With another tender kiss, he gently nudged the tip of himself inside me, lacing the fingers of one hand through mine in a tender but firm grip. Then he pushed forward, filling me slowly. My eyes fluttered closed, ready for him to go balls deep and loving the thrill it sent through body.
“Rub your clit,” he rumbled.
My free hand slid down my body and I drew tight little circles over my clit, the pleasure pushing away any hint of pain.
He wasn’t all the way in when his eyes were turned to the ceiling, the veins in his neck straining with control, his breathing heavy. “You okay, baby?”
I squeezed my fingers where he held my hand as I tighten mycore around his cock, making him bite out a curse “Perfect. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Little Dancer.”
He slid in and out so sweetly, slowly making me moan his name. Encouraged, he moved a little faster, picking up a rocking rhythm that left me gasping. “Don’t stop, Hunter.”
Peppering kisses along my collarbone and neck, he strengthened his strokes. But he kept his eyes focused on me, reading my face every time he pushed inward. I bit my lip as my limbs started to tremble.
I locked my ankles under his ass and lift my hips to take more of him, deeper and faster. We both sped up, and he leaned his mouth down inches from mine as we breathed each other in.
“Hunter,” I gasped. “I’m going to–”
“Come for me, Little Dancer, come on my cock.”
We both came at the same time, our bodies in perfect unity, gasps intermingling as he rasped, “Oh fuck. Of fuck, baby.”
Through half lids with my chest heaving and head tipping back, I saw his eyes flare yellow, and he lunged forward toward my neck, stopping inches from the skin. “My jaguar wants to mark you as ours.”
“Yes. I’m yours. You’re mine too.” I tilted my chin so he could have more of me.
He nuzzled my skin, his warm breath washing across it. “You’re sure? There’s no going back. We’ll be bonded forever.”
“Are you sure?” I gripped his shoulders and gazed deep into his gold-flecked irises. “I want nothing more, but I still worry. I’m a package deal…
“That package is my family. They’re all my family now.” His smile grew as the rest of the yellow drained out of his rich brown eyes. “But we’ll wait until you’re strong again. I think this was always meant to—”
Both of us looked down, lips parting in shock. Oh. Wow. Whatthe hell? I could feel his dick growing inside me, changing. It grew to something wide that lodged itself deep.
“Erm, Hunter, is that supposed to happen?”
He sucked air in fast and snapped his widening eyes to mine. “Shit. I don’t believe it.”
“What?” I gripped his shoulders harder.
“It’s nothing bad. I-it’s good. I—I just never… Wow, it’s a knot.”
“A knot? That sounds like a problem.” My core tightened around it, I didn’t know why or how but it felt… right.
“No, it’s the opposite. Let me get us on our side, I’ll explain.”
“Are you coming out?” I asked, pulse quickening as we carefully maneuvered so we were lying side by side, facing one another, his arm tucked under my head.
“I can’t for the next little while, but don’t panic,” he said, noting my fast breathing. “It’s a shifter thing. Well, only certain shifters. With their mates. His gaze caressed my face, and his features softened into a look of such deep love it made my heart stutter.
“I’m flattered,” I chuckled, and some of my concern dissipated. “But why lock us up like this?”
“The knot keeps my sperm inside you to… increase the chance of pregnancy.”
My next exhale came out a trembling cry somewhere between a surprised warble and a happy sob.
“Oh, wow.” I looked down, throat tightening with oncoming tears. “You think it could really help me have…”
