Chapter Eleven
Russell
I was so ready to be Jameson’s in all ways. So much had changed in the time I’d been back. I was still kicking myself for not seeing what Jameson had been offering that night at my window. Maybe neither of us had been ready. The reasons didn’t matter in the long run. All that mattered was us—together—now.
“Let’s go,” he whispered in my ear before scooping me up. I didn’t need to ask where we were going.
Unlike in the days of old when mating was a semi-spectator sport and arranged matings were for the entire pack to witness, mating was a private, and, in this case, love-filled time. We were heading to his bedroom—our bedroom. The place where we would say all of our good mornings and all of our good nights. The place where we would snuggle up on cold nights and throw the blankets on the floor when we got each other all sweaty. The place where we would share our dreams and comfort each other’s worries.
As he placed me gently on the bed, a glimpse of his worry broke through his facade of calm. He wasn’t worried about me being his mate, of this I was sure. Whatever it was, was long gone and replaced by lust the second I removed my shirt. Talking would probably have been the better route to go, but between his scent, my wolf, and the building anticipation, all I could think about was getting good and naked with him.
I reached forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, yanking him to me. I needed to feel his weight on me, his warmth. Our lips collided as he took my hint. It wasn’t a sweet leisurely kiss, the kind I imagined we’d spend many hours indulging in. No, this kiss had all the heat we’d been feeling all day, and before I knew it, I was squirming underneath him, needing more.
“Not very patient, are you, little wolf?” He chuckled as he broke our kiss, his lips moving to my ear and then nibbling a path down my neck.
“You are anxious for me to mark you here, aren’t you?” He bit into my shoulder right where his mark would be, and I groaned in desire.
“Yes,” I panted. “I want your mark—I need your mark—show the world I am yours.” I wiggled under him, reaching down to grab his shirt which was still on. It needed gone.
He took the hint, removing his shirt before working on the button of my jeans. As he unzipped me, I flexed my hips up and started to push them down, his skin against mine, the only thought in my head.
“Impatient as I am, I see.” He helped me in my endeavor and as he climbed back up, I reached for his jeans.
“No clothing. Nothing between us.” Sentences just weren’t going to happen.
“So handsome,” was all he said as he took me in with his eyes while fumbling with his pants. “So perfect. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“All yours,” I agreed as he kicked off his jeans. “Kiss me,” I pleaded.
“Every day for our always.” He climbed back up between my legs, his mouth finding mine, our bodies pressed together so both of our cocks touched, but barely. It wasn’t enough.
My hands slunk down to cup his ass before my legs wrapped around him, holding him to me as we kissed. My human side wanted to take this leisurely, to have every moment in slow motion so I could savor them as they flitted by. The wolf in me demanded I claim him, my teeth already descending and accidentally nipping his lip, the taste of iron tickling my tongue, the reassurance he was my true mate filling all of my wolf’s senses.
“Your wolf is ready.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and any embarrassment I had over getting too worked up before we began fled. “I think we should do something about that.”
His hand reached between us, and his fingers glided over the side of my erection before going further and finding my slick. “So ready for me, too.” His finger circled my hole before breaching the muscle and filling me only a fraction of how I needed to be filled, and I bucked into him.
“I need your knot in me.”
He ignored my pleas, instead kissing his way down my neck and to my chest as he continued to work my hole with one finger—then another. His tongue came out, swiping across my nipple before giving it a little tug with his teeth, sending shivers through me. He took that as the good sign that it was and repeated it on the other nipple before going back to the first then adding a third finger.
“Now,” I screamed in pleasure as he rotated his fingers just right. “Please.”
Jameson removed his fingers before lining himself up against my hole.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m begging you, and my body is crying out for you.” He perplexed me with his question.
“But this is more than sating our wolves. This is us pledging our always and forevers. I have been waiting for you to see me since I can remember. It has always been you for me—it always will be.”
His words touched me so deeply, my eyes teared up.
“Oh, sweet sexy wolf, there will never be anyone but you. You are my protector, my friend, my provider, my confidant, and my lover. You are my chosen father for my firstborn and will be the father of all my future children. You are mine whether you mate me now or make me suffer for years proving my worth. You. Are. Mine.”
“I love you.” His voice cracked with emotion as he slid into me, making us one.
He brought his face to mine kissing away the happy tears I’d shed one at a time as he moved inside me. Slowly at first, his speed increasing as we each got closer and closer to climax.
My jaw ached as I tried to hold back my canine, which were fully extended and ready to mark the man that was put on this earth just for me. When I could no longer take it anymore, I sank them into his shoulder, the taste of his blood tickling my tongue just as his teeth sank into my skin, and both of us climaxed, he inside of me, his knot already growing, and my cum spilling between us.
As we collapsed into a puddle of sweat, his knot connecting us, a kind of joy I’d never experienced before filled me. He was mine for always.
“I love you., we both managed to say at the same time.
“Was it okay?” And that was when his insecurity, the emotion that flashed across his eyes and I’d pushed down earlier became clear. I was his first, but he was not mine. I’d never change that night all those years ago for it gave me Ollie, but that didn’t mean a large part of me didn’t wish Jameson was my one and only.
“Oh, sexy mate, you have no idea the things you do to me. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined mating could be this magical. I feel complete in a way I never have before, sated in a way I didn’t think possible, and my wolf is freaking purring like a damn cat inside me. There was nothing okay about what just happened. Every single moment of it was pure magic.” I kissed him soundly, showing him with my mouth just how true those words were.
“I have a confession,” Jameson said after our kiss ended and we lay there wrapped in each other’s arms. “I keep thinking about how amazing it would be if I gave you a pup tonight.”
“I would like that, too, but if not, it just means we will have to keep on doing what we just did with one exception.” I tapped his nose. “Next time, I want to taste you first.”
“You keep talking like that, I am going to be knotted to you forever,” he joshed.
“Works for me.”