“I am happy. And I love you too.”
When we hadsex that night, it was tame. The stress from the last few days weighed on us both. I needed the connection more than the sexual release itself—which was new to me. Terry sank into me, and I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him down for a kiss. With his tongue sliding against mine, his cock reaching deep into my guts, I sighed with relief.
“I needed this.”
Terry smirked and bit my lower lip. “You always need to fuck.” He pushed into me harder, and I groaned.
“Tonight…I need you…to make love to me.”
My mate’s eyes softened as he slowed down the tempo of his thrusts. He circled his hips, stretching my hole. My cock was trapped between our bellies, the ridges aching deliciously.
“Like this?”
A long, slow thrust, deep enough to make me grunt.
“Yesss.”
He didn’t tease me anymore. He recaptured my lips with his and didn’t break the kiss until I was shaking, my cock jerking between us, my cum smearing our torsos.
Growling, Terry stilled deep inside me.
“Love you,” I mumbled around his tongue in my mouth. He shuddered through his orgasm, clutching me to him, filling me up.
Much later, after he pulled out of me, I stretched my limbs. The pleasure lingered in my underbelly, and I was suddenly in a great mood.
I rolled to my side and tapped my finger on his lips.
“How about we get married too?”
Terry snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”
“What? It’s not a laughing matter. You’re my fated mate. Of course I want you to be my husband too.”
He pushed himself up on his arms and glowered down at me.
“Then you should work on your proposal technique, Lothair.”
With that, he shot up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, flashing me his impeccable backside.
“Challenge accepted!” I yelled after him.
His laugh sounded happy, and I grinned.
Maybe, just maybe, we’d get some peace now.
21
Meeting the Family
TERRANCE
Carlos Sorensen didn’t publishthe pictures. Instead, he vanished. I didn’t like that one bit, but there wasn’t much we could do. Going to the police would mean the pictures would likely leak. Paris had a few people looking for Carlos, and Devon advised us to let it go. It was Paris’s fight more than ours.
Ever so slowly, I relaxed into my new life. When Lothair was filming, I accompanied him to the set and worked on my laptop from his trailer. My new job description was security threat assessment. It was strategic and complex, and I liked the challenges. Most of the analytical tasks could be performed through online searches and calls, and I had a couple of junior investigators to help me with the fieldwork. Some sensitive cases required working from the office, but Lothair’s and my bond was growing stronger, and we handled short-term separations quite well.
Lothair seemed happy. He was enthusiastic and energetic but without the restless searching for the nextadrenaline kick. Instead, he doted on me, and I let him. I soaked up his attention like a damned sponge.
But even as I could feel his growing love for me, there was this deep urge in both of us. A yearning for something more.
