Page 14 of Fated to the Grizzly

Capturing her lips, I kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. Continuing to stroke her swollen clit, she came again and for as long as I lived, I’ll never get enough of watching her fall apart in my arms. Pumping my fingers, I gave her everything she demanded as she rode the final waves of her orgasm.

Flushed and wild-eyed, I held her gaze as I quickly positioned myself between her thighs. Then I looked my fill at her glistening pussy.Mine.I needed to taste my mate’s essence more than I needed my next breath. The first swipe had her bucking oncemore under me, and then I was relentless as I lapped at her folds and suckled her clit. If ambrosia from the gods was real, it would taste like Sierra.

When I felt her tense up, I’d pause, then begin again, paying special attention to her G-spot as I slipped a finger inside, thrumming the flesh right where she guided me.

“Right there. Is that where you need it, love?” I added another finger, and she exploded once again.

She released a strangled cry and her pleasure became mine. Our bond had been building the more pleasure we shared. Dropping kisses on her lower abdomen, I asked, “Are you ready for me, Sierra?” I whispered, afraid to break the spell we were under.

Nodding, her eyes full of what I hoped was love, I rose above her, palming my cock, and guided it toward her entrance. “I want to savor this, but I’m not sure I can go slow.”

“No, I need you. Please, Mac. Fill me up, make me yours.” She reached down and circled the base of my cock. “Now!”

There was no holding back as I slammed into her then pulled out as slowly, savoring the friction of our joining. Blind with lust, my thrusts built, but when she lifted her legs and circled them around my waist, the sound of our bodies slapping undid me. Her sweet moans and sexy mewls filled my ears while my own release seized me.

Wanting, needing her to come with me as I filled her with my seed, I thumbed her clit until her walls clamped onto me. She milked every last drop from me and with a final thrust, our shouts and cries of love mingled, filling the air acting as our own sacred, binding ceremony.

Sweaty and sated, I collapsed as softly as I could against her, whispering all my desires and promises for our life together in the ancient language. As our bodies cooled and our breathing evened out, she cradled my face, brushing hair from my eyes.

“What were those words you were saying?”

“They were a poor substitute I’m sure for the ceremony that my brother Roane is supposed to conduct. I gave thanks to The Fates for you, vowing to protect you as I promised to carry out the prophecy.”

“Was that all? I thought I heard something toward the end. What was it?”

I knew what she meant. I knew I’d be saying the words as many times as she wanted to hear them.

Holding her gaze, I put every ounce of emotion into my voice and whispered reverently, “I love you.”

Watching in awe as my mate’s eyes filled with tears, she returned my words with equal emotion. “I love you.”

Epilogue

MAC

“Look at them all.” Roane, brother number five, scoffed, gesturing to our mates folding baby clothes in the next room. “Nesting I think it’s called.”

“Wow, you’ve been reading again, Ro. I’m impressed.” I laughed. “But you really need to stop complaining. We’ve never eaten so well.”

Quinn joined us in the great room of the castle. “Yeah, Roane. I’d say you’re getting a bit soft around the middle. Maybe we should ask Rhia to start rationing your supply of macaroons?”

Roane rolled his eyes. “Hey, there’s no reason to upset Rhia. It’s just?—”

“I think Roane’s jealous. Our mates are here safe, in our beds, and sure they’re making the castle homier. And soon this place will be filled with play mats, burping cloths and smell like baby powder.” Keir sat next down next to Roane and threw an arm over his shoulder. “Maybe it’s time you get out of here and search for your mate, then maybe you’ll stop moping around.”

Roane ran a hand over his smooth head and released a frustrated growl. Our brother was a dead ringer for Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, and more often than not had a perma-scowl on his face. “Don’t think I haven’t already started. In fact, I’m waiting for some information now.”

As the three began arguing over why Roane was just now letting us in on his plan to locate his mate, I glanced across the room toward the threshold into the dining room where Sierra and my sisters-in-law had gathered.

My mate was glowing. In part thanks to her new sisters, cousins, granddaughters of Brigid, the Irish Goddess of Protection, Healing, and Wisdom. They had bonded over their shared ancestry and their magic. Each one bringing a different power to what they hoped would assist us once the final two women were found.

Thank the gods that Sierra had regained her former health, and much needed weight because she was also carrying our son. Like my brother’s mate’s, she’d become pregnant the first time we made love. We hadn’t told anyone yet. Despite her now being immortal, she was adamant she wanted to wait until she’d made it through the first trimester before we told the family.

Trace and Gavin finally wandered into the room. “What’s going on?” Gavin asked as he stood next to the fireplace. He still wasn’t happy with me that I’d refused the binding ceremony. Even after I told him what our father had said about it and that it wasn’t necessary. After much discussion, we concluded that The Fates’ had crafted the ceremony merely for show.

“Roane says he has a lead on his mate.” I responded.

“Why haven’t you shared this before? Were you just going to take off like Mac did?” Gavin frowned at Roane.

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