Chapter 8
EIGHT
Taylor
“Are you hungry?” Reyes asks as I toe off my shoes.
“No, not really.”
“Did you want to do something?” he asks, looking strained.
“I think I’ll take a shower and get ready for bed. Is that okay?”
“Of course.”
I pause before going upstairs. I can feel the heat he told me about yesterday.
The mating moon, or whatever. All day, the connection between Reyes and me has intensified.
I mean, the connection has been there since day one, but it feels different now.
I’m hyperaware of him, of his body, his hands, his mouth.
When he stepped out of Landry’s hospital room, I missed him. I felt bereft without him near me. I couldn’t handle him being away from me.
“Is everything all right?” Reyes asks, looking worried.
“You’re not going to leave… or anything, right?”
“No, I’ll be here.”
I nod and grip the railing. “Good.”
I can feel Reyes’s eyes on me as I ascend the stairs and disappear into our bedroom. I hurry into the bathroom and strip, crank the shower as hot as it will go, and step under the spray.
I sigh as the hot water eases the aches in my muscles. My throat aches slightly when I swallow. I dip my head under the hot water, hoping it works its magic on my thoughts as well as my body.
Logically, I feel like everything is happening too fast. Whenever I thought about falling in love, I also thought it would happen slowly, over years. Instead, it’s happened in days, with a man who’s a wolf shifter.
My emotions must be on overdrive from the full moon.
Can I trust myself? Am I really in love with Reyes, or is this all some hormonal mistake?
I think about Reyes, about how perfect he’s been since the moment I met him, how safe he’s made me feel, how he treats me like a princess. Like I’m his everything. I’ll never find someone who’ll treat me better. No one will ever love me more than he does.
So why am I fighting this?
My hands move over my body, and everywhere I touch feels like it’s on fire. I turn the water down until it’s freezing, but that doesn’t help. I’m overheated. Achy. I need… I need Reyes.
I cup my breasts, my fingers pinching and teasing my nipples, and I moan at the answering pulse between my legs.
It’s not enough. I need more.
“Reyes,” I call softly.
A second later, the bathroom door opens.
I smile. I knew he would be outside. He’s always hovering nearby. I should be annoyed. I mean, I’m an independent woman, but I love it when Reyes takes care of me.
“Taylor? Are you okay, mate?” Reyes asks.
I look over to see him covering his eyes with his hands.
He’s the sweetest. Always trying to make sure I’m comfortable with him. Always thinking of me.
“I’m okay, but I need your help,” I pant.
I watch as he swallows hard, shifting on his feet in the doorway. “With what?”
“I ache,” I moan, my hands running up my sides and cupping my boobs again.
Reyes looks panicked, but he still has his eyes closed. Eyes still squeezed shut, he grips the doorframe.
“You want your pain medicine? I can go grab it,” he says, already turning from the room.
“No. Not medicine. Come here,” I whisper.
His eyes finally open, and his knees shake when he sees me in the shower, the water running over my body, my hands caressing my curves.
“Fuck, mate,” he groans hoarsely as his eyes trace over my curves.
For the first time in my life, I feel beautiful, desirable, and powerful. This big alpha would fall to his knees for me if I asked. The knowledge sends a thrill through me.
“Where does it hurt?” Reyes asks, taking a step closer.
I lick my lips, open the shower, and point between my legs.
Reyes’ growl bounces off the tiled walls, startling me.
A second later, he’s in the shower with me, his hands reaching for me. His clothes are soaked in seconds. I almost come at the sight of him, his wet clothes molding to his sexy body.
“I’ll take care of you. Always,” Reyes promises as he drops to his knees.
I moan as he lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder. He wastes no time burying his face in my pussy and eating me like I’m his last meal.
His tongue licks through my center, rolling over my clit and tracing back down to my virgin hole. His big hands cup my ass, and he holds me in place as his tongue presses against that sensitive ring. My hips rock against his face, and I brace my hands against the shower wall.
My core tightens, and my whole body shakes.
Reyes reaches up and flips the water to hot. I want to tell him that I’m not shivering because I’m cold, but it’s too late. I’m already coming.
“Reyes! OH!” I scream as waves of pleasure wash over me.
My body falls forward as my legs tremble, threatening to give out. Reyes catches me and holds me up as he continues to lick me through my orgasm.
I suck in a sharp breath, trying to get my bearings, but he doesn’t let go of me.
“Another,” he growls.
“What?” I croak.
“I need you to come on my face again. Once more, maybe twice,” he mutters.
Then his mouth is back between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my back arching off the cool shower tiles. “Don’t stop!”
He growls in response. His tongue dips into my pussy, and he licks up every trace of my release, teasing my clit. When he sucks my bundle of nerves into his mouth, I fall over the edge again.
“Reyes!”
Tears leak from my eyes at the force of my pleasure, and my legs give out this time. He catches me easily, cradling me against him.
“Does it still hurt, mate?” he asks, his eyes bright as he looks at me.
“Yes,” I whimper.
Reyes turns off the water and carries me to bed. He lays me down, my wet hair and body soaking the covers in seconds, but neither of us cares.
“What do you need?” he asks.
I know he’d use his mouth on me all night long if I asked him. But I see the hard ridge of his cock behind the fly of his jeans, and my core pulses emptily.
“I want you. Naked. I want you to claim me.”
“Are you sure?”
I cup his face. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”
“Thank fuck,” he grumbles, tearing at his clothes.
He kicks off his boots and yanks his jeans and boxers down. He’s so impatient that he rips his shirt off. My mouth goes dry as I see all of him.
Where I’m soft and curvy, his body is all muscles and ridges. I try to count his abs, but he’s already crawling onto the bed over me.
I spread my legs, reaching for him, and he moans as we crash together.
Our lips find each other, and I cling to him, loving the feel of his body coming down over mine.
He pushes me further into the mattress, pinning me in place.
His cock rubs against my core, and I claw at him, rocking my hips and rubbing myself against his thick shaft.
“You’re fucking soaked, mate,” Reyes growls.
“I already came twice,” I remind him.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks, pulling back to look at me. “Have you ever rubbed yourself like this on someone else?”
“No, never. Only you.”
“Only ever me.”
“Yes. Oh! Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he grinds against me.
“You are so damn sexy. I have no idea what I did to deserve a fated mate as perfect as you.”
“Reyes, I… I need you,” I pant, instinctively turning my head to the side and baring my neck.
I hear him growl. “Going to mark you now, mate. Going to make you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I whisper.
“Fucking right.”
His cock nudges against my opening, distracting me so that it takes me a moment to realize what’s happening.
Reyes bites me, his sharp teeth sinking into the skin of my neck. I cry out, and he thrusts forward, burying his cock inside my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” he roars.
I cling to him, sobbing as another orgasm rushes through me.
He licks the wound on my neck. “Not going to last,” he chokes out.
I dig my nails into his arms and wrap my legs around his hips as he pulls back and sinks deep.
His cock drags out of me slowly again, hitting new nerve endings before he thrusts back in.
Leaning back, he looks between our bodies, watching where we’re joined.
I keep my eyes on his face, watching his expression of wonder.
God, he’s so hot, so strong, his muscles bunching and flexing. And he’s all mine.
“Harder,” I urge.
He swears but does as I ask, bracing his hands against the headboard and increasing his pace. He slams into me, his hips pistoning as he fucks me harder, faster.
“I’m so close!” I cry out.
When his mouth wraps around one of my nipples, sucking the little cherry into his mouth, I fall apart.
“Reyes!” I scream so loud that I’m sure they can hear me in town.
“Mate!” he snarls, his hips jerking against mine.
My grip on him slips, and my hands drop to fist the sheets. I’m boneless, a pile of goo as Reyes comes, his hips faltering as the last of his orgasm is wrung out of him.
He stares down at me with so much love and happiness written on his face. Can he see the same emotions in mine?
Reyes pulls out of me slowly, taking care not to hurt me. He collapses onto his side next to me, instantly reaching over to drag me against him.
“All good?” he pants.
I smile. “I’m perfect. That was…”
“Perfect,” he whispers.
“Now what?”
“Now we do that again.”
“Really?”
“All night long, mate,” he promises.
I gasp as he rolls me under him again.