She raised up on her toes and pressed her lips to the corner of mine before moving to whisper in my ear. “Please. Mark me. Make me yours.”
And then she was in my arms, our mouths melding into one. She tugged at my clothes and I helped her remove them, practically tearing the cloth in my rush to feel my skin against hers. We tumbled onto the bed, and my hands roamed her flesh, eager to be everywhere. I stroked down and captured her leg behind the knee, raising it to rest on my hip as I rocked against her core.
She moaned, her hips lifting to meet me. I slid back and forth, moisture gathering on my cock. The scent of her arousal filled my nose, and I nipped at her bottom lip. Her hands gripped my ass, and words tumbled out of her mouth. “Please. Dean. Please. I need you.”
“Not yet.” I trailed kisses down her front, stopping to suck on her nipples, taking the tips between my teeth and flicking my tongue over them. She arched into me, her fingers digging into my hair, alternating between holding me in place and trying to pull me back to her mouth.
My hand skated over her stomach and cupped her sex. Her folds dripped with her arousal, and I coated my fingers in it, dragging them over her intimate flesh to the little bud. I circled her clit, teasing her, building her pleasure slowly. She was writhing beneath me now, her words gone, replaced instead with whimpers and half-vocalized pleas.
I blew lightly on her wet nipples, watching the tips harden even more, before moving lower. Open-mouthed kisses led me to her stomach, then even lower. I swiped my tongue from her hole to her clit, her flavor exploding in my mouth. She tasted even better than I remembered. Because now I knew she was mine. And knowing she was mine, I couldn’t wait anymore. With one last kiss on her clit, I moved back up her body, lining up the tip of my cock with her entrance.
She pulled my face down and kissed me, sucking my tongue and the taste of her from it. I slid my tip inside her, the warm, wet heat of her channel clinging to me as I made shallow thrusts. She lifted her hips, trying to take me deeper. And who was I to deny her what she desired? I rocked forward, burying my length as far as it would go. A groan erupted from me as a pleasure filled scream escaped her.
There was no holding back now. I plunged in and out of her sweet heat as she kissed me desperately, her hands raking up and down my back. We settled into a frantic rhythm, chasing the pleasure that was just beyond our reach. I slid my hand down and put pressure on her clit, and she bucked beneath me, her whole body vibrating with need.
My teeth descended, preparing to mark her. I dropped my lips to her throat, sucking and nipping at the skin, choosing my spot. And as she flew over the edge into her orgasm, I sank my teeth into the soft skin and made her mine. A surge flowed through me as the bond settled into place. A few more thrusts and I followed her, my seed flooding her womb.
I licked at the mark as she lay panting beneath me. My shoulders heaved from the intensity of our lovemaking, and I rolled us over so she lay half on me, her hand resting over my racing heart. I could feel the fast beat of hers against my side, and I ran my hands over her back in long, languid strokes. “I love you, Lily.”
She hummed against my chest. “I love you too, Dean.”
I pulled the blanket over us, listening as the sound of her breaths evened out and she softened even further in my arms. A smile played on my lips as I yawned, following her into sleep like I followed her into pleasure. The home that yesterday made me feel like something was missing was now complete. Now that it contained Lily.
EPILOGUE
Lily
“I’m going to be late.” I rushed down the stairs, coming to a stop when I saw the table overflowing with food. “Oh. I don’t have time to eat.”
“You can spare a few minutes.” Dean held out an already made up plate and a cup of coffee, fixed just how I liked it. He leaned over and dropped a kiss on my lips. “Trust me. I’ll get you there on time.”
I caved, sliding onto my chair and digging in to the delicious breakfast Dean insisted on making me each morning. He joked that I needed it to regain my strength after our nights of passionate lovemaking. Not that it was restricted to nighttime. Dean was a voracious partner. And I was a willing participant.
Even now, his hand was stroking my thigh, though I batted it away. There might be time to eat, but there was no time for anything else. Especially after that morning in the shower. “Don’t start something we can’t finish.”
He grinned. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“It’s not.” I moaned as he found the seam of my jeans, his fingers putting pressure on just the right spot. “Dean. I mean it. I can’t be late.”
“Just giving you something to think about today.” He kissed his mark on my neck, and tingles radiated outward, my core responding with an instant rush of moisture. “I wouldn’t want you to forget about me.”
“Not possible.” My voice was breathless. I guided his lips to mine, and we kissed, though he kept it slow.
“Time to go.” He stood, pulling me up next to him.
I couldn’t stop the pout from forming, but Dean pressed a series of gentle kisses on my mouth and left me smiling.
“I have plans for us when you’re done at the school.” He led me out the back door. “It’s the last night before Maddie arrives for our wedding, and I want to take you on at least one actual date before we get married.”
“I’d like that.” I kept my eyes on Dean, watching as he stripped. A sight that never got old. He shifted into his bear, coming down on all fours and walking closer to the deck to make it easier for me to slide onto his back. We could just take the quad, or I could drive my now fixed car, but he and his bear enjoyed taking me to work every day. And the kids always enjoyed watching their human teacher arrive on the back of a bear. The school wasn’t finished yet, but I went every day to spend time with my future students and determine their needs for the coming school year.
He started out slow, giving me time to get a good grip on his fur, before picking up speed. Soon we were flying through the woods. Before I met Dean, I never imagined this would be my life, but now I couldn’t picture it any differently. I felt lighter in a way I didn’t know I needed. I could survive on my own, but with Dean, I could let him care for me and lighten my load. Without the stress I used to pile on my shoulders, my swear jar was a thing of the past.
Even though he had already marked me, I was looking forward to our wedding, when I would stand in front of hisfamily and our friends and tell everyone what loving Dean meant to me. He once told me I was his everything. And now he was mine.
