Page 28 of Fated In Winter

“I choose you, Conner.” I smiled as I said it, and his wolf pushed at me as my wolf danced around the bond, prancing as if she had never been loved before.

Our wolves had chosen each other before the humans had a chance, and this man beneath me, with his strength and his growly nature, showed me that this was what I wanted, what I had been missing. And I never wanted to let go. I reached between us, under the covers, and gripped him. He groaned, his eyes glowing gold as I stroked him softly.

“Is this how you’re going to wake me up every morning, mate of mine?”

“Maybe I can try something else, to see. We don’t want to get complacent after all.” I lowered myself down, wiggling lower on the bed, and he groaned when I moved the blanket, hovering over his cock. He was thick, long, and far too big for me, but I didn’t care. I gripped the base of him before I slowly lapped at the tip of his dick, swallowing the whole of him in my mouth. His hand slid through my hair, gripping tightly as I hollowed my mouth and began to go down on him. The musky scent nearly sent me over the edge, and I kept licking, sucking, loving the way he moved. It was slow, a wake-up, sensuality in its essence.

And when I pulled away and licked my lips, he groaned. “I need you.”

“Same.”

I stripped off my clothes quickly and hovered over him. With one hand on his shoulder, the other around his cock, I slowly positioned myself over him and sank down. We both let out a hiss of breath as he stretched me, and then I rocked, gripping his hands as we melded together.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“I could say the same for you, but I don’t want to make you think I don’t think you’re all manly and Alpha-y.”

“Don’t you worry. My dick’s inside you right now. I think we can make do.”

I laughed, not aware I could laugh at this moment, but it didn’t matter.

This is who I had been missing, what I had been missing this entire time, and this was all that mattered. We moved slow, learning one another. Figuring out what made each other breathe faster or slow down. Everything was a discovery, a pleasure, a way to find one another, and when he rolled us both on our sides, and I lifted one leg over his hip, he pushed into me harder, faster. We clung on to one another, my claws going down his back, his on my hip. And when he pulled out again, slid me onto my stomach, and pounded into me from behind, I moved into him, breath for breath, move for move. And then his fangs slid into my shoulder, and I groaned, my mate, marking me as his. Our wolves had already done that, in essence, through a bond, but now it was true. It was our choice. He lapped at the wound and then pulled out of me again before turning me back on my back. I opened my legs for him, welcoming him deep inside me as I came, not once, not twice, but three times. He pounded into me hard, both of us shaking from release, and then he tilted his head to the side, and I finally bit down, marking him as mine. My wolf howled in triumph, knowing I had finally made a choice that she had made days ago.

This man was ours, forever and on to ever. And when he filled me, coming hard with my name on his lips, both of us called out into the ways of our wolves, marked as one, chosen as one.

I knew then I had been fated for something else, that my life couldn’t be the darkness that I had wrapped myself in so tightly.

I had been fated with this man at one point in my life, but I hadn’t realized that this could be it. That this could be what I had been missing all this time. I was no longer hiding. I would find out who I was and what path I needed to take, but I wouldn’t be alone.

I had my mate. My salvation, the man I hadn’t realized I had needed.

And when he kissed me again, I smiled.

I was turning a hundred years old in less than a week’s time.

And yet, it felt like I had been reborn into a new life I was finally prepared for. Into a life I would not have to walk alone.

I found my mate, and this was only the beginning.

CHAPTER9

Conner

“Happy birthday,”I whispered to my mate as she looked up at me, her eyes slightly wild, her hair disheveled. Her hair had been in a slight wave when she had gotten ready next to me in my bathroom that morning. Both of us were learning our routines while we prepped for the day and the event. However, between my hands through her hair and then hers through it from stress, she had lost some of the work she put into it. I didn’t mind. She looked sexy as hell no matter what she wore or how she wore it. Not that she was going to let me say that just then, because I had a feeling she was going to growl at me if I touched her again. At least while we were trying to finish everything up.

“Don’t look at me,” she growled.

“What do you mean?”

“I am trying to set up for the event, and you keep touching me and making out with me and pulling me into secret corners.”

I snorted and reached for her.

“Don’t you dare, Conner Jameson!”

“Are you messing with your mate?” Kaylee asked as she came towards me. I opened my arms, my smile wide as I looked over at my twin. Kaylee grinned and wrapped her arms around my waist. I inhaled that familiar scent that was all twin and baby sister wrapped into one and grinned down at her.

“Yes, I am. Now, where’s yours?”

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