Xander wasn’t sure where to wait for her. He’d planned this shit out to the smallest detail. There were flowers all over the goddamned room. That’s what Julia said women liked. He’d gotten enough candles in the bedroom that it looked like an altar. He was worried the whole room would catch fire.
Of course, Julia decided to tell him now that she meant for him to get the flameless candles. Like he was supposed to know that somehow.
A bottle of champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket along with chocolate-covered strawberries. He’d done everything. Even went as far as getting the weird elevator music Keir suggested. He’d never heard of any instrumental stuff before. He kept waiting for someone to start singing, but it didn’t happen.
She finally walked into the bedroom from the bath she’d been taking and stopped in her tracks. The softness that entered her eyes when she glanced around the room and the smile on her lips made him feel like a fucking superhero. All he’d done was toss some flowers around and this was her reaction? He’d have to remember to do that shit more often.
“What is all this?” Josie asked softly. Her gaze trailed around the room, going from the flowers to the bed to the candles.
Yeah, he’d done a great job. Maybe Julia was onto something. He marched toward her, ready to rip the towel off and touch her curves with his tongue.
“For you. Just something to show you the bathroom game is not the man I am anymore.”
She licked her lips and raised a hand up to his jaw. He should’ve shaved, but he’d showered quickly and insisted she take her bubble bath while he set up the room in secret. Her hand rubbed the day-old beard, her nails scraping lightly over his hair.
“Every time I think I have you figured out, you do something to make the walls around my heart disappear.”
He grinned. “Then I’m doing something right.”
She dropped the towel and pressed her naked body to him. “I want you.”
He opened his mouth to ask her more about that since she’d been pretty hesitant about things after the last time they’d been together. There wasn’t a chance to ask anything. She curled a hand around his head and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was harder and deeper than any other. It was as if she were finally opening herself fully to him. Mind, body, and soul.
She shoved his pants down, her hands immediately caressing his erection, and he fucking loved it.
He pulled back from their kiss and met her gaze. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
She licked her lips and kissed his chest. “I think I can figure it out.”
He groaned and closed his eyes, filling his hands with her hair and gripping the strands tightly. She continued her trek down. Every breath he drew, her lips were there to place another soft kiss on his body and make it harder for him to think straight. The kisses continued. On his abs, his belly button, his hip and, finally, he glanced down and saw her open her lips and take his cock into her mouth. His heartbeat pounded in his ears like ocean waves crashing over him.
She curled her sexy tongue over his cock, flicking it back and forth, making him ache from how badly he wanted to shove it straight down her throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted.
She took him deep, her hot mouth sucking tightly and enveloping him in heat and wetness.
He gripped her hair, guiding her as he thrust into her mouth and pulled back. Fire shot down his back and he readied to come, but he didn’t want to. Not in her mouth. He wanted in her body. In her tight little pussy where he could bite and claim her. Scratch her and make her his.
He propelled back and growled. She blinked and gave him a smile so seductive it made his balls tighten.
“I want you now, baby. Not after you have my cum crawling down your lips. I want inside you,” he growled and hefted her up and tossed her on the bed. She squealed as she landed on her belly, her head twisting so she could glance over her shoulder at him. “I want to slide in your hot pussy and fill it. Take it. Make it mine. Make you mine.”
He crawled up her back, placing his legs to either side of hers and lowering to put his body flush over hers. She was hot, soft, and coated in perspiration.
“Xander…” There was a hitch in her voice he found sexy as fuck.
“Lift your sexy ass up for me, sweetheart.”
She wiggled up and widened her legs enough for him to be able to rock into her from behind, pushing his cock straight into the center of heat.
“God,” she moaned, dropping her head forward on the bed and clutching a pillow.
He slid his hand under her to hold her upper body tightly to his. Then he pulled back and pressed forward. He drove deep into her, grunting as the wet suctioned from her sheath.
“Fuck, you’re wet. So slick and hot.”
She pushed her ass up. He plunged deeper, giving her more of what he knew she wanted. Going deeper. Harder. Longer. Faster. He increased his speed and held on to her, their bodies slipping due to the perspiration coating their skin. The heat in her channel increased to a fiery inferno.
He thrust faster and faster. Harder and rougher. Every slap of skin making her moan and pulling a loud grunt from him. He couldn’t stop. He needed to brand her. To own her. She was his and nobody else’s.
He moved one hand down to her hip, holding her, and allowing the bear to come through. His hand changed, fingers shifting into claws digging deep into her flesh. Deep enough to create puncture wounds that would forever mark her as his.
She tensed. Her pussy squeezed harder at his dick. She was close.
“Come, baby girl.” He licked her shoulder and pressed hot kisses on the back of her neck. “Come on my dick. Soak it with your cream so I can fill you with my cum.”
She gasped, choked out a scream, and her body softened at the same time her pussy gripped tightly at his cock.
The feel of her channel sucking hard at his length pushed him over the edge. He growled, bit down at the back of her shoulder, and drove deep, taking everything she gave. His cock pulsed and filled her heat with his cum. Electrical currents shot down his back with every spurt of semen spilling from his dick into her.
He never wanted to move. This was where they both belonged. Him inside her, making her his. Her taking everything he gave her. Loving every bit.
He switched them so she lay draped over him after a moment. The scent of his seed inside her made the bear finally quiet down. She was his. Theirs. Nothing and no one would change that.
“You’re mine.”
She snuggled into him and sighed. “You’re bossy and demanding.”
He growled and slapped a hand over her ass, grasping a cheek and pulling her to lie right above his once again erect cock.
“I am both, but it changes nothing. You’re mine.”
She laughed and sat up, grasping his length in her hand and giving him a wicked smile. “Forget me belonging to anyone. How about we figure out how many times you can go, bear?”
He raised his brows. “I’m a shifter. We can go all night. Many nights in a row.”
She blinked and licked her lips. “Many nights?”
He palmed her tits and loved how big and heavy they were. All her fucking curves drove him and his animal insane with need. “That’s right. We can do this until you can’t walk.”
She snorted. “Doubtful.”
“How much I can fuck you won’t change the fact you’re mine.”
She rolled her eyes and lifted enough to take him into her wet heat. Fuck! He grunted and dug his fingers into her wide hips, groaning when she slid down until he was fully inside her. “I haven’t agreed to be yours.”
He chuckled and drove his fingers into her hair, yanking her head down to take her lips. She was his. He didn’t give a fuck if she believed it yet or not. Eventually, she’d get the picture. By then, he’d have her barefoot and pregnant with his babies.