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The last bit of control he had been holding onto snapped inside of him. With another growl, he pulled her off the wall, turned, and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him on the bed. Gripping her hips, he spread his knees a little wider and slammed into her without giving her a chance to get her bearings. He slid his hands up her sides and forward to cup her breasts, then he used his hold to force her up and against him.
“Matthew,” she moaned as he fucked her hard and rough in a new position.
“You’re mine,” he bit out again, needing to hear her say it one more time.
She nodded and looked at him over her shoulder. “I’m yours,” she panted and lifted her right arm. Reaching behind her head, she pulled her hair away, baring her left shoulder to him. “I’m yours.”
Stiletto looked in front of her again, and tilted her head to the side, giving him more room. Trick took the hint and let his fangs slide down.
One of his hands slid down her body. He traced where they were joined before he dragged his fingers up to her clit. The circles on her clit made her pussy flutter again, but when he pinched the little nub, ecstasy overtook his woman. Trick struck, sinking his fangs into the fleshy part of her shoulder where it met her neck.
As she screamed her pleasure, and he growled his own, Trick felt his mate fill that empty place in his soul and wipe away all the hurt he had been carrying because of her. It was gone, replaced with joy and resolve to keep her safe.
Withdrawing his fangs, he opened his mouth and roared his happiness to the world. It wasn’t until he realized he didn’t get answering roars and howls that the moment felt incomplete.
Chapter Nineteen
Stiletto
Matthewgentlykissedhershoulder before he dragged his tongue over the wound he created. It was odd that it hadn’t hurt at all, but they had talked about what to expect with the mating, during one of their late-night talks, and he had told her it wouldn’t hurt if the match was a good one. She took comfort in the fact that the only thing she felt was pleasure.
She was happy. For the first time in longer than she could remember, Stiletto felt a sense of belonging, and she found it in that bed, on her knees, in the arms of a bear shifter.
He kissed up her neck and whispered into her ear, “I love you, Stiletto, and I’ll give you a family. A home. I promise.”
She could hear the satisfaction in his voice, but she didn’t miss the sadness that also lingered there. Turning to face him, she cupped his face in her hands and looked into his brown eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “What could be wrong?”
She huffed and crossed her arms over her bare chest. “So, we’re starting this off with a lie, are we?”
Trick growled for a different reason than he had done several times while he was buried inside of her. Then he climbed off the bed and mumbled, “I’ll get something to clean you up.”
“I can clean myself up. What I can’t do is tell myself whyyou’reupset,” she bit out as she watched him head across the space.
He stopped halfway to the restroom and turned around to face her. “This is a family thing,” he blurted and huffed out a breath. “We have traditions. And… I’m…” He put his hands to his hips, looked down at his feet, and shook his head. “I want to claim you at the table. I want you to wear my property patch. I want to see you doing shots with the other Ol’ Ladies. I want…” His gaze lifted to her. “I want to see my brothers slide their arm over your shoulder and say, ‘Welcome to the family, Sis.’ That’s what I want. And… we’re not there yet. That’s all.”
As Stiletto dropped down to sit on her heels, her heart breaking for him, he turned and finished the trek to the bathroom.
I need to fix this. But, how?
Hours later, once Trick was asleep, Stiletto slid out of bed and tiptoed around the foot to the dresser. As quietly as she could, she pulled on one of his tees and retrieved his phone from the pocket of his cut. Knowing he would wake up if she tried to go out the front door, she headed for the bathroom.
Once inside, she shut and locked the door. She grabbed a towel, rolled it up, and laid it out along the bottom to try to muffle the sound of what she was going to do. Then she sat down on the toilet seat and looked at the phone in her hand. When she turned on the screen, she was met with a pin pad.
Shit.She tried to think of what his pin code could be. She tried his birthday, knowing that was stupid, but it didn’t work. She tried the few other dates that meant something to him, but none of them unlocked the phone. A message showed up on the screen to inform her that she had one more time to guess before the phone would be locked for ten minutes.
Bouncing her leg, she racked her brain for another option, but nothing came to her. On a whim, she punched in the digits for the month and day of her birthday and barked out a laugh of surprise when it unlocked. She immediately covered her mouth and winced.
Don’t fuck up the plan, now, you idiot!
As quickly as she could, she opened the contacts and found the one she was looking for. After pressing the call button, she put the phone to her ear and crossed the fingers of her other hand, praying that she was doing the right thing.
Two rings in, the line was answered, but she didn’t hear a feminine voice like she expected. Instead, she heard the voice of Rock, Trick’s brother by love, not blood. “What’s wrong? And why in the fuck do you keep calling my woman instead of me? You pissed at me or something?”
“Uh… Nothing’s wrong. And I don’t think he’s mad at you. He hasn’t said anything about it to me,” she said as quietly as she could.
There was a moment of silence before Rock uttered, “Messer?”
