Mated By Fate by Christa Wick

Chapter Thirty-Four

Esme watchedas Denver’s eyes slid shut with emotion when she whispered the words “love” and “mate” again.

His head dropped to nuzzle her neck as he murmured the words back to her, his grazing lips branding the words into her skin like an invisible tattoo.

They both began making quick work of her clothes then.

A few lightning quick seconds later, they were bare flesh against bare flesh when he cupped the sides of her face and said gravely, "I've been a complete bastard."

She nodded, cupping his face in return. "And I've been an absolute bitch. So I guess we really are well-matched.”

Denver shook his head, his rejection of her self-assessment adamant. "You didn't give me any hell I didn't deserve."

Her chest tightened painfully. She didn't want to cry, but it needed to be said. "Neither of us deserved the torment we went through, or put the other through. But it was a necessary part of our story; it’s what led us here.”

After gently wiping away her tears, he sealed his lips over hers, somehow knowing exactly what she’d been craving, needing from him. It was more than just the heat, it was the affection, the intimacy.

The love.

Relaxing into the pillow, Esme draped her arms around his shoulders and let him control the languid kiss as her magic finished healing his no-longer broken body.

The stronger he got, the more wickedly his hands explored. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he eased two fingers into her slick channel. When she squeezed at them, Denver groaned into her mouth, his hard, thick shaft as big now as she remembered.

With that very impressive showing of his full strength restored, Esme shifted her focus from healing him, to telling him exactly how to heal her, how to make her stop thinking about the fact that she’d almost lost him. "I want you in me."

Breaking the kiss, Denver grinned that sexy, wolfish grin of his. "Not until I've tasted you again, mate.”

Her brain melted at the thought. "Yes," she breathed out, already squirming at the idea.

Chuckling, Denver moved down her lush body, his gaze mischievous when he halted at her breasts. "I didn't say what I wanted to taste…first.”

There he was. Her cocky, dominant mate who never failed to make her crazy. She moaned as he sucked one swollen nipple into his mouth. His fingers slid deeper inside her pussy until they were covered in her juices. His fingertips slid lower then to lubricate her anus, in the most tantalizing, tormenting ways possible.

With a whimper of need, Esme spread her thighs further apart, wordlessly encouraging him to explore everywhere he wanted as she scored her nails against his scalp, which ripped a savage growl right out of his chest.

Abandoning her breast, he disappeared further down the bed until the hot seal of his mouth took possession of her clit. His fingers, slick with her cream, pushed at her anus to slowly coax the muscles of her ass into submission.

Crying out in pleasure, Esme threaded her fingers through his hair and held on. Her hips danced, taking shallow dips, making minute rotations as he gently probed her ass while multiplying her pleasure by bullying her clit into complete surrender.

Soft, fervent whispers of yes and there and ohgoddessyesyesyes were her warnings for him that her release was almost upon her.

Which was when he slowed his ministrations and backed off, though his fingers remained, but only as a gently rocking tease.

Esme cursed, then begged, offering him anything he wanted, daring him with every salacious thing she could imagine, if he would just continue.

He did. Like a gale force wind in a sexual storm, he sucked her clit into his mouth, hard, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, using a rhythm and motion that offered the most delicious pressure. In just. The right. Spot.

"Oh!" She bucked against his mouth, as the most violent pleasure she could fathom exploded deep in her core. Another hard sucking lick from her mate and she jerked again, her pussy seizing with jealousy as her ass clenched around his thick fingers triggering another liquid wave of pleasure gushing into Denver's mouth.

She’d never come so hard in her life. Not that the orgasm of the century was slowing Denver down one bit. If anything, it was spurring him on more, his mouth continuing to ride the swollen saddle of her clit, detonating wild little aftershocks. Relentlessly. Until soon, she was rung out, strung out, from more soul-deep bliss she could’ve ever fathomed.

And somehow, she still hadn’t had enough of him.

* * *

“Now for the main course,”Denver rumbled, surging up her body, no where near done satisfying his mate.

Unable to hold back his groan of appreciation at the bounty of gorgeously sexy curves before him, he spread Esme’s soft, plump thighs so he could watch the lingering contractions from her climax quiver across the delicate inner folds of her pussy.

With each wet pulse of her sex, pure possession poured through his veins. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby."

"Please, Denver.” Esme whimpered, seemingly unable to restrain the lust filling her as she rubbed her fingers over her clit. "I need you in me."

Denver grit his teeth to keep himself in check as best he could before slowly lowering his cock until it was level with her hot little pussy.

He felt beyond swollen, twice as thick as his normal size at least, and knew he was in danger of immediately knotting once he entered her sweet, clutching depths.

Biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, he slowly pushed the head of his cock into his mate's pussy. Esme moaned in submission at the breach before arching up to try to stuff more of his engorged shaft into her tight channel.

“More,” she cried softly. "Please love, all of you, now."

Fueled by the same pent-up need, Denver sank into her with one sustained push, dominating the muscles of her sex as they instinctively pushed back.

"Mine," he growled at the resistance, resting his weight against her body before rotated his hips to increase her pleasure.

"Yes!" Head thrown back in near euphoric state, Esme cupped his testicles, the pads of her middle and index fingers pressing along his perineum to tease him to the brink of his sanity.

Wordlessly, she urged him deeper inside her, panting and whimpering sexy sounds that were as good as the filthiest dirty talk, making his violent erection throb out of control.

She screamed his name then and he was done for.

Her fluttering inner muscles hugged him, squeezed him, the jolting contractions rolling through her tight channel milking a thick, seemingly endless stream of cum from his cock.

With a feral roar, he drove in to the hilt one more time, swelling immediately the second his cock bottomed out.

Knotted. Fucking perfect.

"So big,” she gasped as she dug her nails into his firm ass cheeks, knowing full well he couldn't pull out now that he was knotted in her perfect pussy.

Pushing at the mattress, he reared up onto his knees, hauling Esme's lush, luscious body with him.

“We’re not done yet. Ride my cock while it’s locked inside you, baby.”

Did she ever.

His hot, gorgeous mate took him hard and fast. Head thrown back with wild abandon, her big, gorgeous breasts swaying and pushing him past the last limits of his control.

Her gaze latched onto his then as she began squeezing her deep inner muscles around his engorged length, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through the center of his shaft like he'd been hit by lightning.

She was beautiful to behold—stunning in her uninhibited arousal as she rode him, her clenching core working him blind, faster and harder, the thick knot near its base ensuring she couldn’t slip free no matter how wild she got.

He somehow managed to hold off losing it completely for another wild, torturous minute, until his vision began graying out around the edges in pure ecstasy when his mate began coming once more.

"Baby…" Denver wrapped his arms around her body, watching as a boneless Esme struggled to catch her breath and focus her glazed gaze.

Fuck yeah. This is how he would be making his mate come. For life.

At his cocky grin, Esme narrowed her eyes and slowly licked at the lush pout of her lips. Instantly, Denver’s already-engorged cock grew another impossible inch as he imagined fucking that sassy, sexy mouth of hers.

He shut his eyes to try and block the image, but his efforts at control were futile as Esme then wedged her hand between their bodies and began playing with her clit, causing her still-trembling pussy to move up and down his shaft in ways that blew his mind.

“Come inside me, mate,” she whispered, forcing his head to snap back as his ass shot up to spear his cock higher, deeper than ever.

Esme cried out as her cervix, fully descended, convulsed, detonating the biggest orgasm of his life, her pussy milking him tightly as endless jets of his release squirted deep inside her.

Bone-deep satisfaction unlike anything he’d ever felt before threatened to make him pass out, but he forced himself to stay conscious so he could tend to his mate as he tenderly returned her to the mattress.

Slow to unknot, Denver took the opportunity to make out with his mate for the first time, something the teenage version of him had spent years fantasizing about.

While it was gratifying to hear Esme moaning softly as he deepened the kiss, at this rate, he’d never lose his erection.

"I might never be able to pull out if you don't stop driving me crazy with those needy little sounds, love."

She sighed, then moaned when his cock swelled thicker as a result. He buried his face against her thick curls. “Woman, I’m serious.”

Esme giggled. "I'm sorry, I can't stop."

He stilled and simply stared at her.

Hell, he hadn't heard her giggle in almost a decade. And the sweet, unfiltered sound made his chest swell even bigger than his cock.

Breathing ragged with emotion, he held her to him, his face staying buried in her soft hair as a torrent of feelings bigger and deeper than anything he could describe with words stormed through him.

A ton of trouble still waited for them outside their home; he had no disillusions about that. But trouble could travel in more than one direction. Where Esme was concerned, he’d stay on the offensive their entire lives if need be to keep her safe.

No exaggeration, he would plain shred any man, wolf, or witch who tried to take his mate from him again.

"Nothing will ever come between us, love,” he told her, stating it as a promise and a fact. “It’s you and me, always. No matter the threat, no matter the obstacles. You believe me?”

Without even a beat of hesitation, she nodded, her soft smile full of love, trust, and faith in him. In them. “I love you, mate.”

“I love you, too. So damn much,” he growled back. “The idea of a mate was just that until you. You are my home, my family, my future. My everything. Whatever happens from here on out, we’ll face it head-on. We’ll fight it together.”

Eyes closed and her breathing deepening, Esme responded with what he translated to be equally loving and moving sounds of drowsy affection as she valiantly fought to stay awake. He knew how exhausted she had to be, not just from their lovemaking, but from her healing him. So he stroked her back and whispered for her to rest, reveling in how immediately her body relaxed, blanketing him with a calming, grounding energy he remembered feeling once before.

The first night he’d met his mate, in fact.

They may have only been children then, and the innocent spell she’d cast was nothing like the eternity-long one she’d end up casting years later on his heart, but it’d stayed with him all the same.

She murmured sleepily, contentedly, “Your heart is pounding so fast in your chest.”

“That’s what happens when you’re in my arms, love.”

“The sound is lulling me to sleep.”

He smiled, kissing her hair. “Fitting, since this is where you’ll be every night from now. Always.”

“Forever,” she agreed with a soft smile against his chest—one of the most wildly perfect feelings in the world, he decided—as they both fell into a deep sleep, just as they had when their story first began so many years ago…