Very Bearly Mated by Rebel Carter
Chapter 9
Rosie stared at Eric. The big shifter was pulling off his shirt, the muscles bunching and cording as he shrugged off the button up and she drank up the sight of him like a witch dying of thirst in the desert. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow when he noticed her stare.
“What?” he asked, dropping the shirt to the side of the bed.
“Don’t you what me,” she replied, nodding at him. “You’ve seen yourself.” She was lying on the bed, her dress already yanked off by Eric after she’d ordered him to take her to bed. The shifter had wasted no time in complying and she’d found herself naked and on her bed within a matter of seconds.
He huffed out a chuckle and then yanked his belt off with a snap of his hands that had Rosie pushing herself up and crawling towards him where he stood at the foot of the bed. When Eric gave her a questioning look, she simply said, “That was hot.”
Rosie reached out and wrapped her arms around him, pulling his now bare torso against her. The feel of his warm body against hers made her moan and she kissed his chest, dragging her tongue across his skin slowly before she took one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked.
“Fuck,” Eric groaned. His hands were in her hair, and he tipped her head back to look at him. “You’re perfect,” he told her, and kissed her. His tongue dragged across her bottom lip and Rosie eagerly opened her mouth to him, their tongues moving together in a rhythm Rosie knew well. It was as if this were their millionth kiss shared, as if they had known one another for years, Eric taking what Rosie offered and she doing the same. It was easy, good, and hot. It filled her in a way she hadn’t realized she’d needed. Emptiness chased away by Eric’s hands, mouth and tongue. Her mate’s touch soothed her, stoked the fire of lust, Luna, it made everything fade away.
There was nothing in this moment but Eric and her.
Only them.
She groaned, eyes drifting closed when Eric palmed her breast, fingers circling the tender flesh lightly before he tweaked her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She gasped from the slight sting of it but then Eric was lowering his head, tongue and lips soothing the sting and again she gasped, but this time from pure pleasure.
“Eric,” she whispered. He didn’t respond, still kissing and sucking on her breast, he moved, turning his head to give her other breast equal attention. “Mmm, yes,” she husked out with a breathy sigh. Eric slid his arms under her thighs and lifted her, moving so that he was now kneeling on the bed and he carried her with him effortlessly. A second later he lowered her onto the bed and that was when Rosie felt the rough scratch of his pants against her skin.
She pulled at the waistband of his slacks and gave him a frown. “Take these off.”
“Mmhmph,” Eric responded with a grunt, his head still lowered, mouth on her nipple, but he worked to get his pants off all the same. Rosie reached down to help him, and giggled when she felt him fumble at getting the button undone.
“Let me help,” she chided, and nudged his hands out the way.
“Thank Luna. All I can think about is being inside of you. Help me.” Eric lifted his head then to look at her and her hands went still when she saw the silver in his eyes. The blue was still there, but silver was now shimmering back at her. His bear was here, and that meant they were really doing this.
She was doing this.
Joy filled her heart and she smiled at him. She could not think of another soul she would rather be doing this with. It didn’t matter if it was tomorrow, next month, or even 500 years from now, Eric was the only one she would ever want to do this with.
Blessedly and finally, Eric’s pants ended up in a pile on the floor beside their other discarded clothing. It was at the first full press of Eric’s naked body against hers that Rosie sighed. This was what it was supposed to be like. Just the two of them. Nothing between them or stopping them, no clothing, nothing. Only them.
Eric cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. “You’re beautiful, petal.”
She raised a hand touching his cheek. “So are you.”
And he was. His body was muscular and large, his broad chest and back, narrowed to his hips, and then goddess, there was his ass. Her mate had a beautiful ass. She pinched it lightly and he shook his head slightly while kissing her.
“You’re a funny witch,” he told her, kissing the side of her neck, his hands roaming over her body. She moaned when he slid a hand between her thighs, thumb instantly pressing lightly to her clit.
“You’ve got a great ass. I’m not going to let it go to waste,” she told him, lifting her hips when he began to circle her clit. A bloom of pleasure started to rise up in her belly as Eric began to work her clit.
“I’m yours, petal. Do whatever you want with me.”
Oh, she liked hearing that.
Eric pushed up and moved away from her. Rosie made a sound of displeasure, “Where are you going?”
He shushed her and settled between her thighs. “Right where I think you want me,” he answered and he did have her there. She most certainly did want him there, so when Eric pushed at her thighs opening them wider she wholeheartedly obliged and spread her legs for him. “That’s it, petal. Open up for me.”
She bit her lip and said nothing, watching her mate as he lowered his blond head to her pussy and began to pleasure her. He kissed her now swollen lips and then slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his tongue higher and higher, until he was sucking on her clit.
“Eric!”
He moaned in response and Rosie lifted her hips urging him to keep going. Eric reached out, catching one of her hands and placing it on his head. Rosie shifted and slid her legs over his shoulder, her thighs pressed close to his head as he feasted on her. Eric groaned in pleasure when he felt her squeeze her thighs against him, keeping him where he was, and he pressed her hand to his head and kept it there until she began to guide him. Only when she was pushing him closer, pulling him to her and encouraging him with both hands buried in his hair did he let go of her hand and began sliding two fingers in and out of her. Like before, the stretch of it was wonderful, but it only whet Rosie’s appetite for something bigger.
Rosie needed her mate’s cock. She wanted his teeth in her neck and his cock buried in her.
“Eric, please,” she whispered, squeezing her legs against him. “I need you.” He didn’t move, but kept at her, mouth and tongue working her clit, faster and faster until she was sobbing and cumming on his tongue and fingers. “Eric!”
Eric lifted his head and grinned at her while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her shaking body. “Fuck yes, that’s it, petal. That’s what I want. Give it to me.”
Rosie cried out once more, body bowing off the bed, while she reached for him. “Eric, please, I need you.” Even though her body was blissed out, her senses utterly satisfied with pleasure she knew there was more. She still wanted him. She needed Eric and she nearly wept with relief when Eric moved up her body and came to her.
“Yes, please, please, Eric.” She kissed him hard, savoring the taste of herself on her mate’s tongue when he moved over her, big body coming close and his cock nudging at her entrance. Eric moved but she stopped him and reached down, wrapping a hand around his cock. Eric groaned and held still, letting her guide him into her.
They both groaned in satisfaction when he entered her.
“Petal.”
“Eric.”
Another inch sank into her and Rosie put both hands on his shoulders, nails digging into him with each and every inch that pushed into her. “Yes, Eric. Yes.”
When he was fully seated in her Eric dropped his head to her shoulder, breath warm against her skin. He kissed her, it was a light brush of his lips but it was against the place she wanted him the most. The bonding site. She wondered when he would do it. When would he mark her? But then he was moving his hips and all thoughts flew from Rosie’s mind.
There was nothing but this and nothing but the pleasure Eric was giving her with each and every single thrust. He moved, putting an arm on either side of her head, and when Rosie looked up at him she saw his eyes were fully silver now.
“You’re beautiful, petal,” he told her, voice gruff, nearly growling and she moaned, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
“I love you,” Rosie told him. Her fingers dug into his back, nails biting into his flesh as she clung to him. “I love you, Eric.”
Eric answered her with a bite. His teeth sank into her skin, sealing the bond between them and a sob racked Rosie’s body. Every emotion Eric had for her, the warmth, love, protection, longing, the rightness of it all, came flooding into her body as surely as she drew breath into her lungs. It filled her, made her come alive, sustained her in a way she knew would last her a lifetime if she let it.
“Eric.”
He moved, slanting his head so that he was able to give her his teeth in the way she needed. It was exquisite. The sting of the bite mixed with her pleasure in a delicious way that had Rosie wanting more of it. She raised a hand to tangle in his hair and moaned when Eric’s hips moved faster, his cock filling her over and over again, driving her body closer and closer to the edge of the orgasm Rosie knew was fast coming for her. Eric growled and Rosie whimpered, squirming beneath him and raising her hips to meet his thrusts. She angled her head back, giving him more access to her neck though she knew he would release her soon. The sting and ache she had come to hunger for would be over soon. His hand slid between her legs, finger circling and strumming against her clit, playing her body like an instrument only Eric could read the music to.
She was going to orgasm if he kept touching her like this. Luna, he knew that. He had to by the way he was touching her faster.
“Eric, please,” she begged, even though she wouldn’t have been able to articulate what the hell she was asking her mate for. “Please.”
He lifted his head then, the release of his teeth from her skin causing her to gasp at the change in sensation. The loss of his teeth was nearly as delicious as having them.
“Rosie, Luna, you’re beautiful, petal. You beg so sweetly for me.” Eric was fucking into her faster, hips rolling against her, and the deft fingers at her clit did their job when she cried out a moment later, head thrown back and eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Eric!”
“That’s it, petal. Let me see you.” He kissed her roughly, his big body now moving faster than it had before. He caught her hands in his, pinning them to the bed and Rosie knew if she opened her eyes she would see his eyes shot through with silver. Her mate had been gentle with her before, she knew that now. With their bond mate sealed and Rosie satiated, Eric was free to take his pleasure—and Rosie was breathless at the sight of it. Her mate was beautiful in his hunger for her. She opened her eyes to see the eyes she knew well staring back at her, silver and needy, they were focused on her just like she knew they would be every day of their lives spent together. Eric’s fingers tightened, pushing her hands down into the mattress beside her head as he sped up, hips snapping forward, pumping his cock into her with enough force to slide her up the bed an inch or two with each thrust.
“You’re mine, petal.”
“I know,” she moaned, fingers squeezing the hands that held her down.
“Mine,” Eric growled, the last word a low sound in his chest and then he was crying out, silver eyes closing, body tensing as he orgasmed. “Petal,” he sighed and opened his eyes to look at her.
Rosie shot an exhausted smile up at him. “I know,” she whispered and urged him to lie down with her. Eric let go of her hands and lowered himself down onto the bed, his head coming to rest on her chest as he did so.
“Rest, petal.”
Rosie might have argued with him that she didn’t want to rest. That she might like another round of what they’d just done together, but with the weight of her mate on her and the exhaustion that only a well earned orgasm could bring, Rosie couldn’t really think of a reason to argue. So Eric settled between her legs, and Rosie closed her eyes, and rested.
