7. Gabe
Chapter 7
Gabe
The moment Louisa agrees to be my mate, the entire universe shifts around me. It’s like fireworks igniting in my chest. The roaring signal tells me my world has suddenly become perfect. I’m not one to dwell on the heavy stuff, but the weight of her words settles over me, filling me with an insatiable need to make her mine.
Without even thinking, I stand up, my instincts kicking into overdrive. In one swift motion, I scoop her up into my arms, her laughter ringing out like a melody as I lift her. I dash toward my bedroom, the feel of her curvy body close sending a thrill through both me and my inner polar bear.
The door swings open, and I burst into my room, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I kick the door shut behind me with a solid thud, trapping us in this moment. Her eyes widen with a mix of excitement and surprise reflecting in that warm gaze that drives me wild.
My heart pounds, the very thought of her being here, of us being here together, ignites something primal within me.
I watch as she bites her lip, that little quirk sending a jolt of energy through me. The tension builds, crackling in the air like a live wire. I take a step closer, closing the space between us.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest as I reach out to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. The warmth of her skin sends a wild pulse through me.
“Yes,” she whispers, and it’s the way her eyes linger on my lips that drives me wild. “Make me yours.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I step back, giving her a teasing grin before I lean in to crush my lips against hers. The kiss is electric, igniting that fire inside me once more. She melts against me, responding with a hunger that takes my breath away, and I can feel every inch of her curvy body pressing against mine.
The kiss deepens, and all thoughts of self-control fly out the window; I need her more than I need my next breath. I pull away slightly, panting softly. “Mine.” The word hangs heavy in the air, filled with raw emotion and a hint of dominance.
“Yours,” she breathes, her gaze locking onto mine.
“Tonight is just the beginning,” I promise, and there’s a wild thrum running through my body as I lean in again, capturing her warmth. I can’t hold back.
After laying her on my plaid comforter, I step back and rip away my clothes. Her eyes widen as she stares at my naked chest. Her gaze moves down the front of my body, causing my cock to harden painfully. I reach down and wrap my hand around it, slowly stroking while she watches.
I fucking love feeling her eyes moving over my body. When she attempts to drag her sweater over her head, I stop her. “Leave your clothes on. I get to remove them,” I growl as I increase the pace of my strokes.
She bites that bottom lip again while dropping back on the bed.
The eager, inviting look in her eyes sends my animalistic instincts into overdrive. The air thickens with tension as my inner polar bear urges me to hurry the fuck up. There’s something intoxicating about the way she’s sprawled out, and every logical thought I had escapes me as I prowl toward her like a predator zeroing in on its prey.
She watches me with those dazzling eyes, a mix of excitement and nervousness flaring between us. I pick up on the slight catch of her breath as I lean in, and damn if it doesn’t just fan the flames of desire raging in my chest. “I need you,” I growl, my voice low and gravelly, thick with the promise of what’s to come.
“Have me,” she whispers back, that confident spirit of hers shining through.
With deliberate slowness, I hook my fingers into her yoga pants, pulling them down her legs, each inch feeling like a mile as I savor the moment. The way her skin glows under the dim light makes my pulse race faster, and I can’t help but revel in the sight of her. My inner bear roars his approval. My mate is fucking stunning.
“Gabe,” she breathes, her voice a mix of anticipation and yearning, and it only makes me want her more.
I can’t rush this. I want her completely addicted to my touch. I pause, letting my fingers glide up her legs, feeling every curve, every smooth inch of her skin. Then I reach for her sweater, slowly dragging it over her head, exposing her frilly white bra.
The sight sets my blood on fire as I drink her in. Each breath feels charged as I pull back slightly, letting my gaze travel over her body, memorizing the masterpiece, every detail burned into my brain for all eternity.
Leaning closer again, I let my breath caress her ear as I whisper, “You’re goddamn gorgeous.” Sexual tension swirls around us, causing my heart to pound with urgency.
She gives a shy, teasing smile. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she counters, her confidence radiating even as her cheeks flush with color.
With a grin, I dip my head to tease a kiss against her collarbone. “I’m about to become a whole lot better,” I growl softly as I let my hands explore. Just the way her skin feels against my fingertips is intoxicating. It’s pure, unfiltered desire, and I want to claim every bit of it.
The tension in the room thickens like smoke, and in this space, nothing else matters. It’s just me and her, consumed by the heat of our mating. "You ready for this?" I whisper, leaning back slightly to catch her gaze, wanting to see that fire reflect in her eyes.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” she breathes, and that’s all the answer I need.
She leans up on her elbows and watches as I crawl over her sweet body, nipping my way along her luscious curves. My inner polar bear stretches under my skin, ordering me to hurry up and make Louisa mine, but I ignore the fucker. As I kiss her sweet lips, my rock-hard cock brushes against her soft skin sending tingles racing down my spine.
I place soft kisses on her collarbone and down her chest. She digs her nails into my back as I kiss and nip both of her sweet tits. When I drag one of her nipples into my mouth, she sighs my name. Fuck. I’m not going to last long.
I slip off the bed and drag her gorgeous ass to the edge. I spread her silky thighs and run my tongue through the wetness dripping from her sweet pussy. Her taste blasts through me and my inner polar bear goes nuts. I have to wrangle my polar bear into submission before continuing. Louisa squirms and tugs on my head, dragging me closer.
“Fucking get your ass moving .” My polar bear’s words echo through my mind, and I mentally flip him off as I close my lips around her hard clit.
I forget all about my impatient inner bear as I slide one finger into her tight pussy. Goddamn. I’m not going to last much longer.
I slowly push deeper until I press against her virginity and her inner walls clamp down on my finger. Fucking hell. She’s all goddamn mine. That knowledge seems to soothe my inner polar bear, allowing him to stop fighting against my control. As I press a second finger into her wet core, I realize this is going to be a tight fit.
Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths, attempting to gain control of my raging hunger for my mate. Her silky inner walls tremble around my fingers while I finger her faster.
“Come for me,” I growl as I nibble on her clit. Her breath catches as an orgasm flows through her.
I take my time kissing my way up her quivering body, memorizing every perfect inch. When I reach her soft lips, I slide my tongue into her mouth while she wraps her soft hand around my hungry cock.
Fucking hell. Her light touch drives me out of my mind with hunger. “Tighter,” I growl against her sweet lips.
“So bossy.” Louisa gives my cock a hard squeeze, sending pleasure shooting through all my nerve endings.
“Yep.” My groan sounds embarrassingly like a whimper as her hand slowly strokes my hard cock. My polar bear hits his limit and I know I’ve run out of time.
I press forward in one hard thrust, making us one for all eternity. Calling on all of my control, I hold still while her pussy slowly eases its grip on my cock.
Kissing her soft lips, I keep a tight rein on my own orgasm as I begin to thrust. As her inner muscles loosen, I increase my pace, driving us both higher.
When her tight pussy trembles around my dick, my polar bear wakes up and orders me to get my ass moving. Between his demands and the draw of my mate, I can’t hold off any longer.
Losing control, I allow my sharp fangs to burst through my gums. When an intense orgasm tears through me, I find the right spot at the base of her sweet neck and bite down with just enough pressure to break the skin and seal our bond. Our life forces connect as my soul links to hers, creating an eternal bond. My roar booms through the bedroom as my cock empties deep in her sweet pussy.
Since the first mating is intense and draining, I barely have the strength to roll over and pull my mate’s curvy body against my side before we both drift off.
I wake up to the soft glow of morning spilling through the cracks in the curtains, my body still heavy with sleep. Since my inner bear is finally content, he’s still snoozing away without a care in the world. Fucker.
The last remnants of sleep disappear as I turn to find my mate curled up next to me. The sunlight casts a halo around her, making her look like some kind of goddess with her hair spilling across the pillow.
My first instinct is to roll over and bury my face in her sweet pussy to wake her up, but I know she needs a little break. As much as I hate to leave the warmth of the bed, I need to get away from the temptation to keep her in bed all day long.
I nudge her gently as I place little kisses on her cheek. “Wake up, sweetheart.”
“Mmm…” she murmurs in response, snuggling deeper into the covers and rubbing her luscious ass against my cock. “It’s too freaking early.” In that instant, both my cock and inner bear wake up, ready for action. I ignore them and kiss my mate’s soft lips.
“Why don’t you take a hot shower while I make us some breakfast?” I suggest as I drag my ass out of bed. My suggestion seems to wake her up.
“I’ll do the cooking, Gabe.” She sits up and gives me a soft, sleepy smile. “I’m not ready to die from food poisoning.”
“What? You wound me!” I spin around dramatically, hand over my heart. “Just because I have a questionable reputation when it comes to cooking doesn’t mean I can’t rise to the occasion.”
“I definitely know you can rise to the occasion.” She winks before her eyes drift down to my rock-hard cock. “But I’m not ready to trust your cooking skills.”
“Fine.” I mock-scowl, but I can’t hide the smile creeping onto my face. “You can cook. I’ll make sure to earn my keep another way.”
“That sounds like a plan to me.” She winks and slides out of bed