Chapter Nine
Brock held his breath out of fear. He stared at Autumn, wondering what was going through her head. He also wondered if fate could be that cruel. Would Autumn pick her family over him? He tried to imagine a life without his sister or a pack and couldn’t. However, he also knew he would give up everything and everyone to keep his mate.
The question was: would she?
Brock’s spirits plummeted, afraid she had already chosen her family over him. Then she closed the distance between them and captured his lips with her own.
When her tongue peeked out to tease the seam of his lips, he opened to let her in. Their tongues danced together sensually.
He growled an objection when she pulled back, but her chuckle calmed his wolf enough so he could shut up and listen to whatever it was she was about to say.
“Make me your mate, Brock. My place is with you.”
“Are you sure? I want you more than anything in this world, but you’ll be giving up a lot.” He cradled her face in her hands, seeing Autumn’s gaze was filled with desire.
She nodded, not a hint of hesitation present. “I want love, which means I want you. I might be giving up one family, but I was sort of hoping you and I could build our own.”
A lusty growl rumbled from deep within his chest. “The thought of you round with our child makes me hard. How about we start on that family right now?”
As a huge grin spread across Autumn’s face, he didn’t wait another second to act upon her invitation.
He scooped her into his arms and rose, striding across the living room and down the hallway.
“How many pups do you want?”
She bit her bottom lip, as she often did when she was nervous, and asked, “How would you feel about four? Maybe even five?”
Brock tipped her body up so he could give her a deep kiss. “I’ll give you ten if that’s what you want, baby.”
Crossing the threshold of his bedroom, Brock made his way to the bed and gingerly placed Autumn in the center. Not sparing a second, he peeled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. His mate’s breath caught, desire plain on her expression.
Liking the look on her face, he decided to go ahead and strip off his jeans, as well. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she realized he went commando.
Autumn’s eyes widened when his cock sprang free, hard and ready for her. She licked her lips as if she was hungry for him, which was perfect because he was starved for her.
Jeans puddled on the floor, he stepped out of them and padded toward the bed.
Grabbing his cock at the root, he slowly ran his hand up and down the hard stalk, teasing his mate with what she so obviously wanted.
Autumn sat up and stripped off her own shirt, making his dick jump in his grip. Then she sat on his bed proudly, clad in nothing but a barely-there lace bra and jeans. Her hard, little nipples poked against the soft silky fabric, making his mouth water with the need to taste them.
Brock growled in approval. “Unbutton those pants, mate.”
She did as she was told, though she took her sweet time, wiggling and teasing him. She taunted him so much that Brock finally reached over, grabbed the bottom of her jeans, and tugged the clothing down her body. Autumn didn’t even have the chance to fully lower the zipper before her jeans cleared her hips.
Impatient to have her, Brock reached up with both of his hands and ripped her panties right off her, making her gasp.
He watched in fascination as little goosebumps rose near her calves then spread up her legs. The need to taste her increased. He wanted to lick those sensitive little bumps. It was a need he gave in to.
Releasing his cock, Brock climbed on the bed and brought his lips to the inside her knee. He tasted her there; skin sweet like vanilla. Then he ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh until he stopped just short of tasting her pussy.
Autumn moaned with the first touch of his tongue, thrusting her hips up in a silent plea for him to continue.
In a teasing mood, he grabbed her other leg and repeated the process. Except, this time he didn’t stop when he reached the juncture of her thighs.
Her taste exploded across his tongue. Sexy and sweet, just like her. Brock craved more.
Pressing a soft kiss to the seam of her sex’s lips, Brock made love to his woman, licking, nibbling, and suckling her clit.
As Autumn’s moans filled the room, he couldn’t get enough of those delicious sounds.
When he sensed she was close to coming, he stopped, smiling at her pleading whine.
“I’m going to make you scream, lick up your cream, and then claim you. You understand me?”
Autumn nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for Brock.
“Say the words, Autumn. Tell me you want me to make you scream, and then make you mine.”
Her pretty pink lips trembled as she whispered, “Please, Brock. Please make me come, and then make me yours. There’s nothing in the world I want more.”
That was all he needed to hear.
Diving back in, he licked her clit as he speared her with two fingers, pumping them slowly in and out of her tight channel. It didn’t take long until her back bowed, her body locked up. Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers, and her cream bathed his tongue. He lapped it up, loving her taste until the throbbing of his dick could no longer wait to get inside her.
Sliding up her body, he fit the head of his cock to her opening, but waited to enter her. He wanted this to be perfect, and that meant as much contact with his mate’s body as possible. He wanted to feel her curves rubbing all over him as they made love.
His wolf was also anxious and ready to claim their mate.
Entwining their fingers, he raised their hands until they were beside her head, then leaned down and kissed her hungrily.
Pulling back breathless, he asked, “Ready, love?”
“Yes.” Turning her head to the side in a submissive gesture that bared her neck, she said, “Make me yours.”
Brock growled at her response and slid himself into her body, taking his time as he filled her inch by inch. Her velvety warmth surrounded him, and she gasped when their hips met.
Settled between her thighs, Brock adopted a slow, steady rhythm, moving in and out of his lush mate. He rolled his hips, making sure his cock brushed against her G-spot. Autumn moaned at the contact, which fueled Brock’s crazed desire.
“You like that, baby? The way I feel inside you?”
“I love it. Please, more!”
Her eyes started to glow with a slight sparkle. A tingle ran down his spine at the sight. Autumn was already the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but like this, all ethereal-like, she was beyond mesmerizing.
A bit in awe, he murmured, “What’s happening, love? Your eyes …”
Autumn reached up and caressed his face with her fingertips. “You’re bringing my magic to life inside me. I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life. Does it scare you?”
He shook his head. “Fuck no. Everything about you turns me on.”
Brock pulled out until only the tip teased her entrance, and then slammed home once more. He wanted her to feel the ghost of him inside her for days after their mating. Hell, he wanted her to feel him inside her every day of her life, but this first time was important to him.
As he rocked inside of her, Brock noticed in his peripheral vision that items in the room were starting to levitate. Hell, even the bed was shaking a little, and it sure as hell wasn’t from the way he was making love to his mate. He couldn’t be sure, but from the way it swayed, he guessed that the bed just might be floating, as well. It was his turn to get goosebumps as he could see the evidence of Autumn’s power floating all around them. It didn’t stop him one bit.
He gave her slow, steady, hard thrusts until his balls pulled up, eager to unload inside her tight pussy. He would fill her, and they would start the family they both wanted. But before he came, he needed to make this final and permanent between them.
Holding his release, he waited until he could feel Autumn’s muscles tightening around him, her sheath rhythmically milking him as she neared a second release.
Brock leaned down as he growled and licked her neck, readying her for his bite.
Autumn threw her head back, readying herself for his bite. That was all the permission he needed to bind them.
Bending down again, he let his wolf free on the surface, his teeth sliding free of his gums, ready to claim their mate. In one smooth move, Brock bit into her flesh where her shoulder met her neck, marking her his forever.
That was all he—his wolf—needed.
He released her skin and lapped at her torn flesh.
Their connection settled into place and one word leapt to his lips. “MINE!”
Autumn came with his bite, screaming in pleasure-filled agony that Brock felt all the way down to his soul. He could hear stuff hitting the ground as she orgasmed. He even heard the shattering of glass from a picture frame that had floated off his nightstand. None of that distracted him from the euphoria he felt being inside of his mate. The pleasure was too much to bear, too overwhelming to contain, and he finally let himself go. His balls pulsed, and he came, filling her with his seed.
He sealed their hips together and stilled while he fought to catch his breath. He prayed she would get pregnant right away, but part of him looked forward to making love to her repeatedly until she carried his child.
Whatever it took, he would be all the family she ever needed.