Chapter 48: Dean

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DEAN

I have a mate. And she’s fucking incredible.

That’s all I can think as I lift Jamie from the bath after washing her hair, not trusting myself to climb in the water with her.

She smiles patiently at me as I pat every inch of her dry, committing every bit of her luscious body to memory. She’s perfect. Stretching up on tiptoes when I finally toss the towel aside, she links her fingers behind my neck and tugs me down for a kiss.

“Are you quite done?” She’s laughing at me and the torture I’m putting myself through, but my wolf’s need to care for her far outweighs any discomfort I might feel having a raging hard on. I’m determined to ignore it until she’s back to full strength. Because when I get her under me, I’m not letting her out of the bed until I’ve taken her a dozen ways and made her scream my name until she’s hoarse.

Wrapping my hand in her damp hair, I tug, not too hard, but enough that Jamie’s forced to tip her head back. “Not even fucking close. You won’t be laughing when I get you back here later and have my wicked way with you.”

My hand drifts to the mark on her leg, just inches from her already dripping pussy. Dusting my fingertips over the slightly raised bumps left by my bite, I smirk as her breath hitches, and her legs almost buckle at the electrifying sensation.

“You’re loving that.” She pants, clutching onto me to keep herself upright, her chin still lifted as I pull her head back even harder, the sting causing Jamie’s eyes to narrow slightly.

“So are you.” I slide my finger through her wetness and bring it to my lips, sucking it clean of her juices before I reach over the counter and grab her clothes. Before I hand them to her, I cup the back of her head and take her mouth in a bruising kiss, wanting her to be as turned on and frustrated as I am, so I’m not the only one suffering through this evening.

A needy moan passes her lips as I pull away, her mouth following me until I stand to my full height, out of reach. “You’re an asshole.”

Laughing, I hold out her clothes and grin. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Jamie shakes her head and looks up at me, eyes tender and brimming with emotion. “No, I love you.”

Time stands still, and I forget how to breathe. Did she really just say that?

“You’re everything I could ever want, and I’m so happy to be yours.” Her words slay me.

I had planned to wait. To take my time and make sure everything was perfect; candles, hours of undisturbed peace, but I’m only a man, and there’s no way I can resist her anymore, standing naked before me, telling me she loves me.

“Jamie.” Her name falls from my lips like a plea, and I dip, gripping her behind the thighs and lift her. Our mouths meet, both desperate for each other, as I stumble toward the counter, sweeping products onto the floor and sliding my mate onto the cool marble.

“I need you, Dean. Don’t make me wait.”

When I bury my two hands in her hair and hold her steady while I pour my feelings into a kiss that threatens to swallow us whole, Jamie’s hands shove down my boxers, freeing my aching length. I’ve been hard since we left the podium, and I need to be inside my mate, to feel her clench around me as she comes.

“I love you,” I whisper back, before dragging my lips from her mouth, along her jaw and down her neck.

Sucking and licking her sensitive flesh, my wolf surges forward, practically feral with primal need to stake his claim, again. I rock my hips against her core, enjoying how she keens and groans as my cock, coated in her arousal, slides through her lips and over her swollen clit.

“Inside, Dean. Now. Please. Don’t tease me.”

My mate begging for my cock is my undoing. There’s no way I can deny her.

Lining its head up with her dripping entrance, I clamp my teeth down on her shoulder. She drags her nails hard down my back before digging her heels into my ass, trying to force my hips closer to hers.

With a primal growl, I surge forward, burying my cock in her quivering core, and my teeth in her delicate neck. My legs almost go from underneath me with the force of the ecstasy that slams into me.

This is heaven. This is everything. We’re together, happy, and in love.

We’re one.

“Fuck, Dean,” Jamie mumbles, her fingers threaded through my hair as she pulls me back to look into my eyes. “I love you so much.”

She’s overwhelmed. I know, because I can feel it, our emotions now blending into one, pulsing through our strengthening bond. I can feel her pleasure, and I can feel the rush of emotions swirling through her.

Pride. Joy. Devotion.

Slamming my lips to hers, I place one hand on the mirror behind her head, and the other on her hip to keep her steady.

When she’s gasping for breath and pushing her hips forward, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, desperate for friction, I pull back, determined to give her what she needs.

Staring at where our bodies meet, I’m caught in a trance as I slide out, almost all the way, before driving back in hard, loving her little cries of ecstasy as my cock drags along her tight walls, setting every nerve alight.

I move faster, harder, pounding into her, lost in the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy. My thumb slides across her slippery clit in time to each hard thrust of my hips, and she squeezes her eyes shut, her mouth falling open. Unable to resist, I slide my thumb into her mouth, groaning as she closes her lips around it, her tongue swirling around the digit, tasting herself on my skin.

“I’m going to… I can’t…”

I’m about to tell her to hang on, to wait for me, but when her eyes fly open, and her wolf shines brightly back at me, my balls tighten, knowing exactly what she’s going to do.

Surging forward, she bites down hard on my shoulder, sinking her incisors deep into the muscle in an exquisite stab of pain that’s immediately replaced by pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“Jamie,” I cry out, gripping the back of her head, keeping her teeth buried in me as blinding white light floods my vision, and I explode, shooting jet after jet of my seed deep into her body.

With a vice-like grip on my cock, Jamie comes, her tight pussy clenching me, pumping me dry of every last drop of cum until I barely hold myself upright. Holding onto the counter for support, I continue to pulse inside her as my grip on her head loosens, and I stroke her silky hair instead.

She pulls back, gasping for breath, shuddering as she slowly comes down from her high. “Mine,” she murmurs dreamily, a smile on her lips as she kisses my mark affectionately. The swell of pride that runs through her as she gazes at the two dots that she’s left on my skin hits me hard, and I struggle to control my emotions.

Unable to put how happy I am into words, I haul her to me, and as she wraps her legs around me, I hold her tightly.

“I know,” she whispers against my cheek as she clings to me. “I know.”