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Bowie turned Mitzi within his arms, breaking the lock that her legs had around his hips and turning her to face the wall. His breath was against her cheek as she turned her head and urged him on, and he fisted his cock in his hand and guided it to the entrance of her channel as she spread her legs wider and pushed her backside out to accept him as deep as she could take him.

Mitzi wasn’t disappointed as Bowie thrust his thick cock inside of her. His huge hands covered hers as she palmed the tiles, and with another thrust he was buried to the hilt as her inner walls squeezed around his girth, welcoming him, and trying to keep him right where she needed him.

Bowie bit out a curse at the tightness that sheathed his cock. Damn, she felt like home, like he’d found his heaven and he never wanted to be anywhere but with her.

He dragged his cock back to the very tip and buried it to the hilt once more. She was a Goddess, all soft and welcoming, all curves and enticing, all his, forever.

Mitzi wasn’t the shy retiring type, she knew what she wanted from him to satisfy the need within her and she wasn’t afraid to make her feelings known. Hell, he could have found his happily ever after on her words alone, but everything about her demanded satisfaction from him, and there was no way in hell that he was ever going to disappoint her.

His hips gathered speed, slapping against the fleshy curves of her backside as his blunt teeth bit down on the tempting skin of her shoulder where his beast was baying to mark her.

His thick cock was creating the kind of friction inside of her that made her inner muscles tighten around him of their own volition, and she was ripening towards her first orgasm.

The heady growl that rumbled through her chest urged him on, and Bowie felt his beast push forward within him, rising up to the point where it would no longer be denied.

His fangs elongated in his gums and he licked down the soft, smooth skin of her shoulder and growled his need to claim her. Mitzi returned that growl, along with a few choice words that had him pounding inside of her like his damn life depended on it.

Her fingers curled against the tile, and his curled around them. She bit out his name, over and over with each deep thrust until she caught her breath and waited for the fireworks to explode within her.

A heartbeat later and she was seeing those explosions on the backs of her eyelids as every inch of her body pulsed with the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her. Wave after wave lashed her body, and through the pleasure, she felt the pain of his fangs slice into her flesh and drag down through her skin as he marked her as his.

That pain mixed with the pleasure and heightened her body to the point where she was climbing once more. Mitzi heard her mate speak to her in the depths of her very soul as they bonded together.

They moved as one body riding the pleasure, one soul, forever joined.

Bowie licked over her wound, cleaning and sealing it into her skin, before the fever of need took over is mind, body and soul. One strong arm wrapped around her waist and his fingers moved down between her legs to that sensitive nub of flesh that was so damn potent that she whimpered to add to the rumble of a growl in her chest.

His hips were pounding against her backside, his cock was devouring her channel, and his clever fingers were creating the perfect storm deep within her body.

Bowie’s growl was like tossing fuel on the bonfire if her insanity. She was racing right back up to the edge of the abyss and he was joining her.

Bowie felt as if every muscle and sinew in his body was about to explode, rip apart, but he didn’t care. He locked his knees in place, braced his weight, and loved her to oblivion.

Mitzi growled long and hard as her inner muscles tried to clamp around his cock and that perfect friction ate her up and demanded that she come undone around him. She obliged.

Bowie felt her inner muscles milking his cock for his seed and let himself go. He buried his cock to the hilt inside of her and roared as the orgasm tore him apart and tossed sanity to the four winds.

Over and over, he buried his length deep and gave her everything that he had to give.

One.

Mated.

Bonded for life.

She was his and he was hers and he was going to fight with everything that he had to be the man that his woman deserved.

 

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“What’s that?” Roland asked, trying to look over his mate’s shoulder as she blocked him as best she could by moving from side to side at the kitchen counter.

“I fancied a little snack,” Maggie tossed back defensively, and from the sound of her tone he thought that she was being a little too evasive. She was hiding something alright.

“Good, you need to eat, but what is it?” Roland went to sniff the air.

“I wouldn’t do that sniffy thing, Joshua just had his nappy changed and it was fully loaded,” she tossed back, ducking and diving as he tried to see around her.

Roland grunted. He’d made the mistake of sniffing the air last night and truly regretted it. He didn’t know what Mitzi was feeding that baby, but they weren’t going to feed their kid that stuff.

“So, what’s the damn snack?” he grumbled.

“Fine,” Maggie sighed, moving to the left and letting him see the box that she’d been hiding. A satisfied chuckle rumbled out of Roland. “Oh, hush up,” she grumbled.

“Pop tarts?” He chuckled harder.

“This is your fault…”

“Those aren’t fruit, you know,” he teased.

“But they taste so good…” she whined.

“Everything is good as long as you eat other stuff too,” he teased her, shooting her words back at her from one of the long lectures that she’d delivered to him about his food choices.

“I like them.” Maggie shrugged.

“And you shall have all the tarts you want,” he said, reaching around her on either side of her body and opening the packet before dropping it in the toaster.

“Two,” Maggie said and he chuckled some more.

“Two for you. Oh, how the righteous have fallen.”

“Shut up.” She grumbled.