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“I will not mark you, as much as I desire to. I want us to agree when we are ready and do it at the same time.” I have no problem marking her first—I am already tied to her for life—but I don’t think she is ready. “Unless you are ready?”

“Maybe,” she replies but hides her eyes.

“You aren’t if that is the word you chose to use.” My instinct is right.

“Does that upset you?” she asks, biting her lip and looking back up.

“No. I will never be mad about your choices unless you put yourself in danger,” I say sternly.

“Okay.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She gasps as, in one fluid movement, I’m above her, forcing her to fall to her back.

I brace myself on my palms and my toes, my body hovering over her. “Do you like my hand on your throat?” I ask, transferring my weight to my left hand, my right grasping her throat lightly.

“Yes,” she groans.

“Why?” I ask.

“It makes me…” she licks her lips. “It makes me feel claimed. Stable. Safe.”

“Good, Little Cub.” I rub my index finger over her delicate skin, feeling her heartbeat. “Don’t ever be afraid of what you want or what you like. I would never judge you for it. What we do together is between us. I will never talk to anyone about what happens when we are together. I am not a man who brags. If you want to talk to your friends, that’s up to you, because I also don’t give a fuck what other people think. I may squeeze—” I demonstrate, flexing my fingers. “But I will never restrict your breathing because I can’t bear to cause you any real pain. Do you believe me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes.

“Good.” I remove my hand and push up, getting to my feet. “Take my shirt off.” I watch her fingers toy with the bottom of it for a moment before she comes to a decision and quickly pulls it up and over her head. “Thank you, Little Cub.” My mate is glorious. Her hair is messier than usual. The momentum of the shirt causes the strands to spread over the pillow. “You are stunning, mate,” I growl.

“Thank you,” she says softly, her face flushed.

I unbutton my pants as I look at her. “I have wanted you since the moment I saw you, not just because of the mating bond.” I lower my zipper. “I had hoped you would like my brand of love. I’m possessive. I don’t want other males near you, mated or not. I hated having you in the same room with the men in my office. I want to bundle you away, for only me to enjoy.” I push my jeans down my legs, stepping out of them quickly. “I’m afraid I may scare you with my need.”

“You won’t,” she is quick to reassure me.

“We’ll see,” I murmur before I surround her, laying flush against her. I close my eyes. It is the first time I have felt every inch of her skin against my body. “I love your smell,” I inhale. “I love how soft your skin is.” I run my hand down her arm. “Put your arms above your head,” I demand and watch with satisfaction as she obeys. “Leave them there unless I tell you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says sweetly.

“Cradle me, bend your knees,” I continue, and suck in a sharp breath when she does. Her pussy opens for me. “You feel so fucking good.” I cup her throat, glide my nose over her cheek, and whisper in her ear. “You want Daddy to fuck you?”

Chapter Fourteen

Stephanie

“Please,” I whimper. Feeling the press of his big body to mine almost made me come. It was the first time seeing him naked, and the sight was overwhelming. I have never seen someone so well made. He makes me feel small and protected.

“You ask so nicely,” he whispers. His breath on my ear spreads tingles through me. “I feel the warmth of your pussy on my cock.”

“God,” I groan as he swirls his hips. How can I get so turned on by him? It’s not only his body but his presence and his words. He is my fantasy come to life. His palm is pressed against my throat. He holds his upper body an inch from mine, braced on his forearm, and I crave the press of it against my breasts.

He surrounds me, and I want to spend my life this way. My bear agrees, growling in contentment because her mate is so near. It’s the first time we are completely in sync.

The length of his cock glides through the wetness that covers me, and I push closer, needing him inside.

“Not yet, mate. Hold still,” he growls. “I want you out of your mind with need.”

“Daddy,” I rasp. I’m already there. He’s barely touched me, and I’m dripping.

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