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My breath hitched as Zane’s growl vibrated through the space between us. I loved how close his beast was to the surface, how he didn’t hide him from me.
“Zane, please,” I begged, voice thick with longing and the weight of our unfulfilled bond. The urgency of our shared need was palpable. No more waiting.
I got up and spun around, placing my hands flat on the cool sheets of the bed, offering myself to him. No, not offering, pleading with him to take me. I parted my legs and spread my cheeks. “I’m slick for you, so ready. Please, take me. I can’t wait anymore.”
There was no hesitation from Zane. His powerful rough hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against him just before he sheathed himself inside me. It was exactly what I needed. A jolt of sheer ecstasy shot up my spine as he entered, his thick cock stretching me deliciously, filling me in ways only he could, connecting us the way I needed.
The room was filled with the sounds of our movements, the slap of skin against skin as he pummeled into me hard and fast, our labored breathing, and the low, continuous thread of Zane’s growls. I never thought of growling as sexy, but gods, it hit every button.
His rhythm followed my lead, each thrust driving deeper, stoking the passion that consumed us both.
“Zane!” I cried out, my voice breaking as my orgasm came barreling toward me, nothing but sheer will keeping it at bay. I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long.
And then we were there, teetering on the edge of oblivion together, his breathing becoming erratic, my body beginning to quiver.
With one final, deep thrust, Zane’s growls crescendoed into a roar. I didn’t even know bears did that. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe this was all Zane. My own climax shattered through me, the intensity of it growing as his knot began to fill me.
His knot. It was true. He was my mate, the one sent here only for me. For a timeless moment, there was nothing but Zane and me, two halves of a whole joined in the most intimate way.
He managed to get us both up and on the bed with minimal tugging, pulling the blanket up and over us.
Lying there in the aftermath, I was overwhelmed by the urge to mark Zane as mine. Somehow, I managed to keep that desire suppressed enough while we were in motion, but now? Now that we were in post-orgasmic bliss, now the need to show the world he was mine became nearly unbearable. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
First, we needed to deal with the den.
“Everything will be okay,” Zane murmured, the warmth of his breath caressing my skin. It was as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Or maybe he was thinking it too. But whatever the case, he was right. I refused to believe anything less. “We’ll figure it out, together.”
I nestled into him, the steady thump of his heart beating a lullaby that promised safety, promised forever. As sleep tugged at the edges of my consciousness, I held onto his words, letting them be the last thought before sleep took me.
Chapter 10
Zane
Corey stood at the stove with frying pan in front of him and a spatula in his hand, pushing around some eggs. He wore only a pair of boxers, and in my opinion, that was too much. I preferred him naked. Not that it was wise to cook that way.
The scent of me clung to his skin and I never wanted him to wash it off. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle, resting my chin on his shoulder, loving the way it felt so natural to be here with him like this.
He immediately tilted his neck in invitation, and I kissed him right where his shoulder met his neck. He groaned, and I wanted to kiss him and so much more. It probably wasn’t the best idea given the stove was on.
“You know, you can put your mark there, and I won’t complain, not even a little bit,” he said.
I sighed, not letting go of him, but loosening my hold. I wanted to do exactly that. Mark him. Show the world that he was mine. But it wasn’t something I could do because we wanted to. There were other people to consider, as much as I hated that. Mating was a private bond and shouldn’t have any of the politics thrust in the middle of it this way.
“I must speak with your brother first, you know that.”
It had been a week since we had given up on denying what we had—a week of spending nearly every moment that we were not working in each other’s company, whether we were exploring the territory together, meeting den members, or simply spending time at home. We were always together. No one in the den had mentioned anything about it, but others had to have noticed. We were hardly subtle.
Whether or not they would say something to Aydan, well, that remained to be seen. But I refused to keep what we had a secret, so while I wanted to be the one to tell Aydan, I understood that we were taking a risk by being seen in public as cozy as we had been.
“Have you spoken with him?” I asked.
Corey shook his head. “I’ve been texting him just like I normally do. But he hasn’t mentioned us or anything about my prospective mate.”
My bear growled at the idea that anyone would be Corey’s mate except me. It had to be a good sign that Aydan hadn’t been mentioning him, right? Wouldn’t he be attempting to sell the idea of him to his brother if things were a go? Or was that wishful thinking?
“Have you spoken with your friend Jayce?” My mate missed his friend, who sounded more like a second brother to me. It stank that he hadn’t been able to come at the same time. But also… maybe it was good in a way since it gave Corey and me the time we needed to get to know each other.
Corey let out a laugh. “No. I haven’t told him yet. He’s a little too excitable. He’d have come here immediately to throw us a celebration.”
