B rock walked up the stairs of Madison’s house, admiring the voluptuous body of his beautiful mate as she walked in front of him. His bear scratched at his insides, inciting him to mate with her again. It had been rolling around in ecstasy all night. He still couldn’t believe that he was with her, that she was his mate. He’d dreamed of kissing her, mating her, so many times, never finding himself another mate because he couldn’t forget her. He silently thanked her loser ex-husband, a snowstorm and a naughty teenager for bringing them together. Or fate, he reminded himself. He’d always known, even in high school, that she was his fated mate, but, like all shifters, he’d understood that you don’t always get to be with your fated mate. That it takes a special alignment of circumstances to make it happen .
At the top of the stairs, she turned and took his hand. Even in the dim light of the hallway, her face was so beautiful, and when she smiled at him, his stomach flipped .
“Are you sleepy?” she asked .
“Not really. Are you ?”
“No,” she replied, her smile becoming wanton .
“Well I can think of plenty of things we can do instead of sleep.” She walked backwards, leaning on her bedroom door to push it open. The scent of their earlier mating still hung in the air, sensual and provocative .
“Such as ?”
“I could mate with you again,” he said, picking her up, rushing across the room and throwing her down on the bed. She gazed up at him, pupils dilated with desire .
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m going to take you hard, claim you for my own again,” he said, pulling off her sweater and tank-top in a single movement. She reached for his shirt and tore it off too .
“And then?” He unfastened the zipper on her jeans and yanked them down, along with her panties. She copied him, tugging at his pants, and he helped her, quickly becoming fully naked .
“Then we go to sleep and wake up to Christmas morning,” he murmured, reaching behind her back and unfastening the clasp on her bra .
She was wet and ready for him, and he was inside her within seconds. She cried out as he filled her, her taut muscles clenching around him. And she cried out again as he made her come again and again, before he claimed her, taking his own orgasm and filling her with his fertile seed .
“Merry Christmas, my beautiful, amazing mate,” he whispered as she snuggled into the crook of his arm, already falling asleep. “I love you.” Her eyes snapped open .
“Merry Christmas. I love you too,” she whispered. He kissed her soft lips one more time, before they both drifted into unconsciousness .
THE END