Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

MAC

S ierra was quiet, too quiet. She excused herself to use the bathroom as soon as we arrived back at the suite. My grizzly was unusually calm, as if he sensed something I wasn't privy to. I, on the other hand, paced until I could no longer stand her absence. Heading to the bathroom door, I'd bang on it until she came out.

With my hand raised, the door suddenly opened, and she came out wrapped in a robe.

"What did you mean, ‘The demons left soon after we did.' Does that mean you could have taken me home later that same day we left the cave?"

Crap. Is that what I said? I tried to remember my exact words to my brother.

Her steady gaze held mine, and for a moment, I panicked. But then it hit me that if she were truly upset, would she be standing in front of me calmly, wearing nothing but a cotton robe?

"Yes. And before you tear me a new one, I'd like to explain." My communication skills could really use some improvement.

"I'm not sure I need an explanation. I'm just looking for the truth and you answered honestly." She skirted around me and sat on the bed, then picked up the bottle of lotion and began lathering her legs.

My gaze locked on her beautiful long legs. An image of those legs wrapped around me as I pounded into her and yeah, I was going to buy her a gallon of the stuff before we left. Her skin had improved in the short time she'd been using it, and I wanted her to never suffer again as she had in that cave.

Which reminded me that I also needed to discuss with my brothers what we could do once and for all to incapacitate Dante. We couldn't allow him to harm another one of our mates. The next time could be so much worse.

"Mac? Hello, focus." Sierra waved her arms, bringing me back into the moment.

"Um, right. Sorry, I was distracted. So, you're not mad?"

"Nope. But I have a few more questions before we officially mate. Is that alright?" She set the lotion down, stood back up, then dropped the robe. Her skin glowed and the remaining scrapes and bruises were fading fast.

"Mac?"

"Yeah?"

"You're drooling a little. Right here." Sierra pointed to the corner of her mouth, then laughed. "And you have too many clothes on."

Wrenching my boots off, I stripped, marched to the bed, picked her up, and gently laid her down across the mattress. Stretching out beside her, I wiped the drool from my chin. "Did I get it all?"

"Oh, yes." She breathed out her response with a sigh.

"So, what did you want to ask me?" Palming one of her lovely breasts, I slowly traced circles with my thumb around her puckered nipple as I held her gaze.

"Um, I uh wanted to know if you, uh, if you'd…oh, mmm , yes, that's nice." She stretched and writhed, angling closer to me. I marveled at her response and how lucky I was that this headstrong and gorgeous female was my mate.

My hand wandered down the middle of her chest, then lower as I dipped my head and took the nipple I'd played with into my mouth. Gently nipping the rosy flesh, and with a swirl of my tongue to soothe her heated flesh, I let it pop out of my mouth before beginning the cycle again.

She released breathy moans as her hips began to rock into time with my suckling. Tempted to dive into her folds, giving her the relief she sought, I held back, wanting to tease my little responsive mate just a little longer. "What was your question again?" This time, when I let her nipple pop from my mouth, I blew on her glistening, sensitized skin and was rewarded with a throaty moan. My cock pulsed in response, demanding I move things along.

"Maaaac!" Her hands latched onto either side of my face, keeping me from my next target, her other plump globe.

"Yes, love?" I lowered my hand ever closer to her mound. I could feel her shiver as she bucked under my hand.

"Oh, you are not playing fair. I'm trying to ask you…oh, yes. Right…there."

Flicking her bud, I watched as her eyes glazed over. "Go ahead, I'm waiting."

"Uh, mmm . Could you move your hand, just a little lower?" She asked so nicely, I almost gave in. Almost.

"Sure. After you tell me what you want to know." Stilling my movements, I waited.

Her eyes went from glazed over to blazing hot. "Mackenzie Smythe, stop. I mean…no, don't stop. Keep doing that, please?" She wiggled again, trying to get me to do as she wanted. But she had no idea how hard it was for me not to give in, because I had a feeling once I buried myself inside her sweet pussy, this would be the last night I'd ever deny her sweet pleas.

"All you have to do is ask, love." Whispering the words in her ear, I nipped her earlobe. Yeah, this game of denial was only hurting us both.

Panting out hot little breaths, she rasped out. "Okay, okay. All I wanted to ask was, would you shift for me so I can see you in your grizzly form?"

"Now?"

"No. One day. Like maybe tomorrow or the next." Sierra blushed.

Not once had she seemed unsure of herself until now when she sweetly asked to meet my other half. Could I possibly love her any more than I do at this moment?

"Of course, love. And he likes that idea. But he's going to have to wait. Is there anything else? I mean we do have all night?—"

"No! That's all."

"Good. Because I'm not sure I could hold on much longer from touching you." Dipping my fingers between her curls, I tunneled two fingers deep, stroking her slick flesh. Her walls clamped down as she rode them, chasing her release. Time stopped as her I watched her. Her eyes fluttered shut, bliss enveloping her lovely features.

"Oh, yes—yes. Maaac! "

Capturing her lips, I kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. Continuing to stroke her swollen clit, she came again and for as long as I lived, I'll never get enough of watching her fall apart in my arms. Pumping my fingers, I gave her everything she demanded as she rode the final waves of her orgasm.

Flushed and wild-eyed, I held her gaze as I quickly positioned myself between her thighs. Then I looked my fill at her glistening pussy. Mine. I needed to taste my mate's essence more than I needed my next breath. The first swipe had her bucking once more under me, and then I was relentless as I lapped at her folds and suckled her clit. If ambrosia from the gods was real, it would taste like Sierra.

When I felt her tense up, I'd pause, then begin again, paying special attention to her G-spot as I slipped a finger inside, thrumming the flesh right where she guided me.

"Right there. Is that where you need it, love?" I added another finger, and she exploded once again.

She released a strangled cry and her pleasure became mine. Our bond had been building the more pleasure we shared. Dropping kisses on her lower abdomen, I asked, "Are you ready for me, Sierra?" I whispered, afraid to break the spell we were under.

Nodding, her eyes full of what I hoped was love, I rose above her, palming my cock, and guided it toward her entrance. "I want to savor this, but I'm not sure I can go slow."

"No, I need you. Please, Mac. Fill me up, make me yours." She reached down and circled the base of my cock. "Now!"

There was no holding back as I slammed into her then pulled out as slowly, savoring the friction of our joining. Blind with lust, my thrusts built, but when she lifted her legs and circled them around my waist, the sound of our bodies slapping undid me. Her sweet moans and sexy mewls filled my ears while my own release seized me.

Wanting, needing her to come with me as I filled her with my seed, I thumbed her clit until her walls clamped onto me. She milked every last drop from me and with a final thrust, our shouts and cries of love mingled, filling the air acting as our own sacred, binding ceremony.

Sweaty and sated, I collapsed as softly as I could against her, whispering all my desires and promises for our life together in the ancient language. As our bodies cooled and our breathing evened out, she cradled my face, brushing hair from my eyes.

"What were those words you were saying?"

"They were a poor substitute I'm sure for the ceremony that my brother Roane is supposed to conduct. I gave thanks to The Fates for you, vowing to protect you as I promised to carry out the prophecy."

"Was that all? I thought I heard something toward the end. What was it?"

I knew what she meant. I knew I'd be saying the words as many times as she wanted to hear them.

Holding her gaze, I put every ounce of emotion into my voice and whispered reverently, "I love you."

Watching in awe as my mate's eyes filled with tears, she returned my words with equal emotion. "I love you."