Chapter 46 Maverick
Maverick
Fuck, the goddess had gifted me the most exquisite mate in the entire realm. Raven was stunning, with a tiny waist and gently flared hips. An ass a bear could sink his teeth into, and tits plenty big enough for my mouth.
She was perfection. And the perfect antidote for my sadness.
When I was a cub, Seamus promised that one day, if I was lucky enough to meet my soul-bonded mate, my life would irrevocably change. He said everything would look brighter, feel warmer, and I’d wonder how I lived in a gloomy world before I found the other half of my soul.
Back then, I’d accused him of exaggerating. I had accused him of teasing me, like he loved to do before the alcohol destroyed the essence of him. But now I knew. Seamus had not been exaggerating at all. If anything, he’d understated the realization that nothing would ever be the same again.
The thought of life without my mate was not just intolerable; it would destroy me. If someone took Raven from me, they would die. I knew it like I knew the sun rose in the morning.
The mages could spout their supremacist bullshit all they wanted. I wasn’t afraid of them or their enforcers. Yes, they had magic, but I had a few tricks up my sleeve too. And also friends who’d have my back if needed.
“My mate is perfect,” I told the little witch. She flushed right on cue, like this was the first time ever she’d received a compliment.
“I’m not perfect,” she scoffed. “I have a scar here…” She pointed to a tiny little silver mark on her hip, so I leaned in and licked it. “And here,” she said in a husky voice, directing my attention to a more jagged mark on her thigh.
So I licked and kissed that one too, while inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal.
“How about here?” I asked, moving up her body and nuzzling her hard nipples with my teeth. She whimpered softly when I pulled her bra cups down and latched onto first one nipple, and then the other.
“Stars, yes!” Her needy cry echoed around my bedroom, and my bear preened with masculine satisfaction, pleased we were giving our mate such pleasure.
“Does my mate need more?” I hoped so because my cock was ready to explode.
“Yes! Please, bear, I need you!”
Her desperate plea was all it took for the thin thread of my self-control to snap.
I tore away her plain cotton panties and buried my face in her sweet pussy.
She tasted like the best meal I’d ever had, bar none.
The more I licked and sucked her, the more she writhed under me.
When she finally fell apart, I lapped her release until she whined and tried to push me away.
“Too sensitive!”
My cock was fit to burst. If I didn’t get inside her right this minute, I’d make a fucking mess all over her and my bed. Something I’d not done since being a juvenile.
Raven watched through thick lashes as I quickly stripped off my shorts. Her little gasp at the sight of my angry, weeping cock pleased my bear. He loved that our mate appreciated our body.
“Did that really fit inside me?” she whispered. I suspected she intended to think, not say the words, which her fiery blush confirmed less than a second later.
“Little mate, the goddess designed you for me, so yes, it fit. And you’ll love every fucking moment of me being inside your sweet little cunt.”
Her blush deepened. I moved over her and threaded a hunk of dark hair through my fingers before settling between her thighs.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.” She was so wet from coming already that I slid inside her without resistance. It wasn’t until I got halfway in that she tensed up. “Relax, my perfect mate. You can take me.”
“It feels so tight,” she whimpered.
I reached down with my other hand and circled her clit with my thumb. A little pressure and she was soon moaning. With each caress, her body accepted more of me, until I was fully inside her.
Goddess, it took everything in me not to come. The heat of her. How fucking tightly she squeezed my cock.
I sucked in a deep, slow breath while counting back from a hundred. When I reopened my eyes, she stared up at me like I’d hung the moon for her.
“Please…move,” she pleaded, while digging her nails into my back. My bear roared inside me, loving the bite of pain she gave us. I fought against his desire to rut into our mate like the animal we were. She was too inexperienced. Too delicate. I couldn’t stand the idea of hurting her.
“I won’t break,” she told me, reading my mind.
“You’re not as resilient as a shifter,” I grunted before sliding out a few inches and then thrusting back in.
Her soft moan tightened the tether in my chest. Heat flared between us as the air crackled with magic.
“I am plenty resilient, bear; I’m your mate!” The sharp rebuke in her tone lit a rocket under my ass. Any remaining control I had shattered. My bear needed to claim her, remind her who her mate was. Cover her in our scent so all the other males knew she belonged to us.
“You are my mate, little witch,” I growled while pounding into her. She cried out when I lifted her legs over my shoulder and spread her wide. With every powerful thrust, her pussy squeezed me tighter until I couldn’t last any longer. “Now be a good little witch and come for me!”
She fell apart under me, milking my cock so hard it triggered my orgasm. The room whited out as I came hard and long, pumping my mate full of my seed. When my dick finally stopped twitching, I rolled to the side, pulling her into my arms.
My release trickled out of her pussy, soaking the sheet. She moaned a little when I scooped it up and pushed it back inside her while picturing her belly swollen with my cubs.
I grew hard again at the idea of breeding my mate. Unlike the wolves, bears rarely had more than two cubs. We were not as fertile, sadly.
“Cubs? Really?” Raven looked vaguely horrified at the idea of giving birth to bear cubs. I snorted with laughter.
“Babies. Shifters don’t meet their animals until they’re around ten. Sometimes older, depending on the species. Don’t worry, little witch, our babies will be actual babies, not furry little bear cubs.”
“Thank the stars,” she said. “I love cute furry animals, but I don’t like the idea of giving birth to one!”
I kissed her damp forehead while willing my cock to stand down. My mate needed a nap before I fucked her again. Even if she protested otherwise, she wasn’t as resilient as a shifter female. I needed to take care of her.
“Let me go run you a bath,” I said.
“Thank you.” She yawned and curled up on her side while I hopped out of bed. The sadness of Seamus’s death still lingered at the edge of my mind, but being with my mate stopped me from spiraling.
Anger dimmed my contentment for a moment. When I found out who was responsible for the feral shifter disease, I would rip them to pieces. No way was it a naturally occurring mutation. Not coming so soon after the bloodborne virus that killed off the vampires.
Boon thought the mages had a hand in both events, and I agreed with him. Those power-hungry bastards were behind most of the bad things in our world.