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Something smells delicious. Turning over in the soft sheets, I stretch and bury my face in the pillow. That’s the best sleep I’ve had in ages. Chasing the feeling of utter relaxation that washes over me, I try to nod off again but the second I take in a breath, my groggy brain realises what it is that smells so good. My mate.
Cracking my eyes open, it takes a moment for my brain to work out where I am. It looks familiar; I recognize the scents and my wolf is calm. There’s no feeling of danger, which is a welcome change after living on edge for months. When I stretch a hand across to the other side of the bed, it’s still warm.
Sitting up, I do a quick inventory of my injuries. Nasty gouges from a freakishly big angry bear? Healed. Broken shoulder and bite wounds to my neck? Gone. Rubbing a hand across my lower back, I feel around for the scarring I expect from my burns, but the skin feels surprisingly smooth. Interesting. Standing, I feel better than I expected.
I wonder how long I’ve been out? My stomach rumbles loudly, telling me it’s probably been a good while. When I scan the floor and the chair in the corner, I can’t see any clothes to borrow, so, leaning into the bathroom, I grab a towel and wrap it around my hips. I should have a wash, but I need to see her first.
The delicious smells of fried bacon, mushrooms, and hot buttered toast hit me as I approach the kitchen; but nothing will ever smell as good to me as she does. I pause in the doorway, struggling to believe this isn’t a cruel dream.
Belle stands at the stove, dark hair pulled up in a messy high ponytail that swings as she moves. Jean shorts show off her long, tanned legs; a white vest, her ample curves that my fingers itch to explore.
“Are you going to come in or just stand there and stare?” She doesn’t turn around, but I can hear the smile in her voice. The sound breaks something inside me, and I’m across the room in a heartbeat, my chest pressing to her back as I run my nose up her neck and bury my face in her shoulder. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her to me and just breathe. It’s the first time I’ve been able to breathe in so long.
“You’re really here. It’s not just a dream.”
Belle lifts a hand over her shoulder and grips the back of my neck, letting her head fall onto my shoulder as I nibble along her collarbone and kiss her sensitive skin.
“I’m here.” Her voice is thick with emotion so I spin her around, lifting her onto the counter beside us and standing between her thighs. Cupping her face, I kiss her, leaving her no room to doubt how happy I am. She’s hesitant at first, overwhelmed I think, but then she relaxes and sinks into me. The kiss deepens, our tongues stroking and lips moving frantically as we become more and more desperate.
“Ethan!” Belle cries out as I grip her hair in my fist and tip her head back, licking and nipping my way down the column of her neck until I reach her marking spot. Sucking the skin until there’s a juicy red mark, I growl.
“You have to take it back,” I demand. “My wolf is going insane. You’re ours. He wants you back. Say you’re back.”
She doesn’t get the chance to reply as I devour her lips again, needing to pour every bit of myself into this kiss. Belle is panting when we finally break apart, but only long enough for me to yank her white top over her head and palm her plentiful breasts in my hands, kissing and licking at her nipples through the flimsy bra. Enraged by its presence, my claw slices through the front and I grin at Belle’s shocked gasp when it falls away.
“Hey, now…” she starts to protest, but when my lips close around one stiff peak, she shuts up, her eyes glazing over and hips rocking forward as I suck and pull on her nipple.
“Take it back,” I repeat, looming over her while my fingers deftly open the button on her shorts.
“Ethan, you need to eat. You’ve been asleep for nearly a whole day. And we need to discuss this. I mean where are we going to live, what are we going to do… let’s just slow down.”
Nodding along as though I agree with her, she’s not expecting it when I tug at her shorts, pulling them down her legs in one theatrical movement. Groaning when I see her plain white cotton panties, I ignore her expression of disbelief.
“Ethan, you’re not listening to me.”
“I am, my love. I am. You’re saying I should eat.” I kiss her gently on the forehead, then the nose, then the lips. She nods, satisfied that I’m back in control, even though I continue to stroke over her clit with one knuckle, loving how her panties are getting wet as she writhes under my touch.
“So, let’s just sit… ahh!” she shrieks as I tear her panties off and drop to my knees, spreading her knees wide in one sudden movement. My mouth covers her; delicious juices flooding my mouth, sending my wolf feral. I growl, and the vibration has her clutching my hair, moaning and whimpering, as my tongue swirls around her clit, finding the perfect spot, stroking over it again and again.
“So hungry,” I mumble against her as I slide a finger inside her tight cunt and revel as she cries out, more of her cream filling my mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Belle clamps her thighs around my ears and wriggles her hips, making sure she’s getting the speed and pressure she wants. When I nibble her clit, sucking it between my lips as I add a second finger, she clenches around me and twitches.
“Like that. Just like that. Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she babbles incoherently, one leg kicking out as I stroke inside her with my fingers while my tongue caresses and strokes her clit rhythmically.
“Take it back,” I order, growling against her pussy as she starts to quiver around me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling hard on the strands as her head falls back and bangs off the cupboard behind her.
“I take it back. I, Belle Moran, take Ethan Lewis as my mate. I take back my rejection.”
As she cancels her rejection, the force of our fated bond returns full force and throws her into her orgasm. Cursing, she bucks forward, her insides clamping down around my fingers over and over again.
A feeling of peace settles over me. Our bond isn’t in danger. We’re back on track.
Kissing the inside of her thigh, and then her knee, I stand, grabbing her discarded shorts and pulling them back up over her naked lower half. She blinks at me, bleary eyed, as I help her to her feet and sit her down in the nearest chair.
“I… I…” Frowning, she stares at me, like she can’t wrap her head around what just happened.
“Now we eat. Because when I get you back in bed, I’m not letting you out of it for days.”
