s okay, but I’m not okay. Not by a longshot.
I know what I need right now. Physical connection. The life-affirming kind.
I lift her and kiss her all the way to our bed.
It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s a bruising, demanding claiming of her mouth by mine.
My tongue plunders her mouth as I shred the sundress she’s wearing, baring her apple and cinnamon scented skin.
I snap that bra’s clasp and it’s gone. She arches, offering her breasts to me.
I feast on them while also ripping her silky underwear.
I put them to my nose and growl before I lick the strip of cotton that’s coated with Bailey’s arousal. Bailey’s arousal for me.
Driving two fingers into her tight heat and crooking them, I bask in the fact that I’m making her body buck with sensation. I suck her nipples hard, one after the other while gently squeezing over and over, milking that g-spot.
“J-Jason,” she cries out and she’s not asking me to do less.
“I need to rut you, Bailey. Gotta fuck this rage out.”
“Do it,” she invites. “I’m yours.”
I hope she’s ready and willing to give me all I need. She loves me so much she believes she’s willing to give me everything, willing to let me take what I need, but I hope my current level of need doesn’t scare her.
It has to go somewhere. I can’t run it off, hunt it off. I can’t let her out of my sight right now. Can’t. Won’t. I’ll need to bleed this aggression out in a carnal way.
“Don’t you hold this against me, okay? It’s gonna be rough.”
“Give it to me, Jase… Take what you need.”
I free my dick and drive it inside her perfect body, a body that was made for me. She clamps around me and immediately her walls are milking me hard.
Fuck, yes. This. This is what I need.
Gasping, she wraps her legs around my thighs while I jackhammer into her repeatedly until my knot takes over.
“I love you so fucking much, Bailey.”
Bailey’s palms roam my shoulders, my neck, my back. She can’t say it back because she’s crying out between kissing me, sucking on my earlobe, biting my throat, wanting to mark me, too. She pants and now her nails dig into my back before she shudders through a climax.
She’s made of passion right now; I’m made of violence.
I roar out a primal noise until my voice goes hoarse, absorbing all these sensations. Fucking incredible.
She grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks hard as she comes with so much gusto I know she feels like it’s too much.
But it isn’t. Now she’s trying to get me to stop, too overcome with sensation to voice it, but I feel it from her.
And no. Not a fucking chance. I can’t stop.
This is perfection. Better than running and hunting.
Better than ripping flesh from bone. I relish the sting as she pulls my hair harder while I suck on her mate mark, my knot spinning with purpose for us both, ramping up her sounds until she screams.
I switch positions, turning us so she’s on top.
She’s gone limp long before my knot fully slows, body occasionally bucking with the continued sensations I’m giving her as tears stream down her cheeks, landing on my skin, seeping into me.
When my knot lets go, I’m still hard. The evidence of my need leaks from her sweet heat as I turn her to her belly, grab her by her hips and drag her to the bottom of the bed, kicking the bench away so I can stand at the foot and drive into her from behind.
My hips move with purpose, driving forward over and over while I take in the sight of her sweet ass, all that shiny, fragrant hair fanned out on the sheets. My teeth sink into my lower lip while I watch my body penetrate hers, reveling in the sight of her beautiful pussy taking every inch of me.
Sensation slams through me, making me groan.
She grips those sheets in her fists, trembling while crying out some more through me slamming home over and over while the dam inside me crumbles. There’s no sign of fear or discomfort in our connection. My sweet mate loves every second of this. She loves me.
I slap her sweet ass and grab one cheek, pressing my thumb against her asshole. Penetrating just a little. She cries out my name, cries out her love for me.
She’s mine.
Mine to protect. To nurture. To make a family with. A family I’ll need to protect and nurture, too. I was afraid of the fear I’d feel when I mated, fear I’d have about protecting a mate as well as my children. But I’m ready for that. Ready to protect them.
And I’m also beyond prepared to fucking annihilate absolutely anything that threatens the beautiful future Fate’s given me.