Chapter Fifteen
Rain
I surprised myself when I straight out said, “Make me yours, Lux. I want to be yours. Mate me.”
I wasn’t shy or embarrassed. If anything, I was needy and clingy, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be his in all ways.
My body had instinctively known before the rest of me caught up that he was mine. It didn’t matter that we were so very different. Him being a fox and all.
He must have been taken aback by my fox key chain. In hindsight, maybe it was the perfect gift after all, instead of just some way of giving him the message that I appreciated what he’d done for me. Now, here I was being carried to his bed.
He picked me up like I was nothing. I didn’t know how much of his strength had to do with his line of work and how much with the fact that he was a shifter.
Whatever, there was something so sexy about a man who could toss you around a room without breaking a sweat.
Not that I’d want that, but that kind of power and strength… Yes, please.
“Are you sure? There’s no rush, Rain.”
“Yes,” I said as he sat me on the bed and went to his knees, pulling my socks off. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
“I need you to be sure.” He sat back on his heels, watching my face. I loved how my consent was so important to him.
“I am so beyond sure.”
He reached for my belt, fidgeting with it, trying to get it open. He was different this time…just as commanding but also more vulnerable. It was a heady combination.
“Hey,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. “Are you sure?”
Consent went both ways.
“I’ve been sure since the moment I scented you.”
“You hadn’t even seen me yet.”
He’d told me about that day he was at the motel and scented me even though I was already out.
“I didn’t need to see you. My fox recognized my mate—recognized you as mine. I’d been waiting for you all my life.”
“Why do you look so nervous?”
“Because… I don’t know how to explain this. It’s not nerves. It’s… I’m so excited that my body’s not doing everything I tell it to. Opening your belt shouldn’t be this difficult.”
“Want me to help you, alpha mine?” I didn’t care how we got naked, as long as we did.
“Say that again,” he whispered.
“Want me to help you?”
“No, the other part.”
“Alpha mine.”
“You. Are. Perfect.”
Hardly, but this wasn’t a time for arguing about silly things like that.
He continued to try and get my belt open. It was official; I was never wearing one again.
“No, omega mine. Let me do all the work. Let me take care of you. You were the smart one last time. You recognized me, even without a beast telling you. And I think you need a little reward.”
“Can I have a cookie?”
“You want me to stop and bake cookies now?” He looked so perplexed but then started to rise. Talk about a joke backfiring.
I grabbed his wrist. “No, please don’t go anywhere.”
His hand came around the back of my head, pulling me to him for a deep kiss.
His other hand masterfully worked my belt.
He’d overcome whatever that was because a one-handed belt opening was not easy.
He continued to kiss me as he unzipped my pants and then had us both stand.
Our mouths were still moving in rhythm, tasting, exploring, until I couldn’t deny any further that we needed to separate long enough for my pants to get below my knees.
I took over, this process taking too much time. I needed to be naked with him inside me and now. I threw my shirt on the floor and kicked off my pants. “Now, I get to unwrap you.” I pulled his shirt up and over his head and then kissed along his collarbone.
“I love it,” he growled, but he pulled away, frowning. Oh. He had freaking button-fly jeans on. Those things needed to be illegal. As sexy as they were, they got in the way.
One, two, three—the buttons were open and his jeans fell to the floor, leaving him in his boxer briefs. I stood back to admire the view as he stepped out of his denim.
“Like what you see, omega?”
“You have no freaking idea. Take them off.” I was getting bossy.
He didn’t seem to mind, slowly pulling his boxer briefs down until his cock was set free. Then he turned and bent down, taking them with him all the way to the carpet, giving me the perfect view of his sexy ass.
As much as I hated to admit it, the guys at the motel had been right—it was delicious. I couldn’t help myself, leaning over and giving it a nibble.
“Be careful. You don’t want to leave a mate mark on my ass.”
“Why is that?” Now that it was out there, I was kinda loving the idea.
“Because then I’ll have to proudly show it to everyone.”
And suddenly it was the worst idea ever. I snapped right back up. I did not want to leave a mating mark on his ass if it meant others would get to ogle it. That ass was mine.
Clothing finally removed, we were back to kissing, only this time, we moved as we kissed, falling onto the bed.
My mate hovered over me as he licked my neck, our cocks brushing together.
I moved. I wanted more, but he stole all of my words with his lips, everything feeling too good.
I traced the lines of his shoulder muscles with the tips of my fingers as he moved from one side of my neck to the other.
Slick trickled down. I thought I’d been worked up the first time, desperate and needy, but it had nothing on this. I was so ready. I pushed up, seeking some friction between our bodies.
That must have been all the hint he needed because he lifted his head, meeting my eyes. His changed.
“Whoa, whoa. I think I see your fox.” His eyes were gorgeous, even if not his own.
“Oh, you are. He’s so ready to give you what you want, omega. So ready.”
“Then get inside me already. I need to feel you.”
He lined himself up. “Are you sure?”
“I can’t wait anymore.”
Slowly, he pushed inside me. Slowly, slowly, slowly, until we were connected. I hooked my legs around him, needing him to stay there. “Kiss me, alpha,” I breathed, and he did.
He moved at a freaking snail’s pace, but when my hips moved, his speed increased and his thrusts became harder until we hit a rhythm that did things to me. I met him with each move, and my orgasm barreled toward me so quickly.
Part of me wanted to slow it way down, to savor this, but the desire to be knotted to him, connected to him in that way, I wasn’t willing to wait longer. It wasn’t like we couldn’t go back and do it all over again and again and again.
We had our entire lifetimes to do so.
“Touch me, alpha. Make me come.”
He pushed up enough to reach between us, his hand finding my hard length and moving in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take long before his hand was coated with my cum and his name was torn from my lips.
He stilled, his knot beginning to form. Then he leaned forward, teeth sinking into my shoulder.
The sting and burn were quickly replaced by a feeling of completeness I didn’t know was possible.
I now understood what he meant when he said I was home because, right there in his arms, for the first time in my entire life, I was home.