Chapter 27-Rosalind
Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of my fated mate.
The one my mother promised would be mine.
The one written in the stars, etched into fate, designed by the Goddess herself.
Someone who’d see me. Want me. Claim me.
And finally, I have him.
Honor.
Here. Now. Wrapped around me like he never plans to let go.
He kisses me like he might die without me—and honestly? Same.
His mouth moves over mine with that same single-minded intensity I’ve always loved about him.
Devouring. Worshipping.
Like he’s trying to drink down every broken second we spent apart.
His chest rumbles with his Bear’s growl, and it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.
Deep and primal, vibrating straight through my bones, coiling low in my belly.
I clutch at his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as the towel slips down my back.
His hands are rough—callused from work, scarred from fighting, big enough to span my whole ribcage—but when he touches me?
He’s gentle. Reverent. Mine.
Warm fingers skim over my hips, down my waist, as he traces the dip of my spine like it’s sacred.
My skin is still damp from the shower, but it’s not the water making me shiver.
It’s him. It’s this.
It’s knowing I’m finally, truly, safe.
“I know there’re other things I should be doing,” I murmur, eyes locked on his, my breath catching as he cups my thigh, “like reporting to Daniel, talking to Marcus, eating something.”
He looks like he’s about to stop, to insist we take care of those things, but I shake my head.
“But I can’t wait another minute without the feel of my mate’s body on mine.”
His eyes burn gold.
His jaw flexes, and his nostrils flare like his Bear is seconds away from taking over.
“Anything you want,” he vows.
“I just want you. Need you,” I whisper, voice cracking as his hands glide between my thighs.
He freezes. Just for a moment.
Then he exhales like he’s been holding his breath since the second he lost me.
“I’ve got you now,” he says hoarsely, dipping his forehead to mine. “You’re mine, Mate.”
I pull him down with me, heart pounding, legs parting, body aching.
Because I am home.
Right here.
In his arms. Under him. With him.
And I won’t spend another second pretending I’m not his.
Because I am.
I always have been.
Body. Soul. Heart.
Every last trembling inch.
Honor touches me, and I tremble.
Not from fear. Never from fear.
But from the overwhelming wave of everything I feel for him.
Love. Relief. Desire so sharp it borders on pain.
And the all-consuming truth of the bond between us—alive and thrumming and pulsing in my blood like wildfire.
He’s just breathtaking.
All heat and hunger and devastating beauty.
Tattooed muscles ripple under damp skin, and the golden glow in his eyes is pure Bear—pure male—pure mine.
“Rosie,” he growls, like my name alone is the only prayer he’s ever known.
And then his mouth is on my breasts—hot and hungry and reverent.
He suckles me, tongue swirling, lips tugging around one tight nipple as his hand kneads the other, rough and gentle in perfect harmony.
When he scrapes his teeth over the peak and pulls, I arch off the bed with a cry, gasping as a bolt of pleasure spears straight between my legs.
“Please,” I whisper, breathless. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he rasps, voice low and ragged as he kisses down my sternum, licking a path across my ribs.
I’m already dripping.
Soaking the insides of my thighs. His sheets.
My whole body is pulsing in time with the throb of need between my legs.
Every kiss, every stroke, every look from him feels like a claim.
A brand.
A promise.
I open for him, wanton and greedy, hands buried in his wet hair as his mouth moves lower, lower still.
Until he's between my thighs—right where I want him.
Right where I need him.
And when his tongue touches me—I don’t last a minute, I just shatter.
“Fuck, look at you, Sunshine. Look how good you come for me,” he groans and gives me one long lick from my ass to my cleft.
I whimper.
I feel empty, needy, lost.
“Please, Honor.”
“What do you need? Tell me,” he says and kneels on the bed, head canted as he strokes his cock and watches me.
“I need your cock in me from behind,” I whisper, and rollover, presenting myself to him.
“Fuck. Mine,” he growls, an inhuman sound that sends my Sow into a frenzy.
He grabs my hips, and I feel his claw-tipped fingers bite into my flesh.
“Yessss. More,”
I want him so bad. Want to wear his mating marks. Want to feel him everywhere.
“You’re so fucking mine,” he growls and shoves his hips, entering me in one hard thrust.
Yes, I’m his. All his. And the joy I feel at his stating it out loud is simply unparalleled.
I’m so greedy, so needy for him.
I never want to let him go.
“Christ, Rosie, you’re sucking my dick so good with your little slit. Feel how tight you’re squeezing me,” he groans and I feel him press deeper, his hips flush against my ass.
In and out, Honor works his magnificent cock inside of me and I’ve never felt so full. He reaches around my hips and finds my clit, and I cry out.
I’m so close now.
So full of him.
Of us.
The bond between us pulses brighter and brighter, a living thing wrapped tight around my heart, my body, my soul. It hums beneath my skin, sings in my blood, demands everything I am.
It feels like standing on the edge of something vast and endless—pleasure so deep it terrifies me just a little.
Because what if I fall and can’t find my way back?
But that fear barely registers.
Because Honor is there.
Behind me.
Inside me.
He. Is. Everywhere.
His presence is heat and gravity, anchoring me even as I teeter on the brink.
His breath ghosts my neck, his strength surrounding me, his Bear pressing close like a promise he intends to keep.
It’s like I’m dancing along the precipice of pleasure so deep I’m almost afraid to fall. And that questions hits me again.
What happens if I do and I can’t find my way back?
But it doesn’t matter what I think. I have no choice.
Because now, Honor is pressing into me with speed and urgency, his fingers gliding over my slippery clit, and then I do it—I fall.
“That’s it. Christ, Rosie, it’s like fucking pure sunshine.”
I moan. My pleasure increases with his words.
And Honor slams into me as my release holds me hostage.
One powerful arm flexes around my waist, the other hand is gripping my hip.
And he never stops fucking me.
Oh God, I love the sound of his skin against mine, and the feel of his balls slapping against my ass and thighs.
He's not being gentle or careful.
Thank God.
Now, he's Bear now. He’s taking me raw, fast, hard, slamming into me and making my body shake and tremble.
And it’s so good.
So good that when he snarls my name as he starts to come, then I feel it, the scrape of his fangs across my skin, then he bites me—claims me—and, oh my God, I find myself right on the edge again.
“Rosie!” Honor roars my name, the sting of his claiming mark burns my flesh but it feels so good, so right.
My Bear roars inside me.
My back arches, my whole body seizes, and I don’t have a choice anymore.
I don’t even want one.
The moment stretches—tight, trembling, unbearable—and then I let go.
I fall.
Into him.
Into us.
Into our gold matebond that wraps tightly around us.
Into the truth my Bear has known all along.
Honor is the fated mate I was promised long ago. And I’m his.
“Mine. Mate. And I’m yours,” he growls low against my neck.
I sigh, loving the feel of his weight pressing me into the mattress. I close my eyes, full of love and joy, and him.
And the world just disappears.