by Honey Jans
"What the hell do you think you were doing?"
She looked up at his glittering eyes and knew he was feeling the same thing she did. They belonged together. “Covering your back. Isn't it about time someone did?” The startled look on his face was priceless.
"My god, I thought I was going to lose you,” Cruz said, holding her tight. “Promise me that you won't ever scare me like that again."
She pulled back to look deep into his dark eyes. “It's a deal if you promise not to be so bossy and stubborn for the rest of our lives.” She saw the hope spring in his eyes.
"Will you bind with me, my feisty rescuer?"
She nodded overcome with emotion. “Oh yes. I'm not letting you get away again."
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Chapter 16
Honey stood at the entrance to the Lockwood courtyard under starlight. She only wished that her parents could have lived to see her wed to a member of the badass Bear clan. Her mother would have smiled, having had a wild side herself. And now that she'd grilled Grandsire about being the chosen one, she knew that her mother had been a seer which gave her other powers. That's why she'd never fit in with her clan. But now Cruz was helping her develop them and had put her in contact with his clan's seer. Members of both clans were gathered in the garden for the binding ceremony. Now that mating fever was over and Joelle's cohorts had been rounded up, peace once again reigned.
She smiled as Tyson and Lane walked up to the flower-strewn arbor. They weren't really part of her harem anymore, Cruz becoming a harem of one, but she was delighted that they remained close. Then Cruz walked up to the head of the aisle and took her breath away. He looked drop-dead gorgeous in his tux.
"You ready to marry that wild Bear?” Black Jack asked with a smile as he took her hand.
Honey nodded. “I think it always had to be him.” She took a deep breath as her grandsire proudly walked her down the path. The guests turned to look at her but she only had eyes for Cruz. When she looked into his eyes, all else faded away.
The official looked at the wedding guests. “Is there any objection from either clan to this match?"
Honey turned to give the guests a forbidding scowl, and they erupted in laughter.
Cruz took her hand, turning her around. “Easy, Honey. Don't zap them with your auras."
"I wouldn't dream of it,” she said with a smile, thinking of the blanket of rage she'd draped over Joelle. She hadn't known that she'd had it in her.
"There is no objection,” Black Jack said. “I give my granddaughter to the Werebear Clan.
Honey smiled at him and he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Be happy,” he said, before placing her hand in Cruz's.
"I now pronounce you bound together. What has been brought together this evening, let no creature put asunder."
Cruz scooped Honey up in his free arm, holding her close. Cruz didn't slow down until he had them in their binding chamber. He'd stolen his Goldilock's heart and he wasn't giving her up. He bolted the door and then set her down, gazing at her in wonder. He could still hardly believe it, that this vision of loveliness wanted him.
"Come here, mate,” Honey said, crooking a finger at him.
Cruz stepped toward her, suddenly feeling unprepared. Mating he knew; binding was another story. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back, melting into his embrace; her stiff nipples rubbing against him through her gown drove him crazy. He touched her gown and it fell off her so that she was suddenly naked, shivering with excitement in his arms.
"You've got to teach me how to do that!” she said, stepping out of her gown.
"All in good time, Honey,” he said, picking her up and carrying her to bed. “You've got a lifetime to learn all my tricks."
She nibbled on his ear, making him hiss with pleasure.
"Sounds delightful, but you're wearing too many clothes, Mr. Bear."
Cruz groaned as she reached down to cup his growing erection.
"Pants be gone,” she murmured, then giggled when he burst out of them. “At least I have one power."
"Always did,” he said with a growl, his stiff cock rubbing tantalizingly against her warm thigh. “Honey, you've got all the powers you'll ever need inside you."
She smiled, opening her legs. “Take me, my mate."
Cruz settled against her warm, welcoming body, her pussy wetting the head of his cock. “No more harems for you."
"Not even a little one?” she teased.
He let out a growl frowning down at her. “What do you think?"
"No harems, but remember that goes both ways,” she agreed with a smile.
He nodded. “You have my word.” He looked down at her. “Ready?” He didn't miss the sudden, expressive longing in her big blue eyes.
"Yes."
He took her hand. “Our hands are bound, our bodies joined as one,” he said in a low rumble, surging into her. “I take you as my one true mate, Honey."
Honey cried out, her pussy clutching his cock as her body and soul claimed him as her own. “Our hands are bound, our bodies joined.” She gasped with pleasure, wrapping her legs around him as he took her to orgasm. “I take you as my one true mate, Cruz."
She arched into his touch, his needy heat. Her ability to bring him to a fever peak still astonished him. His hardness slipped inside her joining them physically.
"I'm going to bite you now. I promise not to take too much blood. You'll know what to do if it's right. Let your heart be your guide."
He bit her, feeling her orgasm and his own. Tasting her sweet nectar, he felt connected with her body and soul.
Honey gasped when the fleeting pain from his bite turned into pleasure. She rocked with it and could hardly believe it when her canines grew long and sharp. Instinctively, she let go of her inhibitions. She bit Cruz on the neck, gently sinking her incisors into his flesh. Instead of being scared, she was enthralled. She felt all he was, all he'd experienced, and knew she was giving him the same gift. His blood tasted like the finest wine. She felt them become two. The connection rocked her to her soul. She snapped into another orgasm and felt him thunder against her cervix harder, longer, as they rocked together.
Finally, she fell away with a stunned cry, missing the connection.
Outside, a cry of celebration rang out.
"What on earth is that shout?"
"Our family crest lit up the night sky announcing to my people that we are one."
Honey snuggled at his side content. “Then that means..."
"That we are true life mates. How does it feel?"
"I'll tell you in about a century,” she said then laughed, wrapping her hand around his hardening erection.
"Ah, my demanding little queen. As always, your wish is my command."
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Honey Jans is a natural born romantic with an extraordinarily vivid yet kinky imagination. Honey hopes her erotic tales add spice and reading pleasure to your life. She loves to hear from her readers and tries to answer all queries. If you'd like to contact her, you can email Honey or join her newsgroup.
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