Page 46 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
I scrambled into his lap with a little assistance, my tiny bump already putting my center of balance off. The grin Dakota gave me when I settled was worth it, though.
He helped me remove my shirt and traced a finger over the place where his mark would go. “Are you sure?” He asked, switching to speaking aloud.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything than I am of you.” Leaning forward, I brushed a kiss over his lips. “I may have moved in because of the baby, but it was just an excuse to move things forward. I was stuck, didn’t know how to make up for all I’d done. The rejecting you, running away. This is what I want.” I clasped his hand over my heart. “Our bond. Our family.”
As one, we moved close, laying our lips on opposite sides where the neck met the shoulder. I gave an experimental lick, then bit hard and fast. The tang of his blood hit my tongue as he struck. A brief sharp pain and then our bond was whole. I had a sense of our animals’ meeting like they had when we’d shifted together. A sense of home and love.
I love you, mate.Dakota’s voice sounded more like himself. This was the mate bond, so I felt his amazement and joy along with hearing his thoughts.
And I love you too, my mate.
Our lips met again, the taste of our blood mingling as he plundered my mouth, hands roaming bare skin. I tweaked one of his nipples and smiled at his groan, then sank into the kiss.
His arms wound around me and he shifted our position, so I was under him, completely surrounded by my bear mate. I got lost in the sensation of him. Drunk off his kisses and touches until it wasn’t enough.More,I demanded over our bond. Blissed out to have that. He was mine forever.
Yours,he echoed. He worked my sleep pants off and reached for my cock, stroking it in slow movements.
In me.
I felt his hardness against my leg and desperately wanted it inside me, stretching me, filling me up with him until I didn’t know where I began and he ended. He had to have felt some of that down our bond because Dakota slipped a hand down to my ass, squeezing the cheeks and then running a finger down my crack. I was wet for him. Had been since his bite. “Now!” My voice cracked as I pleaded.
“We have to get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The goddess had blessed my mate in the dick department. I loved it. Being stretched around his cock was heavenly. Yet, even with my natural lubrication, I still needed some stretching to accommodate him. “Quickly! I want the burn.”
He kissed me hard as he eased two thick fingers inside me with quick, deep thrusts, his knuckles feeling delicious. He scissored them and that was it for me, all I could take. My orgasm was already building embarrassingly fast.
“Now, Kota.”
Without even wasting time to take his sleep shorts off properly, he freed his dick, pushed my legs back, shoved a pillow under my hips, then eased inside me with a long sigh. “Fuck, you always feel so amazing.”
His movements started out shallow and slow until he felt my muscles properly relax around him. Then he rocked into me, deeper and harder, as we panted into each other’s mouths. Sweat slicked our skin, but I grasped any part of him I could to keep me grounded in this perfect moment. Our eyes met as he repeatedly nailed my prostate, making me gasp. I felt his love. The complete adoration as he filled me just right.
I wished for it to last forever, but I’d already been close before it had begun. My release came barreling through me. My cry was loud in the quiet room. Dakota pumped his hips harder and deeper, grinding into me with each thrust. I felt the stretch of his knot forming and sighed. “So good,” I slurred.
Heat filled my channel as Dakota came, burying his growl in my neck.I love you.His voice was wrecked even over the bond.
Love you too, my bear.
We lay in the aftermath of our bonding and gave each other gentle kisses as I sprawled over him. My fingers traced over the tattoo I’d seen countless times just above his armpit, easily hidden by clothes. I finally broached the subject I’d been avoiding since I’d first seen it. “Is this for Cooper?”
“It is. Does it bother you?” he asked softly.
Truthfully, it didn’t. I understood its significance. “No. It’s lovely.” I brushed my fingers over the tiny bear curled into a C drawn in a flowing font. There were stars and a crescent moon. It was a beautiful tribute to the boy that he had loved.
“Really?” He strained his head up to catch my eyes.
“Absolutely. Cooper is a part of us. He taught you how to love and how to be an excellent mate.”
Dakota smiled. “Just when I think I can’t love you any more than I do, you go and show me I’m wrong. You are just perfect, you know.”
“Oh, I know.”
“What about this crib?” Dakota asked as the salesperson stood by, watching us debate furniture choices.
“That’s cute, too,” then mentally added.It looks just like the others.
I felt his exasperation. The thing was, I was tired after hours of shopping. We had some much needed maternity clothes for me since I was struggling to fit a lot of my clothes already. There were far more outfits for the baby in our bags in yellows and greens that were utterly adorable. It was possible that we had gone completely overboard with the shopping. Even Angel had new things.
