Page 47 of Bones

Then, he’s moving. Faster. Harder. His fingers digging into my hips as he pounds into me. The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass echoes around the room.

I drop down, pressing my face into the sheets. My arms give out and I reach blindly back, wanting him even closer.

He takes the hint and moves with me. He wraps his arms around my middle, keeping his weight on his forearms. I’m trapped under him. Helpless.

I turn my face, burying my moan in the sheets.

“That’s it,” he croons. “Let go, little mate. Take what your mate gives you.”

I do. Bones pounds into me and I’m lost to the sensations. Every time his hips meet my ass, the pressure inside me builds higher and higher.

“Bones, Bones. God, yes,” I sob into the sheets.

His thumb flicks over my clit, driving me to the edge.

“Give it to me,” Bones orders. “Now.”

I come, the pleasure crashing through me. My vision goes white and all I can do is cling to him and ride out the waves.

He roars, his thrusts becoming erratic and hard.

“You’re mine. Mine,” he snarls, slamming into me one last time.

“Yes, yes. Bones. Mate,” I babble.

“Fuck.”

He shudders, coming inside me. It’s an odd sensation. Warm. But nothing compared to the feeling of his love pouring into the mate bond, surrounding me.

When Bones’ is spent, he rolls to his side, taking me with him. His cock is still hard and it twitches inside me. I moan, clenching around him.

“Mate,” he whispers, kissing along my shoulders.

“Yours,” I confirm, pressing my cheek to the arm beneath my head.

His fingers strum over my over sensitized clit and I shudder, my legs twitching. I groan, shaking my head and pushing at his hand. “Too much,” I gasp.

His laugh, a quiet rumble, is full of affection but he relents. He eases out of me and I know I should insist we clean up. When he drapes me across his chest, I can’t bring myself to part with him yet. He runs his hands over me, his strokes lazy and full of affection. It lulls me until I’m half-asleep.

“I was afraid you’d reject me after the hanger.”

27

SLOAN

Bones’ confession is quiet and raw. I turn my face into his chest and kiss him.

“I didn’t want you to see me kill Paul or damn his soul.”

I take a breath, knowing he won’t accept any immediate response. Like Dr. Grayback told me about accepting my right to feel, I need to give him that same respect. I think about how I felt in that moment, where I saw Bones literally bite my ex’s head off. I’m relaxed, the violence from earlier unable to touch me now.

I turn and prop my chin up on his chest, looking at him. He meets my gaze, clearly hesitant but filled with hope. “Honestly,” I begin, then take a breath. “Honestly, seeing you in your real form killing Paul? It doesn’t change how I feel about you all. I know you wouldn’t ever hurt me.”

“Never.” His vow is practically a growl and it makes me smile, then I twist my lips.

“To be honest, the biggest thing I’m struggling with is just how fast it was over,” I admit. I lay cheek back on his chest and starttracing his scars as I let my thoughts roll out of me. “It doesn’t seem real. Yesterday, I had reason to be afraid of Xavius and now he’s just. . . gone. No final words, no final vindications. Did I get justice? Could I have ever gotten justice? What about Paul? I don’t know how I feel.”

Bones is silent but his focus blankets me, his hands never faltering in their paths. I let out a long sigh.

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