Page 77 of Understanding Fate

After a minute, she finds her rhythm, and I reach up to slide two fingers inside her, matching her pace with the pumps.

When she falls apart, her walls clamp down on my fingers, and she collapses on top of me.

I could die happy just like this.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, sliding my fingers out and sucking them clean.

She’s panting, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature than my girl when she completely falls apart. Skin flush, sweat glistening, eyes dazed.

Mine.

Mate.

I move her off of me and set myself up behind her. Her knees are barely holding her up, so I give her a moment to catch her breath, and I fist my cock, stroking it slowly.

Once I no longer see the shaking, I line myself with her center, and I slide the head of my cock into her folds, enjoying the way my precum mixes with her orgasm in a shimmering display.

Inch by inch, I push my cock into her, feeling her slowly relent and allow me inside.

Fucking perfect.

“You were made for my cock,” I say, barely containing the gravel in my voice.

Sliding back out, I squeeze her hips and use them as anchors as I slam back in, finding my own rhythm.

Reaching out, I fist the back of her hair, sliding my hand from the base of her neck and pulling her up with my grip. She tenses, gripping my cock even tighter with the reaction.

“Grab the headboard,” I demand, releasing my grip and moving us closer so she can sit up more.

I pull the t-shirt she’s wearing off and wrap my arms around her, gripping her breasts possessively and pulling her body to mine. I restart my thrusts, which are slower now from this angle. She’s nearly in my lap, and I love her weight against me as we build together.

I slide my arm down the planes of her stomach and play with her enlarged and over-sensitive clit.

“Yes, Cain, oh my god, yes,” she pants, losing her paces and melting into me.

Mate.

Mine.

“Tell me who you belong to, Firefly,” I whisper into her ear.

“Yo..uh..ou,” she pants, unable to form the word.

My fingers squeeze on her clit, freezing their movement just as I stop pumping into her.

“Try again,” I taunt.

“You, I belong to you,” she says, sounding out of breath as she lays her head back on my chest.

“Look at me,” "I order, moving her off me to turn her around. Her chest slides down mine as she seats herself back onto my cock, her legs wrapping my waist.

My hands land on her ass, and I pull her closer to me, feeling her heartbeat on my skin. I build into a steady rhythm. Never looking away from her eyes as I push us both to our limits. The edge dangling so close.

“I love you Brielle DelaCourt. I belong to you—mind, body, and soul. I am yours, forever.” I say, staring into her fire-flecked eyes, knowing every word is true.

“I love you too, Cain. I’m yours. Forever,” It’s all I need to hear before my climax hits, and I feel my wolf take over my eyes flashing, teeth shifting, and I bite into her left shoulder just as I feel the piercing of my flesh from her bite.

MATE.

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