Chapter 6
Gavin
I ran my hands down her back and cupped her perfect ass. Her cheeks were full and round, filling my hands and then some. I groaned and pulled her closer. I needed more contact, I needed to touch her everywhere.
Her hips were wide, and I couldn’t wait to grip them when she sat on my face, soaking my beard with her honey. Her scent would follow me everywhere.
I kneaded her ass, my hands smoothing down the curves, pulling her closer with every pass.
I couldn’t get her close enough. The hollow, staticky sound that seemed to follow me since the day I turned from my mate disappeared.
I was back in that moment when I first saw her, before I let my fear overtake our fate.
Better than a second chance, this felt like falling in love on fast-forward.
I would never forget the hurt I’d caused her, to both of us, but I’d never let it happen again.
She wound her arms around my neck and stared into my eyes. I let it all out. There was no way she could miss my body’s reaction, and if she couldn’t see the love I held for her, she would feel it.
Her lips crashed onto mine, and I licked at them, teasing, tempting her to open for me.
Serena’s lips parted and she made that noise again, the one that sounded like prey to my bear. It was a sound of pleasure and need.
She needed more of what I gave her. And she was going to get it.
I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto my lap, making sure her legs were around my waist, leaving no room between us.
“Eep!” She pulled back for a moment, and I let my bear growl at her. Fuck. My bear. My fear of her reaction had melted away, and my trust in her magnified when she said she’d give me a chance. She was in. She would accept me. I could feel it.
And then she wriggled on my lap, her hot core rubbing all over me.
I grinned at her. “Like this position, Sunshine?”
She tried to duck her head without answering, but I wasn’t having it.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head. I didn’t know this shy Serena, but I wondered…
I spanked one luscious asscheek, the single crack tempting me to keep going. Especially when her thighs clenched tight around me.
I groaned. I couldn’t be this lucky. I didn’t deserve it. But fuck if I wasn’t going to take it.
“Serena. Answer me. Do you like sitting on my lap?”
She met my gaze. “I love it.”
“Good girl.”
Her sharp inhale at the words led into a full body shiver that vibrated through me.
Her response was an accelerant on my burning need. Do not come. I was ready to blow, but wanted to make this last, needed to give her so much pleasure she would never think of leaving me.
I flexed my hips up into her and took her mouth again. She met my pace and rocked herself closer.
I wanted to shred her clothes, tear down any lingering barriers, and devour her. She was mine, she was perfect, and my beast of a bear was grunting and huffing, ready for me to sink into her balls deep, fangs deep, marking her to the depths of her soul.
She gripped the back of my head, her fingers threaded through my hair, wiggling that ass on my lap and generally making my balls ache for release.
“Sunshine, open your shirt.”
She leaned back, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips more puffy and red than before. It took a second for my command to click, and then she moved her free hand to her shirt, the pink and green plaid pattern an insult to my ancestry, but worse, the flannel material hid her from my sight.
I kept my arm wrapped securely around her waist, so she would feel safe, as she revealed the creamy tops of her breasts, held captive by a pink bra.
I growled, frustrated by the handfasting knot, loose as it was, that prevented me from ripping apart her shirt, and pulling out both tits to bury my face in.
“Let me see you, love.” I kept my voice calm, commanding, nothing like the raging beast I was inside.
She bit her lip and pulled down the cup of her bra, a tight, tawny-pink nipple peeping over the edge of the fabric.
“More.”
She gave a quick glance around, but I already knew we were alone. No matter how loaded by lust I was, I’d never put my mate in danger or risk her privacy.
She was mine, and no other man would ever see her this way.
One quick yank and both breasts spilled out, bouncing with the motion.
“Fuck, yes.” I gently cupped one and swiped my thumb across the peak.
“Gavin, please,” Serena begged.
My mouth watered, and my jaw ached. The urge to sink my fangs in and mark her as my mate grew stronger with each breath.
I kept my hand on her breast, rolling and pinching as I watched her face.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth parted as she panted along with each rasp of my thumb. I dipped my head and tasted the other side. The tip of her nipple was firm under my tongue, and I licked all around, sucking, pulling, nipping.
“Gav–Gavin. I’m going to come like this.”
She sounded shocked, like this was a new experience.
I didn’t stop, but switched sides, giving the same attention to the nipple I’d been pinching.
I pulled my hand down her belly to cup her pussy, the awkward angle no challenge for my need.
She was hot, even through her clothes. I panted into her chest, my bear huffing along with me.
When I slipped my hand inside her panties and met nothing but slick, wet, woman, I let out a grunt of satisfaction.
I wanted to taste her, to savor this moment.
But she made that mewling noise again, and I couldn’t ignore it.
I pushed my fingers down along the slippery edges of her full pussy lips, trapping her clit between them, pressing and rubbing in time with her desperate wiggling on my lap.
The motion helped ease one finger inside her tight heat, and she clamped down on me, hard. I waited a beat, then pushed in another finger, making her moan in my ear.
Between the noises she was making, the heat of her pussy, and the taste of her sweet nipples in my mouth, I was going to have a lap full of my own sticky cum.
“Baby, slow down.”
“I can’t. I want more.”
I huffed a laugh at the whine in her voice. I’d never known her to be like this—and it was my own fault. But I refused to let that hit of well-deserved anger and sadness derail me from my mission. It was my honor to see her in a way no one else had, and no one but me ever would.
I promised her pleasure, and I was going to deliver. Even if it fucking killed me.
I used the liquid gushing from her pussy, rubbing my thumb over her clit, the tight nub pushing back at me. My fingers pumped in and out, the challenges of the tight space between us, the awkward angle from being tied together no deterrent to making my mate come.
Her already tight channel clamped like a vise, and I grunted with the effort to keep the pace smooth and claw-free as I pulled my fingers up to hit the spot she needed.
Serena’s eyes met mine, wide and bright.
What I saw made me tighten my jaw with the effort to hold on to my own orgasm. This was more than sex, this was a mating of two souls. And hers was in her eyes, shining with the same love I had in mine.
Her free hand was in my hair tugging and pulling me down.
My fangs descended as I ran my beard along her jaw to her throat, kissing, licking, and nipping on the way to the tender flesh where her shoulder met her neck.
She rocked harder against me, her cries of pleasure getting louder, her grasp on my body and my heart gripping tighter. It was time to make this real, to go all in.
“That’s a good girl, let go for me, Serena,” I said. As she started to explode, my bear surged forward, my fangs piercing her creamy skin, my need to mark my mate locked to the way her body shattered around me.
She screamed my name, and I held her tight to me as she shuddered in my arms.
I licked at the shallow bite marks, twin dots of red that would heal within minutes. The permanent mate mark went deeper and took longer to heal. This was more of a promise of the mark to come.