Chapter Sixteen #2
I smile slightly and sit on the bed. Without moving from between his legs, I work the fabric down and over my knees.
His eyes flicker to my thighs, and he tilts his head.
Having my mate be so greedy, enjoying every inch of skin that I reveal, is intoxicating.
I drop my underwear over the side of the bed and resume my position, my hands on his thighs.
“Thank you, mate.” I lean forward and lick his cock from bottom to top.
“Shit.” He presses his head into the pillow, but his eyes remain on my face. “Baby.”
“What do you want?” I ask, squeezing my hands.
“You’re in control.”
“I want you to feel good.” I lick the tip.
He hisses. “Anything you do makes me feel good.”
Warmth spreads through me, and everything feels heavy.
I caress up his body as far as I can reach in this position.
I’m not satisfied being so far away from his mouth, so I straddle him.
He closes his legs, and I sit on his thighs.
Dropping my body, I press my breasts to his chest and groan.
Feeling his skin against mine reinforces that this is what I need.
I flutter my fingers up his sides, the warmth of his body seeping into my skin.
The universe knew he was the man I needed.
My fox is basking in the contact we have been craving, but were too afraid to take.
Ezra knew I needed this and found a way to ease me into it.
“I chose this,” I say firmly, flexing my fingers. “I chose to give you me.”
“I’m yours, baby.”
I hover above his face. I pause, staring, breathing deeply, drinking in his spicy scent.
“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I do you,” I confess, and watch his eyes glow. My fox brightens my eyes, responding to his animal.
“Fuck, baby.” His arms flex, his wrists rolling. “I want inside you so fucking bad. Not just your pussy.” He glances down at my chest. “Let me in.” He wants my heart, and I’m on the edge of giving it to him.
Reaching between us, I grasp his cock, adjust, and ease down. As he slides inside, I kiss him and let him control our lips. I moan into his mouth as he stretches me. Rocking back, I take him all the way in. His tongue swipes around mine, deep, and as intense as our connection.
Breaking the kiss, I gasp. “Ezra.”
“Ride me,” he commands, and I sit up.
“Yes.” I press my palms to his stomach and roll my hips. “Fuck.” I drop my head back and close my eyes.
“No,” he growls. “Eyes on me.”
I look at him, and my mouth parts. I never thought I would see the hunger on a man's face that they describe in the books I read. Ezra is everything a writer wants. I want to give him everything he needs because he does it for me without a second thought.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
“Faster,” he orders, and I comply. “Yeah, baby.” He looks to where we are joined. “Gorgeous. Made for me.”
“Yes, Ezra,” I agree, gaining speed.
“Good. Just like that,” he hisses.
I lean back, cupping his thighs, never losing the rhythm. He hits all the right spots. It’s rising within me, and I don’t want it to end. I try to hold it off and prolong the moment. The leather creaks as he grasps it, his fingers clenching.
“I can’t hold on,” I whine.
“Don’t,” he rasps, lifting his hips. “Come here. Give me your mouth when you come.”
I release his legs and drop against his chest. The kiss goes wild.
He bites my bottom lip and sucks my tongue.
I grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin.
I grind against him, my clit dragging, and it pushes me over the edge.
Pleasure as I’ve never experienced courses through me. My skin is electric.
Ripping my mouth away, I press my cheek against his and cry out. “Ezra.”
“Fuck, yes.” He controls the movement, thrusting up. “Will you take my mark?” he growls.
“Yes,” I hiss, riding the wave of aftershocks.
“Give me your neck,” he demands, and I turn my head. I sweep my hair back, grasping the strands to the back of my neck. “I want everyone to see my claim.” He strikes, and the orgasm starts again. He growls as he pushes up fast and deep. His strokes are short as he comes inside me.
The pull begins as he sucks my blood. His feelings and emotions trickle into me. I will be able to find him easily and know what he needs and wants. It’s not fair to him since he won’t have the same advantage.
He glides slowly before stopping. Retracting his teeth, he licks the mark, ensuring it will never fade.
I tuck my face into his neck, and all the tension goes away.
I’ll never forget our first time. Ezra made it special.
My animal is satisfied because we are one step closer to being tied to our mate forever.
She wants me to mark him, yet she is me, so she knows the hell we have been through and understands my need to wait.
I don’t want to move, but I want to release him.
“Let me take them off,” I whisper, easing up.
“Don’t lose me,” he says gruffly, and I nod.
Balancing on one hand, making sure he stays inside me, I reach for the cuff. It takes more time, but I manage to unclip it. As his arm drops, I move to the other one. He drags his palm down my back, and I have to ignore the sensations it causes. He flexes his fingers as he is completely released.
“Are they numb?” I ask softly.
“I’m fine.” He brushes his fingers over my jaw. “Does it hurt?” He touches the mark, and I shiver.
“No.” It’s tender, but it feels right. “I feel you.” I press my hand to his chest. “Your goodness. The life you have lived.”
“What else?” he asks.
“Your feelings for me,” I whisper.
“Good. It was killing me to keep the words inside.” He cups my face. “I won’t say them yet, so you won’t feel like you have to reciprocate. This was a way you would know without pressure. We have time.”
“Ezra.” I turn my head and kiss his palm. “I’m so lucky, but it doesn’t seem fair.”
“I chose this.” He drums his fingers. “I chose you. I wasn’t forced into this. It’s only fair to you if you can wait until you’re ready.”
“Shit.” I drop my head to his chest. “How do you make it sound right?”
“Because it is,” he chuckles, rolling on top of me. He slips out, and I feel empty. He traces my hairline. “It will work out when the time is right. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll try.”
“Wait here,” he says, moving away.
“Okay,” I say softly.
He goes into the bathroom, and I study the ceiling.
The heat from the bond that was becoming uncomfortable is satisfied for the moment.
It won’t last long. The universe wants us to have children, so the heat ensures we will mate often.
I press my hand to my stomach. Until I mark him and complete the bond, the possibility of children is extremely low.
What would our kids look like? The boys would have Ezra’s charming smile, and the girls would be confident.
My mate would make sure they felt loved and safe.
Would I be a good mom? I haven’t thought much about it.
I would probably be more protective than Ezra, knowing the things that can happen to a woman.
“Foxy,” Ezra rumbles, and I blink, turning my head toward him.
“What did you say?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He slides his arms underneath me and lifts.
“Ezra,” I gasp, and hold on to his neck.
“I want a bath,” he says, moving to the bathroom.
“You do not,” I laugh.
“Alright…” He stops next to the tub. “I want to be in a bathtub with you, naked, and wet.” He grins and eases me to my feet.
“That sounds more like it,” I mumble.
“Get in,” he says gruffly, and grabs my hand.
“Do you want kids?” I ask, stepping over the side.
His fingers flex. “Yes.” He waits until I’m seated. “Scoot forward.” He gets in behind me and pulls me back against his chest. “I’ve always wanted a big family. My dad was in my life for such a short time, I’d like to be a dad.”
“They would love you.” I tilt my head back and to the side.
“I would do anything to protect them,” he says firmly, kissing my forehead.
“I know.” I face forward.
“And you?” he asks, rubbing his hands down my arms.
“I didn’t think it was a possibility. I always wished for a family. When I was welcomed into the crew here, I thought that would be it. I was happy with that,” I say.
“And now?”
“I want more,” I hum.
“I’ll give you more.” He drags his hand down my chest.
“You already have,” I whisper.
He picks up the soap, lathering his hands.
Ezra will give me everything I dreamed of, and I have a moment of regret that I didn’t complete the bond. Yet, there is a nagging voice in my head, whispering not to trust the happiness he wants to give me.
I have to shut the voice up and trust him completely.