Chapter 10
LEYTON
Having my mate in bed with me was all I ever wanted. It didn’t matter what state or town I was in as long as Evette was with me. She was my home now. But I still loved knowing that we would be headed back to my pack tomorrow.
I was more than up to celebrating the decision. Especially since nothing was sexier than her wearing one of my old white T-shirts, falling just above her knees. I didn’t know if she had anything underneath it as she slid under the covers, but I sure as fuck was going to find out.
Her glasses were off, and her long hair fell down her back. Slowly, I first let my fingers run through the silky strands. She sighed, leaning back into me, the shirt riding up her thighs.
I might not have been able to see her under the covers, but I could feel the warm, bare skin against my leg.
“You aren’t wearing anything under my shirt, are you, baby?” I murmured, running my hand down her back before cupping her bare ass between us.
She squealed. “I hope that’s okay.”
I continued massaging her ass between my palms. “It’s more than okay with me. But I hope you realize that this makes me want to fuck you even more than I already did. Which was a hell of a lot since just being near you is a serious test of my self-control.”
She wiggled her ass. “That’s what I was hoping.”
That was all the urging I needed. Pulling her closer, I let my tongue trail down her neck and to her bare shoulder, where the oversized shirt had fallen off. She squirmed under my touch as I licked her mating mark.
“How do you already know how to drive me so crazy?” she murmured, reaching back and gripping my hair between her fingertips. “It’s not fair.”
“Because I love pleasing my mate. So I watch every inch of your gorgeous body for any hint of what kind of touches you enjoy the most.”
She stilled and looked over her shoulder, those bright eyes blinking slowly. “I feel like this should be a two-way street. I should try pleasing you, too.”
The thought of my gorgeous mate on her knees for me had my cock harder than it had ever been. “I’m game for anything you’d like to try.”
Evette smiled, turning around to face me. Then her hands slid below the covers, skimming over my abs and down to the waistband of my boxer briefs. She kept her eyes on mine as her small hands wrapped around my cock, pumping slowly.
“Does this feel good?” she asked.
I moaned. “Any time you touch me feels amazing, baby.”
“I’ve never done this, so I want to make sure I’m doing a good job,” she said softly as she slid lower.
I watched as she moved the covers with her body and then slowly peeled down my boxers.
Sliding onto my back, she hovered over me, licking her lips as she looked down at my hard cock then back to my gaze.
“So do I just put my mouth on it? Do you like it licked? Sucked?” she asked, moving her hands around my cock and pumping slowly.
“I’m not sure, baby. This is all new to me too, remember?” I reminded her.
The smile she beamed at me was almost blinding. “Yeah, I know. You’re all mine just like I’m all yours.”
I fucking loved it when she said shit like that. “Which means there is no wrong way for you to give me a blow job. Lick, suck, put your mouth on me. It’s all going to drive me wild.”
She took me into her mouth, and I had to clench my fist to maintain some level of control because it felt too damn good.
“Yeah, keep doing that and suck on the tip,” I murmured, putting my hand lightly on the top of her head.
She slowly bent over, her warm breath tickling the head of my cock before she wrapped her soft lips around it. Then she bobbed up and down, licking me like I was the most delicious popsicle.
“That’s it, baby. Jerk me off while you suck,” I whispered, resting my hands on either side of her head.
She moved her hands faster, working my shaft in the same rhythm as she bobbed her head and sucked hard. My legs twitched, and I knew I was close. So I slowly pulled her head back, making sure not to hurt her.
She popped off my cock, her eyes wide. “Was that not good?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Good doesn’t even begin to describe how that felt. It was perfect. But if I’m going to come, I need it to be in that sweet pussy of yours.”
She smiled as I sat up and leaned forward, reaching underneath her shirt, already feeling the wetness pooling between her legs. Her breath quickened as I hooked one finger inside her. Then I added another, swirling them both as her body bucked to meet my hand.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. I love watching you. Come for me. All over my fingers.”
Her thighs shook as she pushed harder against me before exploding her sweet juices all over my hand. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as I let out a guttural groan before pushing her back on the bed.
I didn’t want to hurt her, and by the way she laughed, I knew that she was more than fine. But just to make sure, I kissed a trail down her thigh. “I love this pussy so much, baby.”
“Keep saying sweet stuff like that after talking dirty, and my body won’t know if I’m supposed to swoon or come,” she warned, a teasing glint in her green pools.
“Come now. Swoon later,” I grunted.
Smiling into her wet center, I ran my tongue over her folds, lapping up her sweet juices. She gripped the sheets, bucking her hips closer to my face, and I knew she was close. Swirling a finger inside her, I sucked hard onto her clit, relishing in her soft moans as she came hard on my face.
Lapping up every last drop of her, I kissed a trail up to her mouth, letting her taste her own saltiness on my tongue.
I could have spent all night kissing her, but my cock—and my desire to get her pregnant with my cub—was an overwhelming need.
My mate loved babies, and I couldn’t wait for her to be round with ours.
“I want to see your body swollen with my baby. Do you want that too, Evette?” I asked, whispering into her lips.
“Yes, Leyton. Fill me. Please.”
I groaned, tossing her onto her back before ripping the white shirt off her. She gasped but quickly stopped when my tongue wrapped around her nipple.
“Now, what am I going to do without a shirt?” she giggled.
“I’ve got more. I have whatever you need. Forever.”
“Forever,” she murmured back, gripping my shaft.
“Let’s make a baby,” I whispered, pressing the head of my cock against her swollen pussy.
She greedily pushed forward, enveloping me in her wet heat.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I murmured, pumping slowly inside her.
“So do you,” she whispered before crushing her lips to mine.
I gripped her hips, matching her movements as I continued to massage her tongue with mine.
Something was different about this time. She knew she was my mate when I took her the first time and had even asked me to mark her. But this…this was making love.
With each movement, my entire body felt like it was on fire.
Her sweet little moans broke apart our kisses, and I felt her pick up the pace underneath me.
“So close,” she whimpered.
“Let me help you with that.” Reaching between us, I pressed my thumb to her swollen clit as I continued pumping in and out of her.
“Yes! Oh yes! YES,” she screamed, her body rocking against mine as I felt her wetness pooling out of her and onto my cock and thighs.
“Now give me another. I want you to open up so I can fill you with my come,” I commanded, picking up the pace of my movements as I added another finger to rub her swollen clit.
Her eyes widened as she gripped hard onto my shoulders. I kept my heated gaze locked on hers as I felt my body shudder.
“I love you, Evette,” I moaned as I spilled inside her, finally giving voice to the three little words that I had felt since the moment I laid eyes on her.
It might not be the most romantic way of sharing my feelings with my fated mate, but she didn’t seem to mind the timing of my spontaneous confession.
“And I love you, Leyton,” she cried, her wetness coating me.
I pushed a few more times into her, making sure she was able to milk every last drop of come from my cock. Looking down at our sweaty bodies, still attached, I ran my hand over her belly, tracing the line of freckles.
“I hope our cubs have these,” I whispered.
She giggled. “My freckles?”
“Yeah. They were one of the first things I noticed about you.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
“I hope they have your smile,” she said softly, running her fingers up and down my arms.
“Fate willing, we’ll be holding them in our arms in the not-so-distant future,” I said, leaning down and kissing her flat stomach.
“Soon,” she agreed.