Chapter Nine
Something inside Cesar’s chest unlocked at Jamie’s enthusiastic “Yes!”
The sound echoed through the bedroom like a bell, clear and certain. His wolf practically purred with satisfaction, knowing their mate wanted this bond as much as they did.
“Gracias a Dios,”
he murmured, pressing his forehead against Jamie’s. The relief flooding through him was almost overwhelming. Jamie’s question about the pack becoming his family had shown he understood exactly what he was agreeing to—not just a relationship but belonging somewhere. And he’d still said yes.
That meant everything.
Jamie’s hands were already reaching for the waistband of Cesar’s boxer briefs, that familiar breathless excitement in his voice.
“I've been waiting months for this.”
Cesar laughed, catching those eager fingers before they could strip him completely.
“Slow down, colibrí. We've got all night.”
“But I've been waiting months,”
Jamie protested, those gray eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I have a lot of fantasies to make up for.”
“Tell me about them.”
Cesar guided Jamie’s hands to his chest instead, letting him explore the tattoos that covered his arms and torso.
“What did you imagine us doing?”
Pink crept up Jamie’s neck, but his touch grew bolder, tracing the inked lines across Cesar’s ribs.
“Well, in my grocery store daydreams, we usually started with you kissing me against the freezer section.”
“Cold,”
Cesar observed, pressing his lips to Jamie’s temple.
“That’s what made it hot.”
Jamie’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just below Cesar’s collarbone, making his breath hitch.
“Then we’d go back to your place, and you’d cook for me. Which already happened, so we’re ahead of schedule.”
“And after dinner?”
Those exploring hands moved lower, mapping the ridges of muscle across his stomach.
“You’d tell me I was beautiful, and I’d probably say something stupid and rambling because that’s what I do when I’m nervous.”
“You’re not stupid.”
Cesar caught Jamie’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
“And you’re definitely beautiful.”
The flush spread across Jamie’s cheeks, but he didn't look away.
“See? Just like my fantasy.”
“What else?”
Cesar’s voice had dropped to a growl, his wolf stirring as Jamie’s hands grew more adventurous.
“Then we’d end up in bed, and you’d...”
Jamie’s confidence wavered slightly.
“Well, you’d want me. Even knowing about Grant, and my brain, and how I talk too much.”
The vulnerability in those words made Cesar’s chest tighten. He cupped Jamie’s face with both hands, thumbs brushing across sharp cheekbones.
“Escúchame, mi alma. Everything about you—the talking, the bouncing, even the overthinking—it's all perfect. It's all you.”
Jamie’s breath caught. “Really?”
“Really.”
Cesar leaned down to capture his lips, pouring every ounce of sincerity into the kiss. Jamie melted against him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
When they broke apart, both breathing heavily, Cesar could see the last of Jamie’s uncertainty fade away. Good. His mate needed to understand exactly how wanted he was.
“Now,”
Cesar settled more fully between Jamie’s thighs, reveling in the way his colibri’s eyes darkened.
“Let me show you how much better reality is than fantasy.”
He started with Jamie’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly until those soft lips were swollen and pink. Then he moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, down the column of his throat. Jamie’s pulse hammered beneath his tongue, rapid and excited.
“Tan dulce,”
Cesar murmured against his collarbone, tasting the salt of Jamie’s skin.
“Tan perfecto para mí.”
“I love when you speak Spanish,”
Jamie gasped, fingers tangling in Cesar’s hair.
“Even though I have no idea what you’re saying.”
“I’m saying you taste like heaven,”
Cesar translated, moving lower to worship the smooth expanse of Jamie’s chest.
“And that you’re perfect for me.”
A soft moan escaped Jamie’s lips as Cesar’s mouth found his nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. The sound went straight to Cesar’s cock, already hard and aching with need.
“Oh god,”
Jamie arched beneath him, fingers tightening in his hair.
“That’s—I can't—”
Cesar lavished attention on the peaked flesh, alternating between gentle licks and firmer suction until Jamie was writhing beneath him. Only then did he move to the other side, giving it the same treatment while his hands mapped every inch of exposed skin.
“You’re killing me, jellybean,”
Jamie panted, hips bucking involuntarily.
“Good.”
Cesar bit down gently on the neglected nipple, earning a sharp cry of pleasure.
“Want you desperate for me.”
“Mission accomplished,”
Jamie laughed breathlessly.
“I've been desperate since the first time I saw you squeeze a cantaloupe.”
Cesar pulled back to look at him—hair mussed, lips swollen, eyes bright with desire and affection. His heart did something complicated in his chest, a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness that threatened to overwhelm him.
“Eres mío,”
Cesar said softly, hands skimming down Jamie’s sides to hook in the waistband of his boxers.
“Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,”
Jamie replied without hesitation, lifting his hips to help as Cesar slowly peeled away the last barrier between them.
“Have been since you defended me from Grant.”
The sight of Jamie completely naked and spread beneath him made Cesar’s wolf surge forward, amber bleeding into his vision. “Hermoso,”
he growled, hands settling on lean thighs to spread them wider.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Jamie’s cock lay hard and flushed against his belly, already leaking with arousal. Cesar wanted to taste, to worship every inch of his mate’s body until Jamie was sobbing with pleasure.
“Your turn,”
Jamie demanded, tugging at the waistband of Cesar’s boxer briefs.
“I want to see all of you.”
Cesar stood just long enough to strip off the last of his clothing, his cock springing free to stand thick and heavy between his legs. Jamie’s eyes widened, following the length of him from base to tip.
“Sweet buttered toast,”
Jamie breathed then bit his lip.
“I was right about the packing.”
“Like what you see, colibrí?”
Cesar asked, settling between Jamie’s thighs.
“Sweet mercy,”
Jamie breathed, eyes dark with want.
“This is all mine?”
“Every last inch,”
Cesar growled, capturing Jamie’s mouth in a hungry kiss.
Cesar kissed his way down Jamie’s body, pausing to lavish attention on every sensitive spot he discovered. The hollow of his throat that made him gasp. The spot just below his ribs that made him giggle and squirm. The sharp jut of his hipbone that had him arching off the bed.
“What are you—oh fudge.”
Jamie’s words dissolved into a moan as Cesar’s tongue traced a path along his inner thigh.
“Cesar…you…ung—”
“Patience,”
Cesar murmured, breathing over Jamie’s aching cock without touching.
“Want to taste every inch of you first.”
He followed through on the promise, mapping Jamie’s body with lips and tongue until his mate was trembling with need. Only then did he finally close his mouth around the head of Jamie’s cock, earning a broken cry of relief.
“Dios, you taste good.”
Cesar pulled back just long enough to speak before taking him deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he worked.
Jamie’s hands flew to his hair, not pushing but holding on like an anchor.
“Doce... once... diez...”
The Spanish numbers tumbled from his lips in a breathless whisper.
Cesar pulled off with a wet pop, concerned.
“You okay, colibrí?”
“More than okay,”
Jamie panted, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Just trying not to come down your throat in the first five seconds.”
Relief and arousal flooded through Cesar. He pressed one more kiss to the head of Jamie’s cock before moving back up his body, settling between spread thighs.
“Ready for me?”
he asked, positioning himself at Jamie’s entrance.
“Been ready since you winked at me in the grocery store,”
Jamie replied, wrapping his legs around Cesar’s waist.
“Since I first saw you, that melon squeeze… Pick a moment and it’ll be true.”
Cesar felt his body respond to his mate’s proximity, precum already beginning to flow. The clear fluid coated Jamie’s entrance, making his elegido’s muscles relax while lubing him at the same time. He pressed forward slowly, just the head of his cock breaching that tight ring of muscle.
Jamie tensed slightly, breath catching.
Cesar stayed perfectly still while his body worked its magic, feeling the natural lubricant doing its job.
Another spurt of precum, then another, and he felt Jamie’s body begin to relax around him.
“Better?”
he asked, pressing soft kisses along Jamie’s jaw.
“Yeah.”
Jamie’s voice was wonder-struck.
“It doesn't hurt. How—?”
“Told you.”
Cesar smiled against his skin.
“Wolf shifter biology. Made for this.”
He pressed forward another inch, then another, feeling Jamie’s body open for him like a flower. His mate’s soft gasps and sighs filled the air between them, each sound stoking the fire in Cesar’s blood.
“Perfecto,”
he murmured, finally fully seated inside Jamie’s tight heat.
“Absolutamente perfecto.”
Jamie’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close. “Move,”
he whispered.
“Please move.”
Cesar obeyed, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had them both gasping. Each stroke lit up nerve endings, pleasure building between them like a gathering storm.
“Mine,”
Cesar growled against Jamie’s throat, feeling his canines lengthen.
“You’re mine, mi elegido.”
“Yours,”
Jamie agreed breathlessly, body arching to meet each thrust.
“All yours, pookie.”
The endearment, so purely Jamie even in this moment, made Cesar’s heart swell with affection. He increased his pace slightly, angling to hit that spot inside Jamie that would drive him wild.
“Oh god, right there,”
Jamie cried out, nails digging into Cesar’s shoulders.
“You’re nailing it, honey bunny! Keep going.”
“Whatever my elegido wants.”
Cesar murmured as he punched his hips forward, slamming into Jamie’s ass. His wolf was chomping at the bit, desperate to take control and claim Jamie in a primal display of lust.
He pulled out of his mate then rolled the man to his knees.
“I can’t hold out any longer, baby,”
he snarled right before he plunged his cock deep inside his mate’s ass.
Jamie shouted as he spread his legs wider. Cesar gripped Jamie’s hips and then exhaled a long breath. He had to slow down. He couldn’t take his elegido this way.
“Fuck me, Jamie.”
His voice was husky with desire, his gaze fixated on the provocative sight before him. He couldn’t resist the urge to thrust, but he held back, savoring every exquisite moment as his cock slipped in and out of his mate’s tight ass. Cesar trembled with pleasure, barely able to contain himself as he watched their bodies move in perfect harmony.
Jamie moaned as he rocked back onto Cesar’s cock harder and faster, feeling his mate’s release building with each thrust. He reached under Jamie, wrapping his hand around his mate’s neglected cock.
Jamie cried out as his band of muscles began to milk Cesar’s cock, his orgasm pushing Cesar closer to his own. He stilled, the muscle pulsing too tightly for Cesar to move. Once Jamie shuddered, Cesar let loose. He placed his hands on the wall in front of him and fucked Jamie so hard that his mate was sliding up the bed. Finally, Jamie had to grab the wall or knock his head into it.
Cesar gave one more good thrust before he bit into Jamie’s shoulder and came at the same time. Then he buried himself while licking the wound closed.
Their souls merged with a profound snap that resonated in the very depths of his being.
For a long moment, they stayed locked together.
“Holy…wow,”
Jamie breathed, voice shaky.
“That was—”
“Incredible,”
Cesar finished, kissing Jamie’s temple.
“Yeah.”
Jamie’s smile was radiant, dopey with satisfaction and wonder.
“Exactly like that.”
Cesar rolled them carefully to the side, keeping Jamie close against his chest.
“So,”
Jamie mumbled against his collarbone, already beginning to drift toward sleep, “does this mean I get a motorcycle now? Being part of a biker pack and all?”
Cesar laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“We’ll start you on a bicycle and work our way up, colibrí.”
“Deal.”
Jamie yawned then pressed a soft kiss to Cesar’s chest.
“Love you, honey bunny.”
The words hit Cesar like a physical blow, unexpected and perfect.
“Love you too, mi alma.”
And as Jamie drifted off to sleep in his arms, Cesar gazed down at him, in awe at how open his mate lived. No hesitation in declaring his love. No fear. Just certainty that he loved Cesar.
“How did I get so lucky?”
he murmured, finally closing his eyes for some much-needed sleep.