Chapter 21
Mmmmm, I love when I wake up warm and comfy.
My cheek rises and falls with the rhythm of Don’s breathing.
I hum to myself, basking in my mate’s closeness.
I’m getting the best sleep lately, and it all stems from Don being present.
I just sleep better when he’s next to me.
It’s like his presence keeps the dreams away, and my mind can actually rest along with my body.
Don stirs, and I tighten my arms around him, not wanting to move just yet.
His hips shift and roll us both over without warning. One second I’m lying on top of him, the next, I’m underneath him. I have no objections. I definitely like where this is going. I look into his smiling face, and I can’t seem to keep the butterflies in my stomach at bay.
This man has my whole heart.
“Sleep well?”
I stretch, purposefully rolling my hips into his while I run my hands down his sides, gliding along the ridges and valleys of his muscles. “Yes, I always sleep better with you near.”
My hands reach his lower back, and I glide them up along his muscles, scraping my nails lightly, causing him to shudder and groan with pleasure.
His eyes are closed, his neck arching slightly, grinding his hips into the apex of mine. I pause my exploration of his body but keep my hands at his shoulders.
When he opens his ocean blue eyes, I see the desire written plainly, but there is something else there I can’t put my finger on. He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, leaning down to kiss me.
I want to wake up like this every morning.
Mmmmm, that can be arranged, baby.
His kiss and response sparks the hunger that is already slowly building, and I moan as his tongue enters my mouth.
It strokes against mine, matching the strokes of his pelvis, long and languid.
Pressing up against me, stokes the heat of my desire even higher.
He breaks the kiss, too soon in my opinion – I could spend hours kissing him.
He makes me want to make out like a horny teenager, and I’m not mad about it.
Our breathing is heavy, our chests brushing up against each other’s, my nipples hardening at the friction.
“We have on too many clothes,” I tell him as I attempt to shimmy out of mine.
Grinning, he helps me out of them until I’m naked under him.
He looks up and down my body, and if I didn’t see the undeniable hunger in his gaze, it would totally make me self conscious.
But the way he takes in all my curves, how my softness draws him in, and how he groans as he zeroes in on my chest— Yeah I have nothing to be self conscious about with Donovan.
At least not where my body is concerned…
With his hands and his mouth, he worships them. My gasps and moans guide his movements. His hands knead them as his mouth continues lavishing my breasts. His boxer brief clad hardness grinds firmly against my dripping pussy, making me realize he isn’t naked. He really needs to be naked.
“Don…please,” I groan as he bites my nipple then soothes the sharp sting with his tongue.
He lets go of my hardened peak and looks up at me. His eyes are so bright, his beast so close to the surface.
“I need you naked. I need you inside me.”
He leans up to strip off his briefs but pauses as he looks down. Wondering why he is staring at his crotch, I prop myself up on my elbows to look down. Like a cold bucket of water, embarrassment washes over me. Oh fuck, Oh shit! Nooooooooo. Fuck my life!
“Oooooh nooooo. I’m so sorry!”
I want to bury myself under the covers and not come out.
Blood is streaked across the front of his white boxer briefs. I freaking started my period. I flop back onto the bed and cover my face with my hands. I’m mortified.
As I’m wallowing in embarrassment, I hear Don chuckle darkly. The bed shifts, and his hands grasp mine, pulling them gently away from my face. “Hey, it’s ok. A little blood isn’t going to stop me from fucking you.”
My mouth drops open.
Did I hear him right? He doesn’t care that I’m bleeding?
A very primal growl escapes his throat.
“Did you forget I’m a carnivore, baby? I’ll lick, suck, and fuck your pussy, and not even a little blood is going to stop me.”
I go from horrified to molten hot in an instant. The speed at which he went from sweet to downright filthy is awe-inspiring and makes me ravenous.
I’m transfixed as his tongue swipes across his upper lip. He stares at my red tinted wetness, his chest rumbling with desire. He rips that final layer of clothing off and gets comfortable between my thighs.
I weakly protest; I still am not sure how I feel about him eating me out while I’m bleeding. Hot in theory, but in actuality I’m still on the fence. My protest falls on deaf ears as he proves his point by licking the entire length of my pussy. Oh my god.
My toes curl as my moans intermix with Don’s hungry groans and growls. His tongue thrusts deep into my core over and over, wringing cries from my lips.
My fingers grip the sheets, and my thighs try to clamp down around him, but he has pinned me down thoroughly.
His eyes meet mine as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My mouth gapes open in a silent cry as my body bows with the force of my climax.
Donovan doesn’t even wait for me to come down; he lunges up and thrusts his cock deep into me, groaning as his hips become flush with mine.
His long tongue licks the remnants of my climax from around his mouth.
God why is that so fucking sexy?
My beast is urging me to dominate our mate, and in this we are in agreement. My biceps and shoulders flex as I bring her hips higher onto mine, and I grip her ass tight as I pound into her.
Goddess, she feels so tight, and she is soaking me.
The scents of her pleasure mixed with iron brings me into a frenzy that only her tight heat can cure.
When I tasted her sweet nectar mixed with her blood, it took everything in me to not explode with that first taste.
Never have I tasted something so delicious.
The fact that she lingers on my tongue makes my pleasure reach higher than I thought possible.
This female is wrecking me, and I never want her to stop.
Seeing her tight pink pussy taking my entire length makes me growl. She was made for me.
“Goddess, baby, you take me so fucking well.”
Her sweet cries spur my thrusts on. I need to feel her clench tightly around me.
I need to feel her cum all over my cock.
I’m barely hanging on, but I need to feel her cum one more time.
I know she is close from the way her muscles tighten and those sweet cries she makes.
Reaching down, I rub her clit in tight circles, helping her climb to her peak faster.
My hips speed up, and the force of my hips meeting hers makes her beautiful breasts sway. Goddess, I love her breasts.
“Don, I’m gonna cum, please.”
Her cries are the sweetest fucking sounds that I have the pleasure of hearing. With a final brutal thrust we climax together. I roar as I fill her to the brim.
When my breathing is under control, and I can stand being out of her body, I get up and walk to the bathroom. I wet a cloth, cleaning myself off, and rumbles of pride escape me as I see the evidence of my mate’s pleasure on my shaft and thighs. Fucking perfection.
Throwing the used cloth into the sink, I wet another and go clean my mate.
As I approach Kinley’s sprawled body, I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face.
She has hardly moved since I got up. Her beautiful body is on perfect display, our collective releases coating her inner thighs.
It almost makes me want to throw away the wash cloth and clean her with my tongue.
Her breathing has slowed, her eyes slitted, perfectly content to just lay on the bed while I gently clean her.
“Did I make a big mess?” Kinley mumbles.
I chuckle as I peer down at the mess we have made all over the sheets. “We made a mess, but it’s fine. Nothing that can’t be cleaned.”
That makes her groan and sit up. She scoots herself back until her back rests on the pillow up against the headboard. She frowns down at the sheets, “Don, it looks like we murdered someone on the bed.”
“No, it doesn’t. There would be way more blood.”
She grumbles under her breath as she gets up, going to take a drink out of the bottle of water by the TV stand. As she passes me, I can’t resist the temptation, I swat her bare ass, watching it jiggle with delight. Goddess, I love her body.
As she drinks, she eyes the bed, choosing to ignore that I smacked her ass.
“Well, at least we know I’m not pregnant since we are both awful at remembering to use protection.”
Her words make me pause. Shit, have I really not talked to her about this? I go over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“We don’t need to worry about that.”
She whips her head up to me, smacking me in the face with her hair. “We certainly do!”
“I keep forgetting that you don’t know these things, but for one I’ll be able to smell when you’re fertile. And two, you’re Clan…females don’t cycle every month.”
Her mouth gapes open, then she scoffs at me, “Then why do I have a period every month? And don’t you think that is something we should have discussed? I can’t keep track of all the things I should know but don’t!”
I don’t know about that one, but now that she mentioned it, there is something else I need to tell her. I spin her around so she’s facing me, my hands grasping her hips. Kneading her soft flesh as I lean down and kiss her tenderly.
“Alright, how about this one? I love you, Kinley.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops slightly, then her lips draw into a line and the bottom one quivers the tiniest bit.
“You love me?” Her voice is small and unsure. I don’t like that she has doubts, so I continue.
“Love doesn’t seem big enough for what I feel for you. My very soul craves you. My heart beats for you alone. The threads of my very existence glow and pulse with the sweetest symphony all because of you. You are my everything. Of course I love you.”
Moisture gathers in her eyes before she throws her arms around my neck.
Moving my hands, I boost her up by cupping her ass, and she grips my waist with her thighs.
My beast knickers in my mind in agreement with my words.
She really is all of that and so much more.
My heart would cease to beat without her.
Burying her face in my neck, she whispers, “I love you, too. I thought I was going crazy. I’ve never been in love before – the very thought always terrified me. With you everything feels so big, and all these feelings, they honestly scare me to death.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed, keeping her pressed against me, not willing to give up any space between us.
“No, baby, you’re not going crazy.” I stroke her back, cradling her on my lap. “You can feel it in our bond, just like I can. Don’t doubt yourself.”
She lets out a deep breath that tickles across my skin.
Her hands play with the hair at the back of my neck.
I feel the moment she looks within at our bond, the brush of her mind gentle and sweet.
Looking deep within herself, she feels along our mate bond.
It is truly a beautiful thing that I never thought I would ever experience.
Mate bonds are not a common thing anymore, and I will thank the Goddess every day that she gifted me mine.
Kinley continues to mentally brush against our bond.
She is just as much in awe of it as I am.
The threads are intricately woven, glittering with love, desire, and so much more.