Nick’s cock was hard as steel, despite having just come deep inside his gorgeous mate’s precious mouth. She was truly incredible. So sexy and beyond giving.
He knew he loved her before, but when her perfect lips kissed his injured leg, he fell head over heels all over again.
Stephanie was a fucking treasure. And she was his.
“Mine,” he growled.
He lifted her up so she was on level with his mouth. His large hands held onto the perfect taut globes of her ass while her legs hung over his shoulders.
He inhaled her sweet, woodsy sage scent, then leaned down and lapped at her dripping slit. Fuck. She was even more potent than he could have anticipated.
Tongue working her clit, he slid one thick digit into her tight channel, marveling at the way she squeezed his finger.
Fuck.
He couldn’t wait to see how good she felt around his cock. But first, he wanted her to come on his tongue. Nick needed her passion coating his lips, her flavor ingrained on his body, mind, and heart for all time.
Never much of a player, he’d shared his bed with women in the past, but nothing compared to the perfection that was Stephanie. Silly female was worried about the difference between their ages, and he couldn’t for the life of him wonder why. Physically, she was unmatched.
As a Wolf and Shifter, her physique was that of someone far younger than a normal of her age. She was a beauty rivaled by iconic actresses like Bo Derek and Raquel Welch. Though in his opinion, they didn’t hold a candle to his Stephanie.
Sucking on her clit, she bucked wildly beneath him, and he doubled his efforts. He watched greedily as she writhed and moaned, tugging her own nipples, while his free hand toyed with her forbidden hole.
“Please, please,” she begged, and what else could he do but comply.
Pressing two more fingers into her heat, he sucked her tight nubbin until she screamed his name.
“Now, need you now,” she growled, tugging him down to her.
“Mine,” he snarled like the beast he was.
Then he was lining his cock with her entrance and pressing into the sweetest heat he’d ever felt. Instinct, primordial need, burning lust, all competed for the prime spot in his brain, but all he could think was her.
Stephanie. Mine. Mate. Love. Love. LOVE. LOVE.
She angled her hips, and he slid deeper. Thick and long, he was grateful for his size as he pressed deep, deep, deeper until he was touching that spot that made her moan out his name.
“Nicholas,” she gasped, scratching his shoulders.
Now that he’d uncovered her secrets, he pulled out and pushed in. Tap, tap, tapping that spot again and again. Stephanie squeezed him with her thighs, rising up to meet his thrusts. Each one harder, faster, better than the last.
Striving towards the same goal, they moved together, reaching for it, demanding it, needing that pinnacle like no other. And when the first tendrils of erotic bliss took hold, he struck.
Biting her on the smooth expanse of flesh between her shoulder and neck, Nicholas claimed Stephanie as his own true and fated mate.
Her orgasm rippled around him, pussy tightening on his dick until he didn’t think he’d ever move again. The pain exploded in his arm, and he was coming so hard he didn’t know what hit him.
Finally, he glanced to see her lapping at the wound she’d made with her canines. Satisfaction and pride hummed through his blood.
Stephanie had claimed him.
“That was,” she moaned, not finishing the thought. She didn’t have to. He felt it too, right down to his soul.
“Yes,” he answered.
Neither one of them could move, and so he simply held her, waiting for their breathing to even and their hearts to stop racing.
“I love you,” he murmured, kissing her head.
She didn’t need to say it back, he told himself. Ignoring the ache that filled him at her lack of response. This was enough for now. It had to be.
Awooooooo.
Hours later…
“Should we get out of bed?” Stephanie asked.
She and Nicholas had spent the entire day in various stages of undress. They’d decided to don some clothing when they’d come up for air and food, both deciding it was unwise to cook in the nude.
Dishes lined the floor, and after this last round of unmatched sexual escapades, she didn’t care if they stayed there all week. Stephanie’s body was positively glowing.
She had not been so well-loved in, well, ever. Nicholas grinned and kissed a line down her back, he’d just reached her cheeks, giving one, then the other a nibble.
“I think we should stay right here,” he replied, using his forefinger to spread her lips while he rubbed circles over her asshole while teasing her other entrance.
Fuck.
He was so damned talented with those hands. No matter how many nights she’d fantasized about the man with Mr. Rabbit, Stephanie had in no way done him justice.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked.
“Making love to you, mate,” he replied.
Stephanie might be older, but Nicholas was something beyond her experience. He was insatiable. Licking a trail from her ass to her clit, he lifted her up on her knees, tilting his head to reach her with his tongue and lips. She moaned, eyes rolling back in her head as he brought her untold delights.
“Need you, Nick,” she moaned, aching for him.
Serious expression on his face, Nick rose to his knees behind her, found her with his cock, and pressed inside. His big, warm body caged her in as he thrust deep and hard into her needy body.
Claws scratched her shoulders and her inner Wolf howled, he was marking her again, claiming her as his own, and fuck, didn’t that send her coming again faster and harder than before?
Hell, yes, it did. Her orgasm spiraled into the stratosphere and Nick groaned her name, plunging his cock deep, so deep, she didn’t know where either ended and the other began.
He stiffened, orgasming above her with a fierce roar. The pleasure so intense it was sublime. And she felt it, felt him, in her blood, her bones, in her heart. Their matebond pulsed and glowed, surrounding them both in a brilliant blue and green glow like the Northern lights
Stephanie finally let go of her misgivings. Her heart damn near burst with feelings for the big man.
She hadn’t told him yet, but she would.
Soonish.
Another couple of hours later…
She grinned as more dishes joined the others on the floor of her bedroom. Nicholas lay sprawled on the comforter. Her big, sexy Santa spent after making love in the brand new, extra large, jacuzzi tub she’d had installed not too long ago.
“Oh my God! What about Clara?” Stephanie gasped, looking at the clock.
“Easy, baby, Clara has club, then it’s the Pack sleepover tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, opening one eye and grinning at her.
“Nick?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“What are you doing for Christmas?”
“Christmas? Oh I, uh—”
“I want you here. With me.”
“Yeah?” He smiled sleepily. “Good, baby, because I want to be here with you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Well, I guess however long you let me, Steph. I love you. I want to be with you always, but I respect your need to take things slow,” he said, frowning as if the latter part was distasteful to him.
“Nick?” She whispered.
“Mmm?”
His reply this time was nothing more than a grunt. Her heart squeezed with a desperate ache. So many years she’d spent the holidays alone. Ever since Cassie had grown up and moved away.
She’d been longing for family, for more than just work to fill her time. It was like her Christmas prayers had been answered, and by Santa himself.
“What is it, baby?”
Nick sat up, and she met his eyes head on. This was it. No turning back now.
“I want this.”
“What?”
“I want you. You and Clara. You and me. I want all of this. Forever. Starting right now.”
“What are you saying, Stephanie?”
“Marry me. Right now. Tonight. Tomorrow. Marry me.”
“Baby? You serious?” He asked, eyebrows disappearing into that gloriously tousled russet mop on his head.
“Yes, I’m serious,” she laughed, her heart almost beating her to death.
“Hell yes, I’ll marry you, woman! I was going to ask you on Christmas Eve, you know?”
He tugged her down, kissing her and squeezing her so tight he almost broke a rib. She just laughed harder, happiness overflowing like a glass of champagne bubbling through her veins.
“Oh, and Nick?”
“What is it, baby?” he asked, still smiling.
“I love you.”
Awooooooooo!