The mental picture he painted worked wonders on Sophie, her pussy became so slick, she could feel the drips trickling down her legs. Her pussy quivered thinking of his thick cock pounding into her.

“Cage… Cage, fuck me, please!” she cried out.

“Anything you want, my love,” he said, fitting the tip of his cock against her wet hole and plunging forward to the hilt. Seated deep inside her, Cage let his head fall back as he grabbed Sophie’s hips and tugged her roughly against his own.

“You feel like heaven, honey.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Take me Cage, make me yours.”

“You already are mine, Sophie,” he answered, as he started to move his hips. Long deep thrusts, dragging his thick cock against all of her sensitive tissues.

Sophie was stretched in all the right ways. She loved Cage’s thick cock, it felt like it was made just for her. “Give me more,” she whispered to him.

“You can have all of me, my love,” he swore, as he let himself go, instinct taking over as his body moved in an ancient rhythm. Feeling his bear trying to take over, he allowed the beast to creep just into his psyche. His nails elongated and they dug into her hips, not breaking the skin but keeping her where he wanted. He knew his bear wanted out, but he couldn’t allow that. Cage felt his back muscles grow as he swelled, his muscles building, but he kept his bear back.

His voice deepened as he pounded into her calling out her name, “Sophie, my Sophie.”

Reaching around her waist, Cage pulled her up against his chest as he continued pounding into her wet heat. Sliding a hand down to her clit, he rubbed and tweaked it driving her higher and higher. “My girl, so good.” He continued working her until she was twisting and grinding back at him.

“Cage, I can’t wait, I’m so close,” she whimpered.

“Give it to me, Sophie,” he ordered, squeezing her clit between his thumb and finger. Thrusting deep, he felt the beginning of her orgasm tightening down on his cock. As she let out the first scream of pleasure, Cage bit down on the soft spot between her shoulder and neck. The sweet blood drenched his tongue, her essence melding with his.

The moment his teeth pierced her skin Sophie exploded in a pleasure that left her mind blanking. She could only feel the sharp delicious pain and pleasure from the bite and Cage’s cock claiming her. Her body arching back against Cage, driving him deeper inside her. Her pussy clenched around his thick length, convulsing with wave after wave of hot electricity.

Sophie’s world started to grey around the edges as her screaming moans wouldn’t allow her to draw in a deep breath. Cage’s arms tightened around her, holding her against him as he continued driving deep into her. “You’re mine forever now, Sophie, mine.”

He licked over his bite as he dug his nails in, tightening his hold. Sucking on the mark, he let himself claim his mate in every way. The strength of the first spurt of cum jetting out of him shocked him with its intensity. He could feel the hot cream coating Sophie, marking her as his. “My mate, my love,” he called as the last stream of cum bathed her womb. He could only hope his cubs would soon be growing inside her.

Curling around her, he gently laid her down on the blanket. Keeping his cock deep inside her, he wrapped his legs around his mate and rocked her gently. Sophie soaked in his heat and his love. The bite and his cum inside felt like a sealed union. She felt different, more connected to Cage than she was before, even when she thought her heart couldn’t hold anymore love for him. But somehow now it was bigger, the vastness so overwhelming she felt outside under the stars would be the only place they could exist.

“Are you okay?” Cage whispered, kissing along her arms and shoulder. Licking over the bite again, soothing it for her.

“I’m perfect, Cage, truly,” she said, looking up to the stars.

“You know, I’ll never give you up now. We are meant to be together, the fates have decreed it.”

“Well the fates aside, you better marry me unless you want to meet a very angry, possibly lethal, English woman in the form of my mother.”

Leaning up to cup her face, Cage looked into her eyes to see if she was serious. “You want to get married?”

“Well, I realize being mates is as bonded as anyone can get, but call me old fashioned, it seems the thing to do,” she said with a slightly embarrassed shrug. God, what if he didn’t want to marry her? She immediately wanted to crawl into a hole. Pulling her eyes away from his, she tried to think of something else to say.

“Sophie, look at me,” he ordered, cupping her chin and guiding her eyes back to his. “Will you marry me?”

“Don’t tease, Cage,” she said, trying to turn away again.

“I’m serious, honey. You are my everything. Tell me you’ll be my wife, my mate and the mother to my cubs. Make me the happiest man on earth.”

Looking for the truth in his words, she saw the yellow glint in his eyes glow. Like his bear was showing her he was serious and he was behind his declaration. Man and bear wanted her bound to them in every way possible.

Seeing the truth, Sophie let a blinding smile pour over her face. Seeing Cage smile back at her, matching her joy, she said, “Of course, I’d be proud to marry you.”

Bringing his mouth down for a soul sealing kiss, Cage let his bear roar happily inside telling the world he’d found The One.