He pulled back, his expression was one of pure satisfaction as he moved up my body, placing kisses all over while he made his way to my mark. His hot breath fanned over my skin and I tried to control my breathing.
My hand wrapped around his length, causing him to tense up. "Let me do the same for you," I said as I moved my hand up and down his shaft.
He let out a moan before shaking his head. "I need to be inside you. I won't be able to last very long if you do that," he admitted.
My lips curved upward. "I will have you in my mouth next time."
"I look forward to it," he replied huskily.
He pressed his forehead to mine, and I closed my eyes and braced for what was to come. He pressed his tip into my folds, and I gasped at the contact. I opened my eyes and stared into a sea of silver. His eyes held so many raw emotions. Excitement, pleasure, and love. All the emotions I felt were being reflected back to me. My wetness made it easy for him to slide fully into me. We held eye contact until he was all the way inside.
My eyes squeezed shut and my back arched as he hit my wall. Feeling him inside of me felt incredible. "Fuck, Blaine," I moaned.
He didn't move, while he waited for me to get used to him. He was stretching me, filling me up, and he fit perfectly. Mates were made for one another. Once I was comfortable, I opened my eyes. I tilted my hips upwards so I could feel him deeper and a groan escaped my lips.
"You feel amazing." He moved slowly, in and out of my slick folds. I'd never truly felt anything as incredible as this.
Once he got going, I lost any ounce of control I had. My legs wrapped around his waist and my claws dug into his back. My canines extended, and I bit his mark as his sunk into mine. Thrust after thrust, we tore at each other. It was animalistic and I couldn't get enough. I loved the way he felt inside me, and I loved the way I felt in his arms.
Each thrust came faster, building a heat within me. I clenched my thighs around him as my body convulsed in pleasure. His eyes met mine, and he stiffened. A low moan escaped his swollen lips. I felt him unload inside of me, and my walls squeezed in response.
Panting heavily, he pulled out and dropped beside me. He snaked an arm around me, holding me close. Sweat and blood covered both of us and our scents mixed. My mark burned on my neck; it was inflamed and sent tingles of pleasure racing down my body. A sign that the mating process was complete.
"You're everything to me," he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to my head.
My body deflated and my eyelids fluttered closed. Exhaustion seeped in, making it impossible to remain awake. Our breathing synced as we lay intertwined on the blanket in the middle of the meadow.
I was curled up in the corner of our sectional with one of my throw blankets splayed over me. Fully mating with Blaine was an inexplicable notion. I had fallen utterly in love with him, and I relished in the feeling. His mark still burned on my neck, which was still sensitive to the touch, and begged for Blaine.
We had finally made love, and it was more than I had ever dreamed it could be. I never wanted to forget the way his skin felt against mine or the perfect way we fit together. I could still feel his touch on my skin. A soreness between my legs lingered that made me smile.
Blaine insisted on going to the store to buy me some chocolate, wine, and pain killers to recover. Bless his heart. I closed my eyes as I rested against the sofa and dozed off.
A loud knocking ruptured my sleep, startling me. I was drowsy when I ran a hand through my hair before crawling off the couch. It was probably Blaine. Although he had a copy of the key, he must've forgotten it. I shook my head in amusement, my fingertips brushing over my mark again.
"You know, you should have remembered your keys. I thought you wanted me to rest," I called out as my bare feet padded toward the door. "You should be more considerate. You are the reason I'm so sore." I opened the door, and my breath caught in my throat.
Nolan.
He trained his eyes on me as he stood in the doorway. I covered myself up with my robe, cursing myself for not doing so before I opened the door.
"That lingerie suits you." Gulping, his eyes glazed over in a cloud of lust. "Black is definitely your color."
"It's not meant for you," I seethed.
"What? Loverboy isn't here?" he mused, stepping into my cottage, and walking past me.
"You're not welcome here," I said, gesturing for him to leave.
I couldn't believe I had once been attracted to him. His shoulder-length brown hair was tangled and dirty, and his green eyes were dull and swollen.
He shook his head. "Listen, I need to talk to you. Please hear me out."
My lips parted. This was the first time I had been alone with him since the rejection. Two fucking years of hurling insults at me and now he showed up to talk?
My nails dug into my palms. "What could be so important for you to do a house call?"
"Ivy's pregnant," he said.
I sucked in a sharp breath. "What?"
"She's pregnant. I never thought she'd get pregnant. It's damn near impossible for anyone to knock up someone who isn't their mate. I never wanted a kid. I fucked up." He clasped his hands over his head.
My throat went dry, and my head was spinning at his news. It hadn't crossed my mind that Ivy would
