Page 28 of Rehabilitated

The kiss steals every coherent thought from my head. My hands slide into her damp hair, holding her as if she might disappear if I let go. She rises onto her toes, her fingers knotting in my shirt while she kisses me back with the same desperate hunger burning through my veins.

Mate. Mine, my bear rumbles, nearly delirious.

Ever lets out the sweetest little sigh, and it almost undoes me. I’ve imagined kissing my mate on the night of the full moon a thousand times over the years. None of those fantasies come close to this.

Her lips are impossibly soft, warm, and eager. Every brush of her mouth against mine feels like another thread binding us together. I cup her face, memorizing every inch of her as my thumbs brush across her flushed cheeks. The bond between us hums so loudly that it almost drowns out everything else. Every place we’re touching feels alive, sending sparks dancing beneath my skin.

Her hands slide from my chest around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

“I can’t get close enough,” she whispers.

“I know. I feel that way too.”

For a long moment, neither of us speaks. We simply stand there holding each other while the moonlight spills through the cabin windows, silvering her hair and making her eyes shine. My bear settles enough to let me appreciate the moment.

I lean down and kiss her forehead, then lower, peppering kisses across her cheeks, her nose, and nibbling at her ear.

“Russo,” she gasps as I trail kisses down her neck. “Take me to bed. Please.”

“Yes, mate,” I answer, happy to oblige.

I bend, lifting my mate easily in my arms, and practically sprint toward the stairs. My bear is elated inside me, salivating at the thought of claiming our mate.

I carry Ever into our bedroom, my heart racing as I lay her down on the bed. I straighten, staring in awe at my mate.

“Please don’t make me wait,” she cries.

I smirk as I tug my shirt up and over my head. “Strip,” I order.

She hurries to wiggle out of her clothes. I bite back a moan as she rips my shirt over her head, and her tits jiggle free. My mouth waters. I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on those sweet melons. I can’t decide which part of her I want to lick first.

Her neck. Then bite her, my bear suggests.

My teeth elongate at the thought.

Ever tosses her panties and the shirt over the side of the bed, leaving her naked before me. I almost tear my clothes trying to get them off, jumping onto the bed beside my mate. Ever wraps herself around me, and my heart almost explodes at how good it feels to have her naked skin against mine.

“You feel so good,” Ever moans, rubbing against me.

“It will feel even better in a minute,” I promise her.

I push on her shoulders until she lies back. Moving over her, I nudge her thighs wider to make room for my big body.

Ever’s eyes widen, and she gulps comically when she sees the size of my cock.

“It will fit,” I promise.

She looks up, locking eyes with me. Her face softens, and she nods, trusting me completely. Seeing that has me falling even more in love with her.

“I’ll make this good for you,” I vow.

I cage her in with my arms, ignoring my bear’s impatience as I kiss her slowly. Our tongues tangle languorously as our bodies press together. Ever’s stiff nipples rub through my chest hair, and my cock hardens, sliding against her drenched folds.

“Oh!” she gasps as my dick brushes against her clit.

“Easy, mate,” I murmur.

“It feels like I’m burning up,” she cries.