Chapter 6

six

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Jemma

I never thought watching someone eat could be so sexy.

My body is all warm and fluttery as I watch Michael's big hand gripping that fork. He dips it into the pot of pasta and brings it to his sensual lips.

I have to fight back a groan as I watch him put it into his mouth and start to chew. As that big jaw works, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have his mouth between my legs. I shiver and he notices.

"Are you cold?"

"I'm okay," I say, trying to clear my mind of all these dirty thoughts. But it's hard when he's sitting here in nothing but the towel I leant him. The slit is creeping up his leg, showing off his thick muscular thigh. It's making me breathless.

He's still shirtless, which is very distracting. I could get behind lending him a towel, but there was no way I was going to voluntarily cover up that big muscular chest and those delectable arms.

His shredded six-pack flexes every time he moves and it's hard to look away. The more I'm in this man's presence, the more I'm feeling drawn to him.

Even now, he's talking about his family's ranch and all I'm thinking about is how it would feel to slide into his lap. To have those big warm arms wrapping around me.

Mmmmmm….

He told me I'm his mate. That I belong to him.

I'm starting to believe it. It feels… right .

Deep down, it feels like my wait for the perfect man is over.

"So, your brothers found their mates already?" I ask, leaning in. I lick my lips as I glance at his mouth.

He nods as he takes a sip of his coffee. My mouth waters at the sight of his strong forearms. They're so thick.

"My youngest brother Oliver is mated with an author named Layla," he says as I try to focus on the words coming out of his mouth and not the way his bicep flexes as he lowers the cup. "And my middle brother Leo is mated with Tara. They're great girls. You'll like them."

He says it so casually. I'll like them. This guy really sees me in his future. We just met, but he's certain that we'll be together. That I'll meet his family and fit right in with his mates-in-law or whatever you're supposed to call them.

"Tell me about yourself," he says as those stunning brown eyes pierce the depths of my soul. The beauty in them is unnerving. I've never experienced anything like it.

I'm a little shaky as he focuses on me, waiting for me to speak.

"Earl said you're from New York City? That's surprising."

"Why?"

He shrugs those big shoulders and I shift in my seat. "I didn't expect my mate to be a city girl."

I lean forward and give him a flirty look. "What did you expect?"

He runs a hand through his brown hair and thinks about it before he talks. "I don't really know. But to be honest it doesn't matter. I can already tell you're more amazing than anything I could have dreamed up."

I twirl my hair as I try to fight back the smile blooming across my face.

"I'm not a city girl," I tell him with a grin. "As you can see, no cities around. It was just a phase."

"A phase?"

"A phase where I did what everyone expected of me," I say with a sigh, "and ignored my true self."

"And what is your true self, Jemma?" His beautiful brown eyes narrow on me. He's so hot.

"I guess I'm still trying to figure that out."

I thought I was close, but then this man showed up and opened up a huge can of worms. He's got me thinking… Maybe I am his mate.

My body seems to be on board with the idea. If I lean any closer to him, my chair is going to tip over.

"I think you're in the right place to find out," he says with a warm smile.

I force my eyes off him as warm tingles erupt all over my body.

I think so too.

"More pasta?" I ask as I grab the pot.

He grins as he looks at me. "Definitely."

By the time the first star comes out in the sky, I'm full-on smitten with this man. The fire is roaring, lighting Michael up in sexy shades of golden orange. Dark shadows sway across his gorgeous face.

I thought I was fine being alone up here, but now I don't want him to leave. I don't think I could handle sleeping in my bed all by myself tonight. I'd be awake the whole night thinking of him.

Dark clouds start rolling in, covering the stars.

"I wish I had some clothes that would fit you," I lie. "I'm sorry you're stuck in nothing but a towel. You must be cold."

He grins and I feel my heart rate pick up a few notches.

"I don't really get cold," he says. "I don't mind that I'm half naked if you don't."

I don't. I really really don't.

A few drops of rain begin falling. It's not much at first, but then the sky opens up and it starts pouring .

I scream as I jump up and run to my bus. Michael follows me.

My heart is pounding as I open the door and step inside.

I turn around, not knowing what to expect. What happens now?

Michael stops outside the door, looking up at me with those sexy brown eyes. The rain is beating down on him, pounding his round shoulders and wetting his hair. He doesn't seem to notice. All of his attention is focused on me.

"I can leave tonight," he says in a raspy tone. "But I need to see you again."

"Where are you going to go?" I ask. "It's pouring out!"

"I'll make my bear walk back in the rain," he says with a chuckle. "I owe him that much at least for all the shit he's put me through over the past two weeks."

"Don't be silly," I say, stepping to the side. "Come in. Dry off."

His eyes turn heated as he steps into the bus, causing it to rock. I hold my breath as I look up at him. He's towering over me.

I knew he was big, but seeing him crammed inside my bus, it hits me how large he really is.

My eyes drop down to his broad shoulders. They're covered in little droplets of rain.

"You're all wet," I whisper as I drag my eyes down his muscular stomach. I suck in a breath when I see the shape of his long thick cock pushing out against the towel. I swallow hard.

"And how about you, my love?" he growls. "Are you all wet?"

I look back up into his lust-filled eyes and my body shivers. Heat blooms inside me, emanating from my core and traveling down between my legs. My pussy aches with heat under that sexy gaze.

I want him so badly. I want to feel him on me, in me.

A spot on my neck, right under my ear, is tingling like crazy. I touch it lightly as he watches, looking like he's about to devour me whole.

"Do you know what that spot is for?" he asks in a deep growly voice while the heavy rain pounds on the roof and windows.

I graze my fingertips over it as I look at his mouth.

"Your lips?" I whisper.

"My mark," he says as my knees nearly buckle. "A shifter always marks his mate. That spot of sweet tender flesh is destined for it. Once I put my mark on you, Jemma, we'll be one. Then you'll understand what I'm talking about. You'll understand the full power of having a mate."

I can already feel it coursing through me. I can feel the pull. The attraction.

I'm like a fish who's been walking on land its whole life and suddenly got thrown into the ocean. I feel like I've finally found my place, my home, myself.

My heart is pounding as I tear my eyes away from his. I can feel his intense heated stare still on me and it's making me all wobbly inside. I've never felt so unsteady in all my life.

"You're going to catch a cold," I say as I grab a hand towel off the counter.

I don't know if shifters can catch colds, but I just need an excuse to touch him.

He stands there, breathing heavily as I dab the towel on his big sexy shoulder. I'm unable to breathe as I move it down to his front delt and onto his thick bicep. It's so hard. I've never seen an arm like this.

My pussy is gushing by the time I'm onto his stomach, drying his perfect abs. I glance down and suck in a sharp breath when I see the long hard shape of his erection, jutting out against the towel, turning it into a tent.

My whole body freezes as I stare at it in wonder. I can't even play this one off. He knows that I'm staring. He can see the amazement and lust on my face.

His big hand gently touches my chin and he tilts my face up until I'm looking into his sexy eyes. I whimper.

"Such a tiny towel," he says as he takes it out of my hand. I swallow hard as he tosses it onto the counter. "Why don't you use this one?"

He grabs the knot and with a flick of his hand, the towel falls loose around his waist. He holds it up for me with a sexy grin on his face.

My pulse is racing as I take it and gently dry his chest. I'm trying to focus on the water drops disappearing off his soft skin and trying to ignore the long hard cock standing up between us.

But I can only do that for so long.

My eyes slowly lower. I gasp when I see the true size of it pointing proudly into the air.

It's a magnificent cock.

Once I have my eyes on it, I can't seem to look away. I'm in awe of it.

It's the first time I've seen a cock in person and I already know it's the only one I'll ever need to see.

It's so thick . So hard. I bet I can wrap my hand around it and not have my fingertips touch. My hands tingle wanting to find out.

"Are you starting to understand?" Michael asks in a deep throaty voice. There's a growl to it that rumbles through my body.

"Understand what?" I ask, my voice breathless and on edge while the rain hammers the bus.

"That you're mine ," he says as he cups my cheek. "That we're mates. That we belong together."

I just stare into his eyes and swallow hard.

"Maybe this will help convince you."

He pulls my mouth to his and I moan when I feel his lips pressing against mine. I part my lips for him and liquefy as he kisses me like he's been waiting decades for it.

It's so good. His mouth is so soft. So warm. His tongue slides against mine, gentle at first but then the kiss gets hard and demanding.

His big hand flattens against my lower back and he pulls me against his hard body. I whimper into his mouth as I surrender myself to him.

I'm his. I'm all fucking his forever…

He greedily swallows each moan I make. I never want this kiss to end. I never want to be away from this man.

His other hand slides into my hair and he tilts my head back as he deepens the kiss. I whimper again, but it just seems to spur him on. He grips my hair in his fist as he explores my mouth like he can't get enough.

I'm breathless when we finally pull away. Breathless and gazing up at this gorgeous man in awe.

"You're mine, Jemma," he growls, still gripping my hair. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I say, believing every word. "I'm your mate."

He kisses me again and I feel more myself than I ever have. During school, while working, while living in New York—I feel more right in this moment, more in my skin now than I've ever felt before.

I know he's right about all of it. I'm certain we belong together.

I didn't know about mates until a few hours ago, but after one kiss, I'm more sure that we're mates than I've ever been sure about anything else.

A deep sexual throbbing takes over my body as Michael releases the kiss.

If he belongs to me, I can touch him… Anywhere…

I shyly lift my hand and graze his chest.

"It's okay," he says softly like he's trying to coax a butterfly into his palm. "My body is yours to enjoy. Touch me wherever you'd like."

I swallow hard and run my fingertips over his shredded stomach. It's even harder than it looks.

My plan was to touch his sexy arm next, but my hand has another idea. It keeps going down…

He drops his head back and closes his eyes with a hungry groan as I drag the back of my fingers down his hard shaft.

I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. It nearly brings him to his knees.

I can't help but grin as I watch him reacting.

It's such a turn-on to see his jaw clenching and to hear his deep growly moans, knowing I'm the one causing it. I'm giving pleasure to this hot muscular man. Me .

The urge to please him more rips through me until it's all I can think about.

Our eyes are locked as I lower myself onto my knees, his hard throbbing cock still in my hand, the rain still pounding on the windows.

I lick my lips I admire it up close.

It's huge . My fingertips don't even come close to reaching each other. His shaft is so thick. So long. My body aches with need as I watch a bead of pre-cum oozing out of the tip.

Before I know what I'm doing, I lean forward and bring it to my lips. He groans like a beast as I lick his round head, cleaning up every drop of his salty sweet cum.

My pussy is on fire now. It's aching and throbbing as I open up wide and take him into my mouth.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his big body shivering as I start to suck his cock. "You feel like heaven."

My confidence increases with each moan he makes and I take him in deeper, moving my head back and forth as I squeeze my lips around his thick shaft.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," he says as he pulls my hair to the side, watching me suck him off with intense lustful eyes. "It was worth the wait. You feel so good, baby."

I push him in so deep that my eyes water and I nearly choke. I gasp as I pull him out and then explode into coughs.

"Take your time, baby," he says as he watches me. "We have all the time in the world."

I stop coughing and wipe my eyes. He's so large. My mouth feels ridiculously small with him in it.

I squeeze his wet shaft and start stroking it up and down, jerking him off as I catch my breath. He seems to like that too. His breathing gets all rough and his chest flexes as my hand moves up and down.

His balls look so full hanging there. I cup them gently with my free hand and am surprised by the weight of them. They're full of cum and just waiting to be unloaded.

An eagerness hits me at the tempting thought.

"Open up, sexy girl," he growls as he takes my chin in his big hand. "We're going to try again."

I lean my head back and open wide as he grabs the base of his cock and hunches over me.

"Just relax your throat," he says as he runs his thick head over my lips. "I'll do the rest."

I take a few deep breaths and try to keep everything slack as he slides his cock back into my mouth, guiding it with his hand.

More delicious pre-cum slides onto my tongue with every thick inch he pushes inside me. Just when I think he's about to hit my gag reflex, he pulls back, gliding his dick along my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

"I got you, baby," he says in a low throaty voice. "Just keep yourself relaxed."

I give myself over to him, trusting him to take care of me. I keep my head tilted back and my mouth open as he pushes in again, a little deeper this time.

My eyes water and I nearly gag, but I don't. He knows just how hard to push me. It's like he already knows my body intimately. Like he knows exactly how much I can take.

"That's it," he says as he slides back. "Now you're ready."

I'm so ready. I'm on fire. Whatever he wants, I'll do.

He grabs the back of my hair in his fist and pushes in deeper until his cock feels like it's touching the back of my throat. My body tenses and I nearly yank my head away, but he stops me with a firm tug of my hair.

"Stay with me, baby," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Let me fill you up."

My eyes are watering and my throat feels so incredibly full, but one look at the dripping desire in his dark eyes has me wanting to do this for him. I want to please him. I need to do this. I can take it.

I refocus and settle down, relaxing my body and easing my throat.

He sees the readiness in my eyes and continues. "That's my good girl."

With a growl, he pushes on, sliding his big dick in and out of my mouth while my pussy aches for a turn. The only sounds are my little whimpers, his deep grunts, and the slamming of rain outside.

His thrusts get harder and deeper as I moan for more. I grab onto his thick thighs and hold on as he fucks my mouth, driving me wild as he plunges deep into my throat.

Whenever it's too much, he pulls back and gives me a second to catch my breath. But it's never long. As soon as I catch my breath, I pull his thighs back toward me, begging for more.

My throat relaxes completely as he thrusts in and out, fucking my mouth like he's been desperate for it. We find our rhythm and I'm proud that I'm able to handle every inch. I can be his girl. I can be this sexy man's mate.

His hand tightens in my hair and his body bucks. I look up as he fucks my mouth hard and fast, and I'm stunned at the intense lust in his eyes. I can feel it emanating from his brown irises and wrapping around me, drawing me in.

I'm not sure if I'm in love with this man yet, but I'm already consumed by him. He's got me spellbound and entranced.

"You're perfect," he growls as he moves inside me. "Look at you taking every inch of your mate's cock. Does it feel good to taste me?"

I moan on his dick. My whole body is aching.

He grins like he's loving it. "That's my sexy girl. Wait until you feel me stretching out your tight little pussy. You'll never be the same again."

I need to feel that. I've never wanted anything so badly in all my life.

On the next thrust, I grab his hard ass and pull him toward me, holding his big throbbing cock inside my mouth. He roars as his thick head hits the back of my throat. My eyes water and my throat burns, but I hold him in place, desperate to feel his hot cum surging out.

I want to make him cum. I want to empty those big masculine balls. I want to taste it. I want to feel it.

" Oh yes ," he growls as he squeezes my hair, holding himself deep inside me. "That's it, baby. I'm going to cum."

My pussy throbs and my heart pounds as I wait for it. His arms flex and his body convulses. I feel his shaft pulsing and then his cock jerks up and hits the roof of my mouth.

He yanks his head back and lets out a carnal roar as he starts to cum.

Rain thrashes the roof and windows.

I gurgle and choke as hot cum fills my mouth and slides down my throat.

"That's it," he growls as he watches me taking every drop.

When the surging stops, he pulls back a bit, but I stop him, not wanting him to go just yet.

I keep his stiff cock in my mouth and suck on it until I'm sure that I've sucked out every drop.

Once I'm satisfied, I pull it out and wipe my wet lips.

I look up at him shyly, still holding onto his cock like I'm afraid it's going to leave if I let go.

He's trying to catch his breath as he looks down at me like I'm the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

"I'm sure now," I whisper as I gaze into his beautiful eyes. "I'm your mate."

"Damn right you are," he says with a possessive gleam in his eye. "Now let's get those clothes off. You're about to find out how a bear shifter pleases their mate."