His face was set in hard lines, and his dark eyes were electric blue. Then he climbed between my thighs. Carnal hunger filled his gaze as he rose and guided the mushroom-shaped head to my opening.
I lifted my hips, anticipation of him filling me made me grip the bedding. With my legs gripping his hips, the wide head parting me, the slight sting of that first thrust stretching me,pressing into me, I felt closer to him than ever before. When he pulled back, he was coated with my juices, and the veins throbbed on his cock.
He snarled, making me look up at him. “You keep looking like that, and I’ll come in the next thrust.”
My hips arched, and I inhaled a deep breath. “Feels amazing.” The throbbing length of him dragging in and out, hitting my clit tore another cry from me, shocks of brutal pleasure that verged on this side of pain.
“Need you to come first. Come on, squeeze my dick with those muscles, Bella.” He pulled my legs up higher on his waist, bumping my mound with each downward thrust, increasing the speed, and then I was falling into an orgasm that stole my breath, a pleasure that I was sure rocked our foundation.
When I opened my eyes, Xan was staring at the point our bodies connected, my body clenching on him, the moisture of my release coating his, the sounds of our fucking loud. I loved it. Loved the look on his face.
Harder, deeper, he thrust. His arms came to rest beside my head, and then he was kissing me while his hips continued to pump, his cock pulsing deep inside me. I felt him jerk, my pussy still twitching, tightened again. Gods, I wondered if a girl could die from too much pleasure as another orgasm rocked me, another destructive release built, and with his jackhammer movements, rapture stole over me.
Xan bit down, solidifying our connection, then turned his neck, allowing me to claim him.
Locked together, he rolled. My body flexed around the swollen member, drawing an agonized groan from my mate. “Don’t do that, love.”
I giggled. “Can’t help it. I think you killed me.”
He nuzzled my neck. “Where you go, I follow. Remember that.”
I didn’t think I’d ever come so hard or long in my entire life. If she’d been in her fertile time, I was sure there’d be a little Carmichael coming in nine months. The thought didn’t scare me or make me run for the hills. Although I wanted a little more time for the two of us to be just a couple.
The too snug flesh fluttered, and I gave her firm ass a pat. “What are you thinking?”
“I was thinking about babies. But, not for a while yet. I want it to be just you and me for a year or so. What do you think?” She looked up at me.
I’d give her the fucking moon on a silver platter if she asked. I nodded, a knot in my throat. How the hell did a tiny slip of a woman turn my world upside down so easily? “I was thinking the same thing. Wouldn’t a little girl with your hair in pigtails be perfect?” I tugged on one of her pink curls.
“You realize our kiddos aren’t going to have these colorful streaks, right?” She laughed.
“Of course not. Besides, I’d have to beat the shit out of a bunch of boys if they thought of my baby girl, the way I think of you. I take back my want of a girl. I want all boys. No girl for us.” The thought of anyone with a penis and my daughter had my wolf growling. My mate laughed, making me narrow my eyes.
“Um, newsflash, Xan. We don’t get to order the sex of our children.”
The knot eased, and it took monumental effort to drag my cock from the liquid silk of Breezy. “That’s a bunch of bullshit.” I rolled to my back, pulling my mate on top of me.
“Am I your official blanket?” she asked, making herself comfortable while I reached for the cover with my arm.
“Yep,” I said.
A jaw-cracking yawn kept Breezy from coming back with a remark. “Sleep, love. When we wake, we’ll practice on making those kiddos. Boys. All boys. I’ll figure out the best position to ensure we only have boys.”
She patted my chest. “Yes, dear.”
Chapter Thirteen
Iclosed my locker in the women’s dressing room at the hospital where I worked. My coworker Cheyenne came in, a smile on her cute face.
“Hey, girl. How are you?” I asked, double-checking I’d locked up.
Cheyenne looked at my ring finger. “Damn, you went and got engaged? Congrats. Who’s the lucky guy?”
Standing, I grabbed my crossbody bag. “He’s a friend I’ve known my entire life.”
“Is that why you never gave Dr. Hottie a chance?” Cheyenne waggled her eyebrows.
There was no use denying the truth, and besides, I’d never led the man on. In fact, I’d always told him no every single time. If he didn’t know how to handle rejection, that was his issue, not mine. It wasn’t up to me to coddle him or anyone else, for that matter. I’d found a man—or rather, my wolf had—who was more than willing to take care of every need I had. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve found out a lot about myself. A blush stole up my neck.
