Page 76 of How Not to Hate Your True Mate
My cock is still hard, pressing against my stomach, aching for release. I need more, so much more, craving the connection that will bind us together as mates for eternity.
“Bane,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.
My hips rock up, and he takes the cue and starts to move. The knot inside me shifts, and I can’t help but moan. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper, to move faster.
“Let me,” he says. Then his hands are on my hips, holding me still so he can control the pace.
I’m along for the ride, my hands grasping at his shoulders. The pleasure builds with each stroke, and I try to meet his rhythm anyway, thrusting up to meet him as he pumps into me.
“Please, Bane,” I beg, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need... I need you.”
He gives a throaty laugh. “You’ve got me.”
“More,” I demand. “Bite me.”
His head dips down, coming to rest in the crook of my shoulder.
I shudder as Bane’s teeth sink into the tender skin just below my neck. A claiming bite, one that will mark me as his forever. My wolf howls in delight, recognizing its true mate at last.
I tilt my head to the side, baring more of my throat to him. A needy whine escapes my lips as the pressure of his bite increases. The sting of his teeth fades quickly. All I can feel is him inside me, above me, and we’re so connected.
Bane’s hand slides into my hair, holding me still as he licks over the bite, soothing the sting. My head spins as I feel a pull, the connection between us taking hold.
“Doing so good, pup.” Bane adjusts, bringing his chest toward my lips so that the skin above his right pec is in place. “Just bite.”
Without hesitation, I latch onto the skin there, biting down hard.
Bane lets out a guttural moan, his body going rigid for a moment before he melts against me. I tongue the mark, savoring the taste of his skin and the knowledge that I’ve claimed him as irrevocably as he’s claimed me.
“You feel good,” he whispers.
“So do you, puppy.” I feel the mark my teeth left with my fingers. Glad it will stick. He’s mine now.
“My mate,” he growls. “Mine.”
I shiver, basking in the rightness of it all. “Yours.”
The bond between us hums with power, binding our souls together. I can feel every inch of him, the knot inside me making sure he’s not going anywhere. The intensity of being knotted and mating collide and suddenly I’m swimming in an overload of desire.
“Bane, I’m... I’m close,” I stammer, my body trembling beneath him.
He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he continues to drive into me in a slow, steady rhythm. I can feel his own release building, his body tensing as he nears the edge.
“Fuck, babe. Want me to cum inside you?”
“Mhmm.”I nod desperately, my body doing its best to beg for it and invite him in further.
“Oh god, Josh. You wanna feel my knot swell? Feel me cum and lock inside you, fuck...”
“Give… give it to me,” I demand.
What a sweet mate, giving me what I need. Bane curses again, slamming into me one last time, and his knot swells inside me as he cums. I cry out, my own orgasm overtaking me as I feel him lock inside me.
“Hey,” I whisper once I catch my breath. “It’s official now. We’re mated.”
“Good,” he huffs above me. “It’s about damn time.”
Bane Recognized me when he was eighteen, but I don’t care that it took five years longer than it should have before we ended up together. I wouldn’t care if it took fifty years… though I am very grateful it didn’t take quite that long.
All that matters is that we ended up here, right where we belong.
We’re together now. Our mate bond is official. Even when his knot deflates, our bond will still tie us together. Nothing will ever be able to separate us again.
