My gums ached to do just that. With him still inside me, he rolled us. “I love your tattoos.” I ran my hand over the intricate details up one arm and down the other.
“You can explore to your heart’s content later.” He gripped my hips, moving me up and down. “Ride me, sweetheart.”
Dear heaven, looking at him, and his rock-hard abs covered in tattoos, or his biceps so large I was sure he could lift a truck, made my pussy clench around his dick.
Kellen hissed in a breath. “Whatever the hell you are thinking, keep it up. Fuck, you’re squeezing my dick like a vice.” His big hands clamped down on my waist, holding me still. “Mark me when you come, baby.”
At the thought, I shuddered. Cool air brushed my nipples, making me gasp. I was glad he was doing the moving of the lower bodies, as I lost all of my senses. I leaned down and licked the tendon opposite of where he’d bitten me, enjoying the texture of his skin. Both arms were covered in tattoos, but he’d left one spot open, the place I was claiming as mine. My canines dropped, and I scraped them back and forth.
Kellen pulled my hair, forcing me to his neck. “I can’t wait to feel your teeth in me. Do it, now.”
The imagery, his words, and the movement of our bodies made me wetter, had me clenching on him. “Yeah, you like that, too. Make me yours.” He gave a sharp tug.
With a cry, I bit down, piercing the skin and drinking in his essence. Like a blast, our link snapped together. I came in a rush, sealing the wound as I cried out his name.
He flipped us again, pistoning his hips in a wild beat. The tightening around his cock became a pinpoint of pleasure until I was sure I’d pass out from it. Our hearts began to beat in unison. I stared up at him, wondering if he noticed. He nodded, a smile playing on his lips, then his head descended, and he gripped my shoulder with his teeth where he’d marked me again. And then I was soaring into another climax. Hot and sweet, and relentless all balled together. I didn’t realize I’d bitten him at the same time, and released him to scream, “Kellen, love you so much!”
“Fucking love you, too.” Kellen pounded into me unmercifully, racing toward his own orgasm. With a hoarse shout, he held my hips still as he surged into me again and again. His seed shot out, filling me with more of his come.
I stared up at my mate, happiness filling me at the words he’d muttered. I could only hope he’d repeat them when we weren’t in the throes of passion. Lying next to Kellen, I waited for him to comment. He stroked my back, the sweat cooling on both our bodies. I’d not had another lover and wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Come on. You should take a bath while I make us a sandwich.”
Those words were not what I’d expected. However, he’d come so much that cleaning up a bit would help me rest more comfortably. Although I’d gladly sleep with the reminder of him inside me. My stomach chose that moment to let out an unladylike growl.
“I can cook for us.” I braced my chin on his chest.
“Of course, you can,” he agreed. He pressed a kiss to my nose. “However, I’ll do the fixing while you take a hot bath. You’re gonna be sore, and I want you rested.”
Kellen inhaled. There were no take-backs when two wolves mated. So why was I so nervous that he was about to do just that? “Laikyn, I’m not sorry for mating you. I’m only sorry I waited so long, so whatever has you strung up tighter than a coil needs to stop.”
I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling. Hell, I wasn’t sure why I was so insecure. Instead, I nodded. Kellen slid out of the bed, pulling me into his arms. “Go take a bath, and when I’m done with whipping something together, I’ll come get you.” He patted my ass, giving me a slight shove toward the open doorway.
“I’ll hurry,” I assured him.
Chapter Eight
Iwaited until I heard the water running before heading to the spare room for a quick shower. After I finished, I strolled toward the kitchen, the sounds of Laikyn in the primary suite almost had me spinning on my feet and joining her. My empty stomach made me continue. I’d just told a woman, my mate, that I loved her. My heart didn’t stop, nor did my brain scream at me to run for the hills. In all actuality, I truly did love Laikyn. Never did I expect to fall for my mate, especially not so soon. Scratch that, I realized I’d been falling for her for years. The fact I’d let her run from me for two fucking years was my fault. My wolf growled in agreement.
Looking through the fridge, I found the fixings for BLTs. I knew the things I needed for macaroni and cheese were in the cabinet. Not a gourmet meal by any stretch of the imagination, but something I wouldn’t burn. Once I set the pot on the stove with enough water for the noodles, I got to work frying the bacon and slicing the tomatoes. I had the bread toasted, lettuce perfectly piled next to the tomatoes, and the macaroni warming when Laikyn came out in a pair of shorts and a tank top.
I wondered if she realized she’d been the first woman I’d fucked since the last time I’d been with her. Since finding her all but being fucked in a club she shouldn’t have been in without me, my wolf, along with my junk, wouldn’t rise for any other female. Now, she waltzed in wearing a not too sexy outfit, and I was ready to rip the pieces of fabric off. The sound of her rumbling stomach put my needs at bay.
“Have a seat. What would you like to eat?” Damn! Now, I was sounding like Barney Fucking Homemaker.
She blinked. “Alright. What have you done with my Alpha?”
Completely unafraid of tugging a wolf’s tail, Laikyn invaded my space. Her clean scent wafted up to me. “I’ve no clue, but you’d better take advantage of his absence, little girl.”
“Hmm, I think I will. The bacon smells amazing.” She reached around and snagged a piece.
Watching her chew, the perfectly fried piece of pork was a sensual experience in itself. A bit of crumb landed on her lower lip. Before she could swipe it up with her tongue, my head bent, my mouth taking her lower lip into mine, sucking it inside, loving the hint of Laikyn and the tangy taste of bacon mixed.
“You taste better. Come on, I’d better feed you before I devour you,” I teased.
I had to set her away from me, or I’d jerk her poor excuse for shorts down and fuck her where we stood. The sweats I’d thrown on did nothing to hide the erection I was sporting, and the little minx knew it. Her gaze went down to the bulge, then back up to my face.
“That looks painful.”
