Chapter Ten
Xander
Xander unlocked the door and carried Frost through, making sure to lock the door and arm the system. He started toward the stairs and up to their bedroom. Her moan stopped him on the first step as her arousal struck him and he glanced down at her.
Her eyes flashed with desire and her hands fisted the shirt he had hastily donned when he realized that Frost wasn’t asleep next to him, or anywhere in the house for that matter. He knew that her desire matched his own, and now he was free to express his feelings without his own strict restrictions.
She tilted her head toward the solid oak dining room table. “Now, Xander. I can’t wait.”
He nodded, shifting her to one arm so he could reach for two couch pillows, before making his way the short distance. He sucked in a harsh breath when her mouth latched onto his neck and marked his skin with teasing bites and heavy suction. Something about the action made his body heat and his cock press harder against the front panel of his jeans, the denim uncomfortable against his bare skin. When he reached the table, making sure that he didn’t trip over his own feet from the overwhelming sensations rippling through his body at her touch, he laid the pillows on the table. He lowered Frost down until both her head and her hips were cushioned against the softness.
But it seemed gentle wasn’t what his mate was after.
Frost reached for him at the same time she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “If you don’t rip off my clothes and slide your cock deep inside me in the next thirty seconds, I will fuck you on the kitchen floor.”
Xander, sensing that her need had flared during the short distance they’d traveled, did exactly as she asked. It took only a few seconds after she growled for him to make quick work of her clothes. He rubbed his thumb over her clit before moving it lower, finding her wet heat coating his digit. Unable to stay away from her heat, he sank his thumb inside her and growled when she clenched against his flesh. When he removed his slick thumb, he sucked her sweetness off before his hands opened on her hips and pulled her closer. He lined his cock up with her entrance and pressed deep inside, savoring the entire experience, until he was fully seated inside her. His chest heaved with deep breaths and he closed his eyes for a moment, loving that his mate could bring him to the brink with little else than a demand.
He started to thrust at a pace that had her growl at him in frustration, but she felt so good clenched around his cock, preventing him from moving more than several inches at a time.
Frost clawed at his back and drove her hips up to meet his, riding his cock, until she pinned him with her bright blue-green gaze, and he lost all control. His next thrust rattled the table underneath them as the low, nearly obscene moan escaped from her lips. The sound encouraged him to drive harder into her tight, hot pussy and he reached for the edge of the table, giving him enough leverage to hit the exact spot she needed.
He was taken by surprise when her first orgasm struck. She clenched down on his cock so hard that he had to close his eyes and concentrated on his breathing to prevent his impending orgasm from overwhelming him. The mewls and curses that escaped her throat had him clutching the table harder, listening to the creak of the wood under his hands.
The slight pinch from her nails digging into his back sent pleasure straight to his cock and he jumped inside her, drawing another moan from deep in her throat. When she relaxed and slumped back on the table, he shifted his hips back and groaned as she moved her hands to clutch his forearms, pressing her hips up to meet every one of his thrusts. She released the sexiest fucking sound he’d ever heard and he wanted to draw that sound from her for the rest of their existence.
“More, Xander. Fuck me.”
He still held back, gentling his thrusts as he resumed. He noticed that her entire body was shaking, and he didn’t want to do anything that would hurt her.
“Harder. Take me hard.”
Xander trusted Frost to tell him if he was too rough and he didn’t have enough strength to hold back any longer. With his next thrust, he held her hips steady and drove into her until he felt completely absorbed by her. He loved that she clawed his skin and screamed his name as he continued his relentless pounding. He lost himself in the sensations that only his mate, the woman he truly loved, drew from him.
Not relenting, his hips drove forward until she threw her head back and screamed his name. Her second orgasm ripped through her body. Unable to hold off any longer, he closed his eyes and savored the pulsing of his cock deep inside her; he let go and followed her into blissful oblivion.
It took him several minutes to come back to reality and the first thing he spotted was her exposed neck. Her muscles had gone limp and he smiled as he watched her chest heave up and down with deep breaths. He was still burrowed deep inside her, so when he leaned forward and took a long lick where her neck curved near the collarbone, she moaned and clamped down on his still hard cock.
His teeth elongated without a thought, and he bit down, expelling his venom deep in her system. The act drew another long moan from her throat as she clutched him closer. When he felt his venom slow, he readied himself to extract his teeth and lick the wound closed, but Frost tensed and he felt her orgasm wash over his cock as she released for the third time.
Moaning, he removed his teeth slowly and licked the wound closed, before he gathered her into his arms. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m perfect.” Her words were slurred with sleep and she burrowed her face closer to his neck.
“I should have done it sooner. I will never take you for granted again.”
Frost’s energy completely waned and she needed sleep. He remembered the conversation about the last few nights and he vowed to take care of her. He carried her upstairs to their room, pulled back the covers, and laid her gently on the bed. He made his way to the bathroom and, after soaking a washcloth in warm water, brought it back to the bedroom. His blood surged as he roamed over her flushed skin and the smile that tilted up her mouth. He moved the cloth over her with gentle care, before he tossed it through to the open bathroom door and lay down next to her. She cuddled against his side, her head on his chest, as he wrapped her close.
“Next time, you can claim me.”
He ran his fingers over the healed puncture marks that would slowly start to darken over the coming days. But they would always remain. He smiled when she shivered at his touch.
“I would love to.” Her mouth moved on his skin.
“Have you thought about a name for our son?” The surge of happiness that thrummed through his body at the thought of his mate carrying his son wouldn’t dampen any time soon. Frost was everything he would ever want, and now, his son as well.
“Nothing comes to mind.”
“I’ve always been partial to the name Silas. What do you think?”
Frost gasped and with Xander’s hand on her belly, he could feel when the baby moved inside her. But what he hadn’t been expecting was the wave of happiness that struck him a moment later. Frost laughed as Xander looked at her with awe, and they stroked her belly together.
“Well, Silas loves it. Maybe now he’ll let me sleep and leave my bladder alone,” she joked.
Another wave of feeling washed over them. This time it was contentment along with the happiness. Before long, Xander could hear Frost’s deep breathing. And he could’ve sworn that he fell asleep with a smile on his face as sleep claimed him several minutes later.