Page 56 of Chev's Mate

I slide my thumb from the base of her mark to the very top. Vanessa moans, the noise quiet and full of need.

“Do my fingers feel good?” I ask.

I place my palm against her shoulder and rub my thumb up and down. I know it makes her cum, but I want to learn more. I want to know everything about it.

“Yes,” Vanessa gasps. “But it feels better when you put your mouth on it.”

I release myself, afraid to cum. I wasn’t expecting that, and I’m getting too excited.

I release her neck, too, and I plant both my hands on the counter before sucking in a slow, calming breath. I need to calm down before I embarrass myself.

Vanessa touches the back of my hands, her fingers tracing the visible veins before she spins in my arms. Her eyes meet mine for a brief second before dropping down. There’s no point hiding my erection—it’s impossible—and I remain still while my mate eyes me. My leathers cover me, but barely.

“You’re always hard when you touch me,” she says. “Do you take care of yourself after?”

I nod. “I can taste you on my tongue for hours,” I admit.

It only takes one or two strokes for me to reach completion, but that’s a minor detail I’m not going to tell Vanessa. I never want to lie to my mate, but if she asks, this will be one I tell.

Vanessa reaches for the tie on my side, the only thing holding my leathers together. It’s a loose knot, and my heart pounds as she loosens it and lets the fabric fall to the floor. She’s removing my clothing.

She’s looking at me.

My erection hangs heavily between my thighs, and I hope she’s not disappointed by what she sees. Vanessa continues to stare, but her expression is unreadable. Our bond hums, which I take as a good sign, and I clasp my hands behind my back as I wait for further instruction.

I’ve always fantasized about being rough with my mate. Most shifter males are, but I don’t feel that urge with Vanessa. For once, I’m thankful to have incubus blood in me. While I don’t share most of their desires, my need to please my mate is one Ihavepicked up on. I want to make Vanessa happy more than I want to dominate her, and my bear makes no complaints as I lower my chin and wait for her to tell me what to do.

My female has been through so much, and I will never be a male who takes from her.

My mark is almost black by now, and I resist the urge to shiver when she ghosts her finger over the skin. She’s so close to my cock. One slight movement, and she would be touching it.

Vanessa clears her throat, her eyes still lingering on my shaft. “I’m okay with you pleasuring yourself while you lick my mark.”

My bear begins his annoying fucking rumbling, but Vanessa only smiles as I punch my chest to try to make it stop. That smile turns into a laugh as she spins and moves her hair out of the way again. She wants me to lick her, and she wants me to touch myself while I do so.

I punch my chest, desperate for the embarrassing noises to stop.

“Let him.” Vanessa chuckles. “I like it.”

I drop my fist, and the noises grow louder.

“Can I cum?” I ask.

“I should hope so.”

Vanessa laughs, proud of her little joke, but it’s cut short when I dart forward and drag my tongue up the length of her mark. She plants her hands on the countertop, stabilizing herself as I curl my fist around myself and stroke. My Vanessa curses, encouraging me to continue.

This is the best day of my life.

I fuck my fist at the same pace I lick her, my hips twitching as I pant against her warm skin. It feels so fucking good, and heat coils in my lower belly. I’m going to cum so quickly, and I squeeze my eyes shut as it builds.

Vanessa’s moaning grows louder, and I cry against her as my cock begins to leak. It wants to be inside her, and I tighten my grip on myself as I begin to cum. Vanessa shivers, and I quickly catch her when her knees give out.

She pants as she orgasms, and for a long moment, the sound of our heavy breathing is the only thing filling the room. Thenit’s replaced with giggles, and I let out a relieved sigh as I drop my head onto her shoulder. The sound of Vanessa’s laughter makes my heart soar, and I hide my grin in her hair as her shoulders shake against my chest.

My mate is happy.

“I love you,” I say.

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