Chapter 43 #2
She flails beneath the blanket holding her down. Quickly, I lay my tongue flat against her pussy again taking my sweet time dragging it along delicious skin. This settles her and makes my wolf howl with a note of conquest.
When I flick that little nub, she releases a throaty moan.
I’m fucking hooked. Can’t stop myself from sucking every inch of her.
My tongue and lips move all over her, with a hunger that will only be sated one way.
Finally, my tongue dives into her entrance so damn deep my face is buried in her pussy. No place I’d rather be…
Her hips buck, pushing against my face, as if she wants me deeper. My balls tighten, my cock so damn hard I might explode soon whether I’m in her or not.
I can’t screw this up. She’s too important to me.
Never taking my eyes from her, I line my body against hers, but that damn blanket keeps me from feeling the heat of her skin.
I rip it off with one motion, just as I thrust into her.
My teeth press against where her neck and shoulder meet, and I’m so tempted to claim her formally, as if this were a mating run. But it isn’t. We haven’t blood-bonded.
Her legs lock around me, those lovely mounds and rock-hard nipples pressing against me a lovely distraction against my chest, as I thrust into her over and over.
As her moans fill the room again, they pitch higher. She’s climbing and yet resisting. I see it in her eyes. She’s waiting for me. If she only understood I’ve waited for her my entire life.
My lips brush over hers. And she bites me.
My vixen bites me. That claim throws me overboard, making all of me surrender to her.
My cock explodes within her. A second later her walls seize me…
a final sign of capture. I can’t thrust, can’t move…
don’t want to. I surrender, enjoying the ride as I float with my female, locked to her in an exquisite fashion.
Both of us are breathing heavily as my head collapses beside hers. I’m holding myself up on my elbows, so I don’t fully collapse on her and crush her. My cock’s still emptying into her but I don’t care how long it takes.
“I fucking love this position.”
“Being on top of me?”
“Being in you. So perfectly connected.”
“Blood-bonding would be even better.” She bites her lip. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
My cock emptied, I consider staying there a moment longer but her comment… fuck, I can’t. I slide out of her, which goes against my instincts, then leave the bed entirely.
“Garrett?” her voice wavers.
“Just stoking the fire,” I lie as I add a few logs to the fireplace even though my body’s covered in a sheen of sweat as I consider my next move.
“Blood-bonding was just something I was thinking about,” Angel adds. “It’s not necessary. Forget I said anything.”
“No, you’re right. We should talk about it. Maybe after Christmas? I’m not sure I can take more than one celebration at a time.”
Her face falls slightly. “And we have the trip to my pack to consider.”
“I won’t let your birth pack dictate what we decide.”
“Agreed.”
She spreads out the blanket and climbs under the sheet. “Still waiting for you to warm me, shifter.” She’s smiling, though not as wide as before.
“Did I ever tell you I’m an idiot? I don’t always say the right thing, or do things the way others expect.”
“You’re not an idiot.” She sits up on her knees and kisses me, long and hard. Ignoring my rising cock’s going to take some doing.
“What was that for?” I ask when she breaks the kiss.
“Proof.” Her hands slide around my neck as she looks at me. “I don’t kiss idiots.”
“So, not a pity kiss, because I often have my head up my ass?”
She laughs. “Hardly!”
I love how easily she forgives me. “I’ve made a mess of things again.” I reach beneath the bed and produce a long box the length of a watch, tied with a red satin ribbon. “I’m a day early, but this seems like the right time. Merry Christmas, darlin’.”
Her face lights up. God, how am I so fortunate?
“I… I didn’t get you a present. I’ve been so busy helping the kids add some last-minute decorations to the pack’s tree that I… Damn, there’s no excuse. I should have gotten you a present.”
“My angel, you are my present. I can’t possibly think of anything I’d want more than having you in my bed, my cabin… my life. Now, open your gift.”
She kisses me again, deep and long.
“You’re making me hard again.”
“That’s a problem?”
“Fuck no, but I have my limits, and they’re rather low right now. Open the box before I throw you down and claim you again.”
With the sound of feminine giggles, she tears through the ribbon.
“I like the enthusiasm.”
“The quicker I open this, the quicker I show you what I can do in bed when I tie you down, shifter.”
My hand settles on her bare back. There’s no such thing as too much contact with my Angel. “I’m intrigued. Proceed, darlin’.”
She tosses the ribbon to the floor. The box top flies across the room next. The satisfying crinkle of tissue paper unfolding nearly makes my heart skip a beat as she peels back the layers.
Angel’s eyes go wider than I’ve ever seen them as she holds up the eight inch knife with the mahogany wood handle. One finger traces the carvings on the handle, two wolves under a full moon.
“I know it’s rather simple in its design, but it’s the ceremonial blood-bonding knife used by mostly everyone in our family.
The carving tells a story of two shifters who do more than blood-bond.
They become part of something greater than themselves and their pack.
They bond with the earth, the sun, and the moon.
Past, present, and future. Eternity, Angel. That’s what I want with you. Eternity.”
Her hands shake, and tears form in her eyes. “You’re asking me to blood-bond you?”
“Yes, baby. I meant every word I said earlier. I cannot live without you. Blood-bonding you would be my honor, my privilege, and the greatest of destinies.”
She throws her arms around me and hugs me so tightly I’m afraid to breathe lest she lets go. “Is that a yes?”
Her lips find mine—the best answer a shifter can get—as we sink beneath the covers and claim one another again and again...