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My knot keeps us locked together, not that I would have left her right now, even if that wasn’t the case. I press my lips to the side of her neck, nuzzling her there as she works to catch her breath.
A low, pleased rumbling goes through my chest – a sound of deep and instinctual satisfaction.
I did it; I claimed my mate. My mate.
We laid like that for some time, silent. Emma's slender little fingers stroke my back as I press lazy kisses into her skin, just breathing in her scent. Her lovely scent of wildflowers and honeysuckle. It’s sweeter now, after the mating. Because of the mating? The languid thought makes my chest rumble again.
“You came in me...” she murmurs.
The words pull me from my pleasant thoughts. I nip at her skin by my mouth. “Yes, because you’re my mate.”
The lust of haze settles over me, but I have enough of my senses to pull back, to look at her face.
“Is that all right?” I ask.
Emma looks back at me with wide eyes, then nods, a little smile coming to her face. “Yeah, that’s all right.”
She looks almost shy about it, and I can’t help but lean forward and kiss her full on the mouth.
My knot had finally deflated enough to where I can pull it out of her. Once I do, she moans at the sensation. Her legs try to close, but as I sit back between her thighs, I keep a hand on her leg, keeping them open so I can see her pretty little pussy.
Her cunt is swollen and pink and my seed immediately starts to leak out of her, sliding down her pale thighs. The sight alone makes me suddenly ravenous.
My hand on her leg shifts to her hip, pulling her closer as I lean down. I lick her core, lapping up the mess I made. I’m rewarded with my mate’s little shivers and the catch of her breath.
“Fuck... I’m so sensitive there...”
I look up from her pussy to smirk at her, proud. I made her sensitive. I claimed my mate. Bred my mate. Mine. All mine.
And my little mate is a sight to behold: eyes half-lidded with lust and satisfaction, chestnut hair tousled from the rough claiming.
I leave the bed, reluctant to be parted from her, but my instincts war between the need for closeness and the need to take care of her. When I return to her, it’s only a moment later, and I have a clean washcloth for her sensitive skin.
“Let me take care of you, Bunny.”
Slowly, I clean up the skin I just tasted, wiping away her wetness and my seed that dares escape her body. I part her folds, to clean her, nothing more, or so I tell myself.
But, I can’t help but explore and touch my mate’s most intimate areas now that the frenzy of desire has lessened, and she lets me.
I’m careful as I clean her there, taking extra care around her sensitive clit. It’s swollen and red and she twitches as the cloth goes over it, before sighing. More of my seed leaks out of her and I clean that up too.
I feel her eyes on me and raise my own to meet her’s.
“You’re mine, Bunny,” I tell her.
My surprise at the intensity of my own words is echoed on her face. But then her cheeks turn as pink as her cunt.
“Yours,” she agrees.
I smile, kiss her forehead, and then climb into bed beside her, intent to simply bask in this beginning of forever.
10
Emma
Days have passed since the poacher incident, and I find myself experiencing a level of happiness I hadn't known before.
Aiden is a constant source of comfort and joy, his presence a reassuring balm and something new, exciting. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong.
