Page 40 of The Bear's Matchmaking Mix-up Mate
The pressure built inside him, coiling tighter with each thrust, each gasp from her lips. Finn couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deeper one last time and came, spilling his essence into her, claiming her as his mate in the most primal way possible. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him as he held her close until the last tremors subsided.
Finally, he had claimed his mate, and it was everything he’d ever imagined and so much more.
Chapter Sixteen – Wren
Wren woke to the now familiar sounds of Rowan Cottage and the unfamiliar feel of her body curled against Finn’s solid chest. His steady heartbeat pulsed beneath her ear, a rhythm more soothing than any song she’d ever written. She lay still for a moment, simply breathing him in while her heart ached with the sweetness of belonging, and that impossible word:mate.
Last night replayed in her mind. The way the air shimmered as Finn shifted before her eyes. The feel of the bear’s fur beneath her fingers. The revelation of what they were to each other. Fated mates. The words still sent a thrill through her, equal parts wonder and undeniable recognition.
She almost laughed at herself—how could she ever have doubted the truth of it, the truth of her feelings for Finn? It explained everything. The instant connection she’d felt to him, the feeling of safety she’d never found with anyone else, the way her music had returned as if summoned by his presence.
Finn stirred, his arm tightening around her waist as his eyes fluttered open. His gaze when it landed on her was still hazy with sleep but full of warmth and promise.
And dare she hope…love.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “You’re really here.”
“I’m really here,” she whispered back, smiling through the lump in her throat, her hand finding his cheek. “Not going anywhere.”
His smile bloomed slow and sweet, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a kissthat ignited a fire in her belly. He threaded his fingers through her hair, cradling her head with such tenderness that tears pricked behind her eyelids.
She couldn’t remember ever being held like this, cherished like this, not by anyone.
The kiss deepened as his hands slid down her body, stroking her curves and fanning the flames of her desire. Wren arched into him, her skin tingling as his lips traced a path along her jaw, down her throat, making her gasp when he reached the sensitive spot at the hollow of her neck.
“Finn,” she whispered, her voice catching as his hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they pebbled under his touch.
Her body responded instantly, a liquid heat pooling between her thighs. She watched through half-closed eyes as he lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. The hot, wet sensation of his tongue circling the sensitive peak sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Wren’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against her as he moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. Each swirl of his tongue, each gentle scrape of teeth made her whimper and shift beneath him.
Unable to resist touching him, she slid her hand down between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his length. The velvet hardness of him pulsed in her palm as she stroked him slowly, delighting in his sharp intake of breath against her skin.
“Wren,” he groaned, his voice raw with need. His hand slid down between their bodies and rubbed his fingers over her mound. She gasped as he circled her most sensitive spot before dipping inside, his touch both gentle and insistent.
The dual sensations—his fingers inside her while his mouth continued to tease her breasts—had her trembling on the edge already. But she wanted more. Wanted all of him.
With a boldness that surprised her, Wren pushed against his shoulders. He moved willingly, rolling onto his back, his eyes dark with desire as she straddled his hips. She positioned herself above him, feeling the blunt tip of his hardness pressing against her entrance.
Their eyes locked as she slowly lowered herself onto him. The delicious stretch of taking him in made her breath catch, her lips parting on a silent gasp. When he was fully seated inside her, filling her completely, she paused, savoring the perfect fullness.
“You’re so beautiful,” Finn whispered, his hands caressing her thighs, her waist, moving up to cup her breasts again.
Wren began to move, finding a rhythm that had them both moaning. She rolled her hips in slow circles before rising up and sinking back down, taking him deeper with each movement. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction, the fullness, the sight of Finn beneath her, watching her with such raw adoration.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her close while his mouth found her breast again. His tongue flicked over her sensitive peak with exquisite precision, sending electric pulses straight to her core. Wren gasped, her body tensing as the sensation built within her, a tightening coil of pleasure that threatened to snap. Finn’s hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly against him as his mouth continued its sweet torture.
“Oh,” she moaned, her head falling back as the first wave crashed through her. Her inner muscles clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, each contraction more intense than the last. She trembled in his arms, overwhelmed by the force of her climax.
Finn growled against her breast, the vibration sending aftershocks through her still-quivering body.
His hands slid to her bottom, gripping firmly as he began thrusting upward, driving deeper into her, his body tensing beneath hers. Then with a final, deep thrust, he pulled her down firmly against him and held her there as he pulsed inside her, filling her with his seed. The sensation triggered another climax that rippled through her unexpectedly, making her cry out his name.
She rocked against him, drawing out their shared pleasure until they were both gasping. As the sensations subsided, she captured his mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, pouring every ounce of emotion she felt into it. Wanting, needing him to know how much he meant to her.
When their kiss broke, Finn brushed her tangled hair away from her face, and his eyes held hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
“I love you,” he whispered, the words so simple yet so profound.
