Very Bearly Mated by Rebel Carter

Chapter 8

The ride back to her cabin occurred with neither Eric obeying the speed limit or Rosie paying any mind to the rules she had set out for herself before the night started. It was all a blur, nothing but want and lust humming through Rosie’s body while Eric sped along the road. By the time he whipped into her driveway Rosie was ready to climb across the car console and pull his clothes off. She might have even tried it too if Eric hadn’t held up a hand to her to stop her before he threw open his door and jackknifed out of it.

He was around the car and had her door open before she even had time to be disgruntled about him slipping away from her.

“Come here.” He held out a hand to her, a hand Rosie couldn’t take fast enough. She managed to get her feet on solid ground before Eric was picking her up and shoving her door closed. He turned towards the cabin and Rosie kissed him. If she wasn’t walking then she didn’t have to be bothered with looking where she was going and that meant she could kiss and touch him as much as she wanted. Turned out that was a whole hell of a lot. She was kissing her way up his neck, hands in his hair when Eric came to a stop at her front door.

“Rosie…” She ignored him and went right on kissing him, this time his ear and Eric groaned, the sharp intake of his breath encouraging her to keep going. He sighed, turning his head, pressing his nose to her neck and she went still when she felt his lips and teeth graze her skin.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Rosie,” he told her, lowering her down until she was standing in front of him, her back against her door.

She rolled her eyes but kept touching, hands smoothing over his broad shoulders and down his back. “Right back at you,” Rosie whispered and she went up on her tiptoes, raising herself up to kiss the shell of his ear.

Eric took a ragged breath in, the sigh of it ghosting across Rosie’s skin and making her skin tingle. One of his hands came up to tangle in her hair and he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him. He kissed her, mouth hot against her skin and she knew what he was doing. He was kissing her where he would mark her. That tender spot where her neck met her shoulder would be where his mark would take and she whimpered, fingers twisting in Eric’s shirt.

Luna she wanted him to do it.

“I could,” he said, kissing her overheated skin, “do it right now, petal. Take you, mark you, make you mine. You want me to do it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. It was no use pretending she didn’t want this. Not when she’d been ready to climb him like a Redwood in his car. “Yes, please, I-” Eric’s teeth nipped at her skin, just a tiny prick but it stole Rosie’s breath all the same. “Oh! Eric.”

The hand in her hair tightened, holding her where she was while Eric’s free hand slid lower, skimming over her body until it was pushing up the skirt of her sundress. He moved slowly, fingers just lightly brushing across her thighs, up and over her skin until he was cupping her pussy, fingers heavy and possessive on her flesh. He moved then, his big hand slowly circling, rubbing his palm against her clit and making Rosie moan.

“Eric.”

“You’re so fucking warm,” he whispered. He kissed her neck again, his breath hot and quick on her, she could feel his chest rising and falling fast now. His heart was pounding in his chest so loudly that she could feel it where they were pressed together. He took a step closer, pushing her until there was nowhere for Rosie to go. Not that she had even the slightest urge to move from where she was. “I could do it here.” He slid a finger inside of her panties and she bit her lip, not trusting her voice now that there were no more barriers between them. “Just slide into you, petal. Luna, you’re so wet for me.” Again his teeth were at her neck, just the barest prick of them that had Rosie squirming, hips moving to meet the finger that was tracing a lazily circle around her pussy lips, before it dipped inside of her. The next time his finger slid into her, Rosie raised her hips forcing his finger deeper. They both groaned in unison, Eric had moved to watch, and his forehead pressed to her cheek as he looked down. He added another finger and Rosie felt like she was seeing stars from the stretch of it. She moved again, rising on her tiptoes and back down again, sinking down onto Eric’s fingers.

“That’s it, Rosie. Just like that,” he encouraged her when she began to speed up her movements. “You’re so good to me.”

“Eric!” She gripped his shirt so tightly she would not have been surprised if it ripped under her hands. It all felt so good, the weight of her mate against her, the warm feel of his skin to hers, the full feeling of his thick fingers inside of her, the fingers she was riding faster and faster, chasing right after the pleasure he was bringing her. She was about to fall headfirst into the orgasm he was wringing out of her and she knew it was only going to get better from here. Luna, she couldn’t even think of what it would be when she had his cock. She raised a hand to his hair, threading her fingers through it and tugging on his hair trying to force his mouth to her neck. She wanted him to mark her.

“Eric, please.”

“That’s it, keep going Rosie.”

“Eric!”

“Cum on my fingers. Give me what I want, petal.”

“But I-I,” her voice was catching now, choking on the words she was fumbling with, her brain didn’t have a single thought in it but to do what Eric asked. She wanted to do exactly what he was asking her to do, and she moved faster, hips circling, and rolling in time with Eric’s hand.

“Yes, Rosie.” Eric let her guide him down to her neck and his mouth came down in a hard kiss on her skin. Right on the spot where she knew he would mark her. It would only take a little more effort from him and they would be what they were meant to be. Mates. Forever together. Her search for home and just right would be finished, because it didn’t matter where she was, or where they were, so long as they were together.

It would be home.

Rosie’s hips were erratic now, each movement harder than the last, building up the pleasure until there was no holding it back. She could have been knocked over by a feather when Eric sucked hard, lips and teeth pressing to her skin, and Rosie orgasmed, body clenching tight on Eric’s fingers.

“Rosie,” Eric groaned when she sobbed out her release. His hold on her gentled and he gathered her close to him. “Rosie, petal.” He was speaking softly to her, the hand not buried between her legs, softly petting her hair. It was good and sweet, exactly what she needed, but then because her mate had a direct line to what she needed, Eric added an all together too hot, “Good girl.”

“Inside,” Rosie whispered, opening her eyes and pushing weakly at his shoulders. Eric’s hand came out from under her skirts and when she tipped her head back to look up at her mate, she pointed a finger over her shoulder at the door. “Get inside now.”

Eric’s lips turned up in a smile, the sight of it making Rosie want the shifter even more. He kissed her cheek. “Need keys to get the door open, petal.”

Rosie’s mind skipped to where her keys were and she vaguely remembered they were still in her purse on the floorboards of Eric’s car. If they wanted to open the door that meant a trip back to the car, unless...unless…

Rosie raised her hand, the spell to open the door falling from her lips in the span of a breath. There was no way she was wasting time, or letting go of Eric long enough to get to the car and back.

Eric raised an eyebrow. “That’s handy.”

She smiled and marched him back into the cabin. “There are perks to dating a witch,” she told him.

“We aren’t dating,” Eric said and she stopped short, pinning him with a glare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He laughed and shoved the door closed behind him. “We aren’t dating. You’re mine. Dating implies there’s a question on that.” He turned back towards her and picked her up again, his hands tight on her body, squeezing her ass and grinding her close to him. Rosie sucked in a breath when she felt his hard cock rub against her. He kissed her, mouth slanting to take hers while he began walking back towards her bedroom. “You’re mine, petal.” He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers, mouth hungry for more, and making Rosie want to give him every last bit of her. “Thorns and all. You’re mine.”

She groaned and pulled away from her, hands tight in Eric’s hair. “How do you always know what to say?” she asked.

Eric blinked up at her, a slight smile on his handsome face. “Instinct. We’re meant to be together.”

They were in her bedroom now and she leaned to the side flicking on the lamp that was beside her bed. She wanted to see Eric. Didn’t want to miss a single second of what they were on the precipice of. She needed to see him. All of him.

“Eric,” she whispered. This shifter had a direct line to her wants, her desires, why had she been fighting this? It wasn’t freedom if it wasn’t with him. She knew that now. He would not make her give up the life she wanted. He would build it with her. Give it to her. She knew that as surely as she knew the magic coursing in her veins. Knew it like the shifter holding her close was real.

“Yeah, petal?”

“Take me to bed.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”