Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Maisy
Matthias’ eyes glow electric blue. His fangs look long and sharp and deliciously dangerous.
“Last chance to run,” he warns as he yanks my sweater off over my head. I toe off the boots I am still wearing, trying to aid him in his endeavor to get me naked.
“I’m not running.”
He unhooks my bra. “I won’t be gentle.”
“Bring it, Bear Daddy.”
He arches a decidedly dommy brow. “Am I your bear daddy?” He strips off my jeans and panties.
I flush. “That’s what I call you in my head.”
His grin is feral. “I like it.” He lifts his chin toward the fireplace. “Now, crawl.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he wants, but then I scramble up onto all fours. He gives my ass a sharp slap. “Over to the rug by the fire where I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
Fuck me…senseless. Sounds like a plan to me!
As I crawl to the fireplace, he rumbles his approval and gives the coffee table and sofa a hard shove back, clearing the floor for us. He grabs one of the pillows from the sofa and sets it beside me.
I wait on all fours on the rug by the fire. “What did the flame say to his buddies after he fell in love?”
“Hmm.” Matthias’ large hands settle on my waist, and he lets out another bear rumble of approval. “What?”
I twist to look over my shoulder at him. “I found my perfect match!”
He throws back his head and lets out a laugh.
I love in control, doctor-dommy Matthias, but seeing him happy and free like this? I fall in love all over again. Hard.
He strokes his palms all over my body–up and down my sides, around my ass, cupping my breasts. “I love you, Maisy,” he murmurs.
I let his words soak in. The ones I needed to hear back in Vegas, instead of, “it’s just biology.”
“Claim me.”
His bear growls. He slaps my ass. “You’re making it hard for me to stay in control.”
“Claim me,” I repeat. I want this. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Matthias is my mate. He’s right–I’ve known it for as long as he has.
He continues to slap my ass, alternating right and left cheeks, exciting me with the spanking. With his dominance.
I instantly get wet. Thank you, Bear Daddy.
Now that we’ve established that I’m his equal, I’m more than happy to let him lead. Especially in bed.
Or on my knees on the floor in front of the fire, as it may be.
He strokes between my legs, and I moan softly at the touch. “Put the pillow under your chest, beautiful.”
I obey, putting the pillow under my breasts, so I’m now in a form of “puppy pose” with my ass higher than my chest.
Matthias curses. “You are so hot, Maisy.” He slaps my ass again, a little harder this time. “How will I ever let you out of the bedroom?” He strokes his palm around my ass.
I let out a puff of laughter. “You don’t have to.”
“Careful, beautiful,” he rumbles. “I might take you up on that.”
“Take me now, Bear Daddy.”
“Maisy…” He groans as he rubs the head of his cock through my juices. “I’m going to fuck you day and night.”
He eases into me. The angle is delicious–his cock goes in deep. I feel objectified. Beautiful. He pulls back and pushes back in, going slowly. Letting me get used to his size.
When he brings the pad of his finger in front of my hips to circle over my clit, I moan my appreciation.
“Fuck, Maisy.” He grips my waist with bruising force. He pushes in harder. “Fuck.” He starts to gain speed with his thrusts. “I wanted to take my time with you, but I…”
“Claim me,” I repeat.
I so want this. All the rough, kinky sex he thought I wasn’t ready for.
“Maisy…Maisy. Maisy–”
He’s losing control, and I love it. I love that I’m the one who makes him lose control.
“Give it to me, Bear Daddy,” I tease.
He growls, pounding into me now.
It’s too much, but I love it. Turns out, I like a bit of pain as much as he likes delivering it. I found my perfect match.
I laugh to myself at the dumb dad joke because now it’s about me. About us.
“Maisy…Maisy, fuck.”
Matthias releases my hip with one hand to rub my clit again. This time, it’s enough to send me over. I shriek as my internal muscles start pulsing in a fast, hard release.
Matthias lets out a bear snarl and shoves deep, coming inside me. His growl sends chills up my spine. He would never hurt me, so the fear turns to a thrill. There’s a beast at my back, and I belong to him.
Then his arm is around me, holding me fast. For a moment he presses his lips to the muscle between my neck and shoulder. He growls again, and I get that he’s asking me.
“Do it,” I whisper.
He clamps onto my neck so fast, I don’t feel anything for a moment. His lips are fastened on my skin. My muscle cramps–his fangs are deep in my skin.
“Mine,” he growls. Pain flares through me, and I collapse. Only his arm holds me up.
But my smile is huge, stretching my face. He did it. I’m claimed.
He licks my skin, lapping up blood, I realize. His growl is more of a purr. My body is boneless in the aftermath of his bite and my orgasm. I’m floating, weightless in his hold.
He turns me over and licks my face. Licking up my tears.
“Wife.” The concerned note in his voice makes me blink at him. He’s searching my face. His own expression is the familiar Dr. Hunk one I know and love—calm and in control. “You okay?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“You’re high on neurochemicals.” He chuckles and lifts me into his arms. “I should've done this on the bed.”
“No.” My knees are red from taking his weight. Still. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I touch his lips, inhaling his delicious scent. I’m coated in it now. I hope I smell sandalwood everywhere I go. “Mate.”
“Mate.” He nips my fingers. His lips are soft and strong. He carries me to his bed, where he checks me over. After I drink some water and take some pain pills, he lays down and pulls me against him. I snuggle up to him, and it feels so right.
I feel like I have someone who will be my rock. Someone who will share my hopes and fears, who will hold me when I cry and laugh at my bad jokes.
Someone who sees the real me. Someone who will never let me go.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“No, sweet wife. Thank you.”