Dean

by Erin Havoc

  Her eyes change and I remember, too late, that she can see my scars.

  But the way her eyes shift isn’t bad, and she’s not disgusted or afraid. Her fingers brush down my arms, following the trail of the scars. Her face opens in a smile, soft and beautiful, and, fuck, I love this woman.

  “You know,” she says, moving against my member. “It might be quick. But I don’t think I can stop this anymore.”

  “Stop what?”

  “I’m in love with you.” Honesty and vulnerability take her face, and her eyes are two jewels, shining in the moonlight. The moment is almost sacred as she smiles at me. “Agreeing or disagreeing. Mating or not.” She grips my shoulders. “Scars or not. I don’t think I can stop this feeling now.”

  I fist her hair in both my hands and kiss her, fiercely. “I love you. So much I don’t think I can live without you anymore.” I take deep breaths, inhaling her. “These scars are from the day I was chased off...”

  “I know. And you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She moves, her body pressing into mine. “But I love them. They’re part of you, they’re part of what makes you amazing. So I love them too.”

  I clash my mouth into hers, and the kiss turns fiery and desperate as if we don’t have enough time to enjoy each other. My hands find her curves, her breasts and I knead at them, impatiently tugging at her bra.

  Shifting so I can unclasp it, my wolf grows impatient with every failed attempt. Finally, I grip the front between my fingers and shred the fabric, revealing her breasts.

  “Dean!” She cackles, her mounds bouncing with the motion. Her nipples are hard, ready for me to latch onto them, so that’s exactly what I do. I suck on one then the other until she’s moaning my name, her legs spread, ready for me to take her.

  “Let me get a condom,” I say into her tits, getting up and darting into the living room to recover one inside my wallet. When I walk back, I’m already sheathed in it.

  “That was fast,” she breathes as I find her lips again. She bucks and moves against my dick and I’m so hard it’s painful. My balls are heavy with how much load I want to burst into her, but it’s not the time. She’s not ready for the mating yet, so she’s not ready for cubs.

  And I’m giving her whatever time she needs. I’m giving her everything she wants.

  Her panties follow the same fate of her bra, ripped, and dropped to the floor. She laughs again, but the sound dies out as I press my cock-head to her folds.

  Parting her knees wider, I gawk at her cunt, wet and glistening and perfect. I lick my lips, staring into my woman’s eyes, letting her know the next thing on my to-do list is devouring her pussy.

  She shivers with anticipation. I bend and capture her lips as I enter her.

  Natalie gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as I stretch her entrance. I’m big, so I take it slow and enter her inch by inch, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Her ankles hook behind my back, and her eyes roll heavenward as she groans in delight.

  “Tell me when it’s okay to move,” I mutter into her jaw, “because I’m dying to fuck this wet cunt of yours.”

  “Fuck,” she groans, raking her nails down my arms and crying out. She bucks and I enter her deeper, and Natalie’s eyes snap open. “Fuck me, Dean! I think I’ll pass out if you don’t.”

  Sliding into her to the hilt, I take a moment to savor the feeling of her warmth around me. Encapsulating me, bringing me higher. Her sweet, sweet sounds drive my wolf half-mad with lust, and in a moment I’m fucking her into the mattress, harder and harder with every breath.

  She receives me, spreading herself. Natalie thrashes on the pillow and bounces back on my cock, seeking her release. I stare into her face, committing her expression to memory as she twitches and moans and cries.

  Reaching down, I touch her clit.

  She comes hard, her legs jerking and her eyes snapping shut with the force of the orgasm. Her pleasure pleases me as she clamps down around my cock, jerking me off with her inner walls. I tremble, a howl crawling its way up my throat.

  Still pounding into her, I bring her ankles up and over my shoulders, giving me more. Natalie moves erratically, seeking more, her words coming out in incomprehensible bursts. I grip her hips and pound into her, driving more lust between our bodies.

  “There, there,” she stutters out, digging her nails into my thighs as I bend and fuck her into oblivion.

  We come together this time, one pleasure driving the other, pulling the other along. My wolf wins the fight, my nails and teeth growing sharper. I feel my claws biting into Natalie’s thighs so I pull back. She still moves, still undulates her hips in that mesmerizing way. The howl I have been holding back bursts from me, and I drop my head as I come, mighty bliss blinding me.

  Natalie’s hands reach for me moments later, tugging me closer. I drop over her, catching my weight before I crush her. She hugs me around the shoulders and presses her face to the crook of my neck.

  I bring her as close as possible, my dick still deep inside her. Kissing her skin, I smell the scent of our joined juices, and I revel in the feeling of having her.

  She kisses me and pulls back to look into my eyes. Then she smiles.

  “Good?” I ask, my entire body already wanting more.

  She nods. “Fantastic. Guess we are a match.”

  “We are.” I snuggle her closer, drinking her presence in. “And we will be for as long as you want me.”

  She sinks her teeth into her lower lip. “That’ll be a long time. Hope you don’t mind.”

  I laugh. “Are you kidding? God, I wish I could spend the rest of my days like this.”

  She hums. “But there are so many other positions for us to try...” And the glint in her eye tells me she’s also thirsting for more.

  Good. Because I’m not done tasting her.

  Pulling back, I adjust on the bed so I lie between her legs. “Oh, yeah. That reminds me of the next item on the list.”

  Her pussy glistens and I’m fucking starved for her.

  Natalie reaches down to grip my hair, and in her face, there’s love and confidence. I know her heart’s mine.

  “You sure? You’ve already made me come thrice tonight.”

  I press my nose into her mound and breathe her in. “Thrice? That’s too few, baby.”

  And with a grin, I feast on her, devouring her pussy and slurping at her juices like a starved man. Like this is my last meal. And it’s the most delicious thing in the world.

  EPILOGUE

  NATALIE

  TWO MONTHS LATER

  His fingers interlace with mine and I’m anchored. I’m here.

  Dean’s presence has become the safest, surest thing in my life. And today, as we make our vows and sign our names next to one another, it’s just another step closer to being his. Truly his.

  Forever his.

  “So Neil is giving me a week off,” Dean says with a smile. “That’s his wedding gift.”

  I chuckle, circling my hands around his waist and propping my chin to his chest. He snuggles me closer as we soar the floors, our bodies pressed together, our mouths brushing. “Then I’m asking Karen to put off all my arrangements so we can spend a week in bed.”

  Dean laughs, his hands running down my lace-covered torso to cup both my ass-cheeks. “Sounds fantastic.”

  “I know we weren’t thinking about doing anything different or too wild,” I tell him, looking up between my lashes. “But I rented a cabin in the woods. I thought, you know... Even if we just had the weekend, it would be nice for you to be able to run into the woods as much as you can.”

  Dean crashes me even closer to his chest and rains kisses over my face. “You’re perfect. I love it. I will love it even more if there’s a creek near the cabin and you tell me you’re swimming naked every day.”

  I nibble on my lower lip. “You know what? I think I saw something like that near the cabin.”

  He punches the air. “Yes!” Then he presses a kiss to t
he button of my nose. “But you didn’t need to do that, baby. I’m far beyond happy being able to run into the woods this often. Living with you brings me to the edge of the forest anyway.”

  Dean moved in with me the following week after we went out for the first time. He wanted to give me space and time, but I couldn’t be parted from him for long. I’ve become addicted to the way he made me feel, to how his hands fit my hips, how my body warmed to his presence.

  From that very first night where he defended me and put his beliefs aside to protect me, I knew I wanted him forever. But he has been so firm on proving me he’s worth my time I couldn’t convince him of mating me that first night. Neither any of the others.

  Until tonight.

  We’re married, officially married, and I’m grateful Dean’s boss has given him the week off, because I’m mating this man until he can’t have enough of me.

  And something tells me he never will.

  He unlocks the suite door of the hotel room we’re staying for the night, and I’m out of my shoes in two seconds. Dean’s tie and suit follow, and his hands and mouth find my body as if they’re meant to be there.

  Dean’s fingertips skim down the lace of my corset with heated care, burning along my covered skin as his kisses draw moans from within me. I’m soaked in seconds, his hands skimming down my sides to lift my skirt.

  “I will fuck you from behind,” he lets me know, gripping handfuls of my bottom with bruising strength. Dean pulls back a hand and slaps one of my cheeks, bringing out a mix of moans and gasps from my lips. “Ride this pretty ass until you’re begging me.”

  I rub myself against his hardness and open a grin. “That will take no time at all.”

  Dean manhandles me into the bed and flops me down, ass-up. He flips my skirt and smirks as I look over my shoulder, tilting my hips up. His gaze dances down my curves, and I feel so fucking adored right now.

  “How much,” he says in a rumble, running a digit down the side of my panties, “do you like these panties?”

  I shrug, laughter bubbling up in my chest. “I bought them knowing you’d destroy them.”

  “Fuck, I love you,” he says, basically bursting his zipper in the rush and stepping out of his pants. I’m bursting with lust, waiting for his touch again when he hooks his fingers around the panties and shreds them into pieces.

  I cry out even if I was waiting for the action, and burst into laughter. But Dean doesn’t find it as funny as I do. He raises a hand and slaps each ass-cheek twice. Every touch of his brings sharp pain mixed with pleasure, and I clench my muscles, waiting for the next.

  Two fingers of his find my already-wet entrance and he teases my clit, covering it with my juices. I moan, my head dropping over a shoulder as he takes me higher and higher. It’s so easy for him to have me calling his name, begging for his dick. He has this control over me, as much as he has over my heart.

  I push my hips back and his fingers slide into my entrance. “Fuck me already,” I hiss between my teeth. Dean releases a pent-up huff and backs off, fumbling with his discarded pants. “What are you doing?”

  “Condom,” he replies with a strangled voice. I know his wolf is fighting him for control, thrashing inside him, ordering him to take me.

  “Baby,” I call over my shoulder, catching his eye. “No condom.”

  He stops and stands, a brow cocking up. “Are you sure?”

  I nod, smiling at my beautiful mate. “I am. I don’t want anything between us when we mate.”

  He breathes out something that sounds very much like a prayer, and his body finds mine once more. The head of his member presses into my entrance, and I hold my breath. The first pump always stretches me to the max, spreading me further than I ever thought possible.

  Dean sinks into me and my breath comes out in desperate moans, my brows coming down in concentration as I feel his every inch inside me. The skin-to-skin contact is amazing, and I circle my hips to receive him even deeper.

  My husband grunts as he sheaths himself inside me, his hands curled in fists to my sides. As soon as he’s deep inside me, his balls touching my pussy, something clicks. The mating bond. Dean pulls off and slams back in.

  There’s no romance and no sweetness. We are not making love.

  We are fucking like animals, and I love it.

  Dean’s pounds grow into a frenzy and I part my legs wider and cry out, bracing my weight on my knees to give him full access, complete freedom. I want him to fuck me like that, and for a moment I regret having made the reservation for the hotel room. It flashes across my mind — the two of us rutting in the grass, amid the woods. We should have gone to the cabin tonight.

  But I wouldn’t be able to go that long without him. Not when I’ve already put the mating off for so long.

  He rams into my pussy like a piston, reaching deep, slamming into that amazing point that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. Lust courses through me like lava, leaving bumps down my skin where his fingers drive into my hips.

  “Yes yes yes,” I chant like a mantra, his name escaping my mouth here and there with a cry of pleasure.

  Dean fists my hair, destroying my updo with his rough fingers as he brings my head to the side, and as I rise, as I soar, he bends down and latches his teeth on the place my neck meets my shoulder.

  It’s not a sensual nibble. He bites down hard, and I feel his sharp canines driving deep into my flesh. Pain blooms on the back of my eyelids but it’s immediately replaced by sharp pleasure. So much, too much, and I tumble off the edge of orgasm with my body convulsing, my moans stumbling off my mouth.

  Mate mate mate

  Dean’s motions grow even more pointed as his teeth draw back and he licks along the wound. He presses his forehead between my shoulder blades as a rumble crosses his chest and fills the room.

  “Mine,” he roars into my skin. “You’re finally mine.”

  “I’ve always been yours,” I groan back, unable to move or respond, or do anything but soak in the pleasure he gives me.

  My words urge him on and Dean slams into me harder through two pumps before he explodes inside me. I feel every jet of his thick seed inside me, covering my walls, filling me so much I’m left gawking, breathless. It’s so filthy, and I’m so sensitive, I come all over again, clenching my muscles around his hard shaft.

  When we’re both done, Dean drops next to me and pulls my limp body to his chest. He peppers kisses down my brow to my lips and hugs me so close we’re one.

  Pressing a hand to my lower belly, I know that won’t last. Soon enough we’ll be three. Our beautiful family will grow, and we’ll be everything Dean has ever wanted.

  EPILOGUE

  DEAN

  FIVE YEARS LATER

  Johnny finally snores in my arms.

  His small frame is limp as I walk into his bedroom and lie him down on his bed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Our sweet cub. It’s past ten, and he’s been fighting not to fall asleep since way past his bedtime. He’s going to be as fierce as his mom.

  His mom. My gorgeous, perfect wife. The woman of my life.

  My mate.

  It’s been five years and I’m still not over that fact. That someone like me could deserve, could have someone like her. Her bright spirit, her warm presence will always be a reason for me to thank the heavens. I’ll never get used to her.

  Nat swears she got pregnant with Johnny on our mating day. I believe her. I came so hard inside her that evening it blew my brains out. But it could have been any day after it. We still fuck like animals, and I will never have it any other way.

  But ever since Johnny came along, I’ve been unsure. We went back to condoms during her postpartum period and it’s been a couple of weeks we abandoned them. Will I be a good father? My father was good enough, but I didn’t have a family to inspire me. And while in the beginning, I could get by — Johnny was a baby, and every action was sort of mechanic — now that he’s growing up and developing opinions and beliefs, I’m afraid
I won’t be up for the task.

  But having Natalie in my life makes everything so much easier. Johnny’s a challenge but she’s with me every step of the way. Making me believe in ourselves.

  I guess I’m ready for another cub. For a litter of them, if that might be.

  When I walk into the bedroom, Natalie’s waiting for me like that first night. Lying in bed with a glint to her eye and nothing but underwear on her gorgeous body. Maternity brought her even more curves and I can’t see her in a snug piece of clothing or cleavage without getting hard.

  “Is he asleep?” She asks in a soft voice that doesn’t conceal her lust.

  I can smell it from here.

  “He is,” I reply as I pull my shirt out, a rumble vibrating through my chest. “Finally.”

  She pats the mattress next to her. “Tell your wolf to calm down. I need to tell you something first.”

  My wolf sits back on his haunches inside me, waiting. He’s learned good things come to those who wait. Natalie has trained him well.

  I sit next to her, reaching out to cup her face and kiss her once. “Is something the matter?”

  “Never.” Her smile brightens the night up. “Everything is perfect. I got the store’s App of the Year for the fourth time in a row. Karen’s matched. You two are healthy and happy. Everything is great.” She brushes my hair away from my face. “Don’t worry your mind, baby. It’s nothing bad.”

  “All right, then what is it?” I finger the strap of her bra, running a fingertip down to tease her nipple. It pops, hardening against the fabric.

  She tilts a smile, gripping my wrist. “Remember what we were talking about the other day? How you’re a great dad and how Johnny loves you even if he complains when you put him to sleep?”

  “Yeah.” I nod, my mind wandering to how she tastes beneath those flimsy clothes.

  She tilts my chin up. “I think we’re ready for another cub.”