“Oh Cor,” I whimpered as he pushed into me, hooking my knees under his arms. He was deep inside me with the first thrust.

I didn’t know what it meant to be claimed by a bear shifter. I didn’t know what any of it meant. What I did know was that I loved him with every breath in my body. I wanted this. I wanted him to fill me. To come so hard I was spilling over with his release. To love me. To give me his baby. I just never imagined we’d make a baby on the Marquis family jet.

He reached behind my head, grabbing pillows and shoved them under my ass. I was lifted in the air as he cock sliced into me at an incredible angle.

“Fuck, princess. You feel so good.”

I smiled at my prince. “Y-yes,” I stammered, overwhelmed with the enormity of our decision.

He wanted a baby with me. Our baby.

He surged in and out as we climbed higher and higher, lost in our euphoria. I couldn’t touch him enough. I wanted to tell him everything he meant to me. Everything our conversation meant, but the only way I could show him was through my body.

“Touch yourself,” he growled. His fangs were still long. They thrilled me with a new kind of rush.

My hands fell to my folds and I separated them as a rush of air washed over my clit. I moaned.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He eyed me hungrily as he pumped in and out, striving to hit farther every time.

My fingers circled my clit and I moaned. There was so much tension coiled in my body. His words had turned me on in a completely different way.

We were making a baby.

I looked in his eyes. His stare devoured me. I panted, strumming over the hard bud. I was soaking wet and massaged the slickness between my slit and to his cock.

Cor took my knees wider. I was fully spread with my hips lifted in the air. He stuffed one more pillow underneath me. I watched in awe as he sucked on two of his fingers. I started to tense, but he shook his head. I knew exactly where those fingers were going.

“Keep your legs spread, princess,” he coaxed. “I need your sweet rosebud and I can’t do that if you close your knees.”

I nodded, waiting with anticipation for the moment his fingers would breach that forbidden zone. His wet fingers began a gentle probe before they plunged deep inside my rosebud.

“Ohh shit,” I screamed.

“Shh,” Cor warned. “And don’t you dare stop playing with yourself. You move your fingers and I’ll move mine.”

I didn’t want that. I loved exactly where his fingers were. My muscles started to adjust and he slid in and out, countering the thrusts from his cock. It was intense and powerful. I found a rhythm and eased into the sensuality of how we were completely connected this way. I didn’t know if this was part of the initiation to being claimed, but I was ok with it, if this was the right of passage.

“So fucking sexy,” he growled.

I strummed my clit harder. He shadowed my moves with his fingers. My orgasm was within reach. I began to circle my bud and Cor started swirling his fingers in a circle at my ass.

“Oh holy shit,” I whispered. “I can’t, Cor. Oh God. I can’t stay quiet.”

I looked up as he grinned, extending his fangs toward my breasts.

“I need to drink from you,” he explained. “Your honey is our cubs’ lifeline. It’s mine too. You are what binds us together as a family. As mates. Once I drink from you, we are sealed.”

I nodded, knowing the orgasm would make me say yes to anything right now.

He lowered his head, slicing across my breast at the tip of my nipple. I started to cry, but suddenly realize it didn’t hurt. It felt like magical bliss dribbling over my breast. I was stunned to see honey covering my skin. Corbin immediately took me in his mouth and sucked until my breast was healed.

I panted in heavy anticipation as his eyes set on the untouched nipple.

“The union is almost complete,” he whispered. “You’re almost mine forever.”

“Please,” I begged. I wanted everything at once. My release and our union.

He pieced my skin and lapped at my breast, inhaling the honey.

But I was lost. I played hard on the nub as he matched my pace, easing his fingers in and out. All this time my knees had fallen wide open and he was driving deep in my pussy. My body was on fire, spiraling, heated and ready.

“Oh I’m going to come,” I cried.

“Me too. Oh fuck,” he grunted. “My sweet mate. Mine.”

And I felt the climax wrap us in a ravishing blaze. The lust in Cor’s eyes turned to complete adoration as he pumped his release deep inside me. I clutched and gripped at him, wanting to savor every drop. We were in our own world. A haze we had made together, while we were focused on making a baby.

He shuddered one last time and groaned.

“Holy shit, that was intense.”

I smiled. “Baby intense?”

He grinned. “Yes. Baby intense. Call me crazy, but I think you’re already pregnant princess. That was only an insurance policy. And now we are united in the eyes of the shifter world.”

I giggled. “I will continue to call you crazy, but there’s just no way.”

But after what we had just experienced together, I realized the window of me not being pregnant was rapidly closing. Cor was on a mission. It was going to happen sooner than later.

He readjusted the pillows and pulled me under the covers with him. His body was warm with sweat. I kissed his chest, smiling at the saltiness of his skin.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen when we land.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “But we’re in this together. No matter what. I love you.”

I ran my hands over his heart. “I love you too.” My eyes were suddenly heavy. I didn’t know how long I could keep them open. The lull of the jet made me sleepy.

My body was soothed and satisfied. The man of my dreams was holding me. And he wanted me to have his baby.