Page 43 of The Return
“I searched online,” he admitted. “It said this was one of the most romantic songs. I know you wanted us to have sex, and I’m sorry if I got—”
“You shut up,” I growled. “Who had the rose petal dream, huh? I want sex, but I want it to be special for both of us.” I laid him on the bed, marveling at the fact he was mine. “So you know, this is my first time.”
“Mine too.”
“I know.”
His eyes widened, and I fought the urge to kick myself.
“You know?” he asked, his voice chilly.
Shame coursed through me at the confession I needed to make. “I asked my dad to have the pack keep you away from everyone else. I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone with their hands on my mate. He did it, because he knew if I heard you’d been with someone else, I would explode.” I closed my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
A moment later, Corey’s hands were on me, stroking down my chest. “You don’t know what it means to me to hear you say how important I was to you back then.”
“You’re even more important now,” I replied. “Because I’m old enough to claim you properly.”
“Explain claiming, okay?”
“When we have sex, at the moment of orgasm, I sink my fangs into your neck.”
“I’m sorry, you what?”
“My dad says it doesn’t hurt. He said he and my mom had the best sex ever when he bit her.”
“Ew. I do not want to think about your parents doing the nasty.”
I snorted. “You think I did? It was part of my training, to understand the needs of me and my mate.”
“What happens when you bite me?”
I ran a finger along the side of his neck, loving the goosebumps it raised. I was thrilled to see that Corey needed my touch as much as I needed to touch him. “I’ll inject a toxin into your body. It’ll make physiological changes, including giving you something akin to a womb to carry our baby.”
He squeaked. “What the fuck does that mean? How would I carry a baby? Is it safe? How am I supposed to go out in public like that?”
I couldn’t contain it. I laughed, and he glared at me. “I’m kidding. No womb, no babies. What will happen is that I’ll bite you and my saliva will mix with your blood. I’ll swallow some of it, and your body will absorb my own DNA. There will be changes, for both of us, as our bodies attune themselves. Our scents will alter, becoming a mix of each other’s. That way, anyone who smells us will know we belong to someone already. This only happens for true mates. The bite is erotic, but the changes only apply to us.”
“And this is something you want?”
I kissed his nose. “Are you serious? I’ve been captivated by your smell since the first day. My wolf wants to roll around in it, to have it permeate his fur. You smell like no other ever has for me.” I reached out and rucked up his shirt. He lifted his arms, and I took it off him, then tossed it onto the floor.
“So what changes does it make to our bodies?”
This one would make him laugh. I hoped. “No one else will ever be able to give me an erection. My body and the responses will be tied directly to you. Not that it matters, because I would never cheat on you.”
“So you can’t jack off?”
“Nope. You have the control here. If you choose to withhold sex, I’ll have to deal with it.”
“And what about me?”
“The nice thing about being the true mate is that there aren’t any ill effects for you. I think Fate, or whoever decides on our mates, wanted to even the playing field. What will happen is your body will become accustomed to mine. You’ll be able to relax easier, and opening you up will be painless.”
“That doesn’t sound bad.”
I unsnapped his pants, then lowered his zipper. As I tugged the jeans down, I noticed he’d gone commando, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as his erection popped up, the tip weeping precome. “I would never do anything that would hurt you. I hope you know that.”
“Yeah, I do.” He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. “Come down here.”
