47. Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Six

Pete

I didn’t think this through one little bit. I let my emotions carry me away and look where it’s gotten me. I’m a heartbeat away from claiming my mate without her knowing what’s really happening. That’s so fucked up. It’s wrong, and it’s dumb, and I’m not sure I can stop now.

Fuck. I’m a stupid, impatient prick.

“In case that first yes wasn’t obvious, I’ll say it again,” Lana murmurs under me. “Fuck, yes, Pete. I want you inside me.”

“I don’t know if you know what I’m asking,” I confess, knowing it won’t go any further.

“Yes means yes,” she tries, getting up on her elbows. “And fuck yes means do it now.”

“Lana, I …” I start, gasping in shock when she pushes down and my cock slips into her wet pussy.

She wraps her legs around me, burying my dick to the hilt.

“You were saying?” she asks.

For a full minute, I’m lost to the sensation of being inside her.

I can’t think straight. All I know is, this is right. It’s how it’s meant to be.

Then, she reaches out and touches one of my marks, and it all comes rushing back.

“Ezra was supposed to tell you,” I blurt.

She blinks, and the look of horror on her face makes me feel like the asshole I am for letting it get this far.

“Ezra …” she murmurs. “Your pack.”

“You’re ours,” I tell her. “Our fated mate. When I asked if you were ready to be mine … This is a claiming. It’s me, claiming you.”

She stares at me. “Oh, my God.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I shouldn’t have let it get this far. Shadow’s perfume made me … No. I was careless. I was sick of waiting. I wanted you so damn badly.”

I try to move back, but her legs get tighter around me, stopping me from pulling out.

“Wanted, as in past tense?” she asks.

“There’s nothing past tense about it.”

She bites down on her lower lip. “You’re telling me you and your pack all want to claim me as a mate?”

“Yes. Fuck yes , actually. We’re fated. It’s a whole thing.”

She releases her lip to smile. “And this isn’t just sex, it’s a claiming?”

“Fuck yes,” I murmur.

She strokes the marks on my neck. “And I get one of these?”

“If and when you want them, you can have four.”

She lets out a sigh. “I was so sure today was going to be awful.”

“So, you’re not mad at me?” I ask, holding my breath for the answer.

“I’m not mad. It’s kind of crazy. I’m halfway wondering if I’m asleep in my bed right now, dreaming this up. God, I’ll be angry if I wake up and this was a dream.”

“It’s not a dream,” I assure her. “I would have licked you the right way the first time if it was.”

“Well, that’s true,” she murmurs. “So, how does this claiming thing work, and how soon can we mark each other?”

Fucking hell. My new mate couldn’t be more perfect.