Page 46 of Broken Chains

“Is this really what you want? Am I who you want?”

I looked up into his sea green eyes and my breath caught. “You’re everything to me, Oliver. You’re all I want,” I surprised us both by admitting.

He closed the gap between us without another word as his lips brushed against mine, soft at first, then more persistent. My lips parted on a moan and my body lit on fire as I pressed forward to kiss him back. His tongue sought out mine as they tangled, exploring in new ways. Time faded around us; my heart soared, my pulse raced, cocooned in that one perfect kiss.

I pouted as Oliver pulled back. He rested his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes. He was breathing just as heavily as I was and there was no denying he was affected by that kiss.

“I can’t keep fighting this. All my life I’ve fought to give my family everything I possibly could while sacrificing anything for myself. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Peyton. I have this uncontrollable urge to mark you as mine every time you walk into the room. I know what I want, and I know it’s not what you should want.”

I scowled at him. “You don’t get to say what I should or shouldn’t want. I need you, Oliver Smith. You are all I’ll ever need.”

With a low growl he kissed me again, excitement welling up through me. With trembling hands, I reached out to touch him, pulling him closer to me as my fingers entwined in his hair at the nape of his neck.

He seemed hesitant to push things along further, as we continued to kiss until my head was spinning. My hands roamed down his back feeling the strength of his taunt muscles beneath my fingertips. When I reached his lower back, I untucked his shirt, needing to feel his hot skin. Slowly I worked my way back up, dragging his shirt with me, until I pulled back long enough to lift it up and over his head.

I stared down at his naked chest. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him shirtless, just the first time I knew it was okay to touch him shirtless. As he and Brady worked around the house, they both frequently discarded their shirts, and watching Oliver work made me drool every time. This time was different, though. I leaned down and planted light kisses across his collarbone.

He groaned. “Are we really doing this, Peyton?”

I looked up at him with an evil grin. “Try and stop me.”

“No turning back, no regrets?” he asked.

I stared into those deep-sea eyes. “Shut up already and make me yours,” I said.

He grinned, growled, and pushed me back on the bed as he stalked over me. He went back to kissing me senseless, but this time he pulled back just long enough to discard my shirt, then my bra. Next went my pants.

As I lay there in nothing but my panties, he rolled to his side and took his time, looking me up and down. I had never felt so simultaneously exposed and turned on. I fisted my hands in the blanket down by my sides. Instinct had me squirming to cover myself, but this was my mate and I could feel how much he liked what he was seeing.

“So beautiful,” he said before he began navigating my body with kisses, licks, and occasional little bites. When his hands began to explore on their own, I relished in the textures of his hard, calloused fingers against my soft flesh, igniting every nerve ending in my body until I was quaking beneath him.

He pulled back and stood up long enough to remove his own pants and boxers, and I got my first full glimpse of Oliver in all his glory. My mouth fell open in shock. He was huge.

I wasn’t a virgin, but it had been quite a while, and I tried to hold back my momentary panic attack. I had never seen a more well-endowed man in my life. I took a deep breath, tried not to hyperventilate, and continued to stare at him as my mouth began to water and I started to calm down.

Oliver gave me a smirk and climbed back over me. He was closely inspecting my neck and a shiver of awareness hit me so hard I thought I was going to orgasm just from that look. He leaned down and kissed a couple of places along my neck, testing where he planned to mark me. I took a deep breath and my canines immediately elongated at the thought.

He pulled back and stared deep into my eyes, like he was seeking one last confirmation. I smiled widely enough to show him my teeth. He kissed me once on the lips, then trailed a series of them down my neck until he hesitated for only a moment. I felt the pinch, licked my lips, and bit down on his neck, too.

While we froze just like that, he nudged my knees apart and slowly entered me until, for one perfect moment, we were fully joined, mind, body, and soul. It was sheer bliss. He retracted his canines first, licked a drop of blood from my neck, and growled. “Mine!”

I pulled back my own teeth and confirmed. “Yours.”

With that confirmation, a sort of frenzy took over the both of us as Oliver began to move. I matched his rhythm in perfect harmony. When his eyes locked onto mine, I couldn’t look away. It was like looking straight into his soul and I could feel a powerful connection solidifying our bond.

My pulse skyrocketed. My breathing became labored. I cursed and moaned, begging for more. My muscles began to cramp from the magnitude of desire pooling within me. My toes curled and I cried out his name upon my release, never once losing eye contact, until he shouted my name and collapsed onto my heaving chest. Then my eyes rolled back in my head and I shivered in ecstasy.

We stayed like that for a few moments, trying to come back to reality. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and I loved the feel of his weight on me.

Eve was still napping, and I knew we had a few hours left before his brothers found their way home. We didn’t speak, perhaps afraid to break that perfect moment. Oliver got up and closed my bedroom door as I pulled back the covers and slid under. He joined me, pulling my body close to his as he wrapped his arms protectively around me.

He leaned down and gently kissed the bond mark he’d left on my neck. I smiled against his chest where my head rested, listening to his heartbeat until it lulled me to sleep.

I didn’t move a muscle until some time later when the baby began to fuss. Oliver groaned, but I waved him off. I got out of bed, surprised by how sore I felt already, my legs barely more than firm Jell-O. I threw on his T-shirt and my underwear, then tossed him his boxers before getting Eve from her crib.

Oliver

Chapter 16

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