“What do you think?” Cade whispers, smirking up at me. “Should I shave it?”
“Absolutely not,” I say right away before pausing. “Well, it’s your hair so you can do whatever you want with it, but it seems a shame to shave it off now that you’ve got it so long and beautiful.”
“You’re so cute,” he says with a grin. “You love it but if I wanted to shave it, you’d let me. Such a wonderful mate of mine.”
My cheeks heat from the praise. “Wonderful mate,” I breathe out. “Make me your mate, Cade.”
“Where do you want it?”
A shiver runs down my spine at the question. There’s something so sexy about the way he’s asked me, wanting to know where I’ve been dreaming about wearing his mark.
“My wrist,” I say, holding my hand out for him. “Please.”
Cade runs his fingers from my elbow down to my wrist. He cradles my hand in his own and my breathing picks up, my heart hammering against my ribs with anticipation. He kisses the inside of my wrist, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Do it,” I whisper and a moment later, Cade opens his mouth, rests his teeth against my wrist, and bites down.
A sharp hiss leaves my lips as he bites down, breaking the skin and marking me as his. I close my eyes, overwhelmed with how happy I am. I can feel our mating bond sliding into place, resting at the back of my head right above my spine. I’m taken. I’m claimed. I am Cade’s.
When I open my eyes, Cade is standing there, staring at me. He’s got a little smile on his face, his lips red from my blood. He’s marked me and now it’s time for me to do the same for him.
“Would it be fucked up to have you bite my pec, so your mark rests right above my heart?”
I chuckle softly. “I’m into it. Take your shirt off.”
“Buy a guy dinner first,” he says with a low whistle, teasing me. I slap his shoulder and roll my eyes which makes him laugh even harder.
I bite my bottom lip as Cade pulls his shirt over his head. He’s about ten months along which means he’s finally startingto show. Just two more months and the baby inside him will be here with us. I can’t wait.
My eyes sweep over Cade’s body and my mouth runs dry. Jesus fucking Christ, my mate is hot. Cade might be bald but the rest of him is covered with hair that I find I love running my fingers through.
“Right here,” he says, touching his left pec.
Instead of going straight for biting him, my fingers skim over his pecs. They’re furry and soft. I’m tempted to squeeze them but instead, I run my hands lower, petting his stomach. Two of my fingers run down into his boxers and he yelps, catching my wrist.
“You’ll have time for that in a moment. Bite first, then you can have your wicked way with me,” Cade says, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I give him a little pout before nodding. “Fine. But once I’m done biting you, I’m sucking your dick. You wouldn’t deny your mate what he wants, would you?”
“Of course not,” he says with a smile.
Wrapping a hand around the back of my head, Cade guides me to his chest. My hand cups his pec, squeezing the soft mound gently as I bring my mouth to where his mating bite will go. After giving his chest a soft kiss, I open my mouth and bite down.
“Fuck,” Cade hisses out, a mixture of pleasure and pain. His fingers tighten in my hair before he’s pulling, bringing my mouth away from his chest up to his mouth. When our lips meet, our blood mixes on our tongues.
Our mating bond solidifies. Where once there was Cade and Spencer, now there’sus.
“Mine,” I say, pushing Cade backwards. With a chuckle, he crawls back onto our bed. My chest rumbles with a pleased purr, thundering through our otherwise quiet room. I follow him onto the bed. “You’re mine,” I say, punctuating the words by kissing him again.
I have a feeling we won’t be getting much sleep tonight.
Chapter Thirteen
Cade
I stare at our bed, wondering how much weight it can take before it breaks when Spencer steps into the room. I hold out my hand and he takes it, allowing me to kiss the mating bite I left there a few months ago. It’s scarred over in the most beautiful way.
“What’s that face for?”