Breed me? If I wasn’t on birth control, that might have been something I would object to. But considering that I had the implant and it still had a whole two years before it expired, the declaration only made my brain light up pleasantly.
Breed me? Hell yeah. Why the fuck not?
“Give me your pups,” I pleaded, hoping I was using the nomenclature correctly. I was pretty sure that I’d heard it before but it was hard to say. My brain was too fogged over with unabashed lust, desire, and love. “Breed me, baby.”
“Fuck!”
Not exactly eloquent, but I got it, I did. And then the head of his cock was lined up with my entrance, and he pushed forward faster than he ever had before.
“Cas!” I gasped. The burning stretch of it, the relief of beginning to be filled, the heat rapidly building… it overwhelmed my senses. But then Cas was leaning over me, his teeth grazing my neck as he kissed his way down my neck to my shoulder.
“Just breathe, sweetheart. You can take this. You were made for it, weren’t you?”
All I could do was let out a whine. I could feel myself sinking down into submission. It was as if it were a tangible blanket-warm, comforting, and weighted.
“That’s it,” he continued as he pushed deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
“You take me so perfectly. Like you… you…”
I couldn’t tell if he was struggling with his words because he was losing himself to his wolf, or because he wasn’t sure he should say whatever was on his mind. I hoped it was the latter part, because a majority was hoping for him to say something in particular.
“Like I was meant to?” I hedged cautiously before deciding to throw everything to the wind. “Like we were fated to meet?”
At that, the slow, agonizing, and delicious push halted, and Cas stilled, his lips leaving my shoulder.
Shit, had I just ruined the entire mood?
Worry flooding me, I glanced over my shoulder at my love. Thankfully, he didn’t look upset, only shocked.
“You know about fated mates?”
“I do,” I said, marveling at how I so often managed to throw him for a loop. It wasn’t personal, but I did seem to have a knack for it.
“And you think we’re that?”
Self-consciousness began to seep in, which was most certainly a lady-boner killer. At least, it was for me. I tried to hold onto my unchecked horniness and desire and have faith that somehow, Cas and I were on the same page, as we so often were.
“I know I’m not a shifter, so technically I don’t have a mating gland to bite, but yeah, I do. In my heart, I feel like we’re fated mates.
“I don’t mean to like… use the term improperly, but I can’t help but feel like you walking into my bakery out of all of them in the city was destiny. I’ve had such trouble with SEO and online presence, but I’m guessing I was at the top of your search results, right?”
“Yeah, you were,” he murmured. “The very top spot and the first place I went to.”
“That shouldn’t have been possible, and yet it happened. So, yes. I believe we’re fated mates.”
Once more he was leaning over me, but this time his arms wrapped around my middle, sliding between me and the counter in an embrace. “You’d let me bite you? You’d swear yourself to me forever, and accept me swearing to you?”
His voice. God, his voice.
It was thick and sweet as honey, with just a hint of vulnerability to it, like he was wary of my answer.
“But I don’t have a mating gland.” I had been a bit skeptical when I’d heard a couple people talk about such things online, but after talking to some pack members, I’d learned that it was very real. Thankfully, it wasn’t as all-encompassing as some of the people online said it was, and a non-consensual mating bite wouldn’t work, but I had certainly been surprised to find out just how much of their posts were based in fact.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is would you let me?” His voice lowered, which I didn’t even think was possible. “Would you want me to?”
“Yes,” I answered, completely breathless. “I would. I want to be your mate. Your girlfriend. All of it. I want your mark on my neck.”
He didn’t answer for several long seconds, and I swore I was going to combust when he pressed a featherlight kiss where my shoulder met my neck.
“Right here? You’d let me sink my teeth in and claim you? Tie my soul to yours?”
“Do it,” I gasped. I meant it with every cell in my body. “Please, Cas, I want it. Do it. We’re meant to be. You, and me, and the new future for the packs without the fairies. This is our story, so please, Cas.
Bite me.”
“As you wish,” Cas murmured, and then his teeth were sinking into my skin.
“Shit, Cas!” I cried out as he bit me and buried his cock inside me at the same time, truly filling me in every sense of the word. While I didn’t have that tiny little gland that was supposed to flood my entire system with happy bonding and sex chemicals, it didn’t matter. I loved the bite of pain with pleasure, and even if I didn’t, the discomfort didn’t even touch the way my heart and my mind were soaring.
Cas loved me.
Enough to bond with me in one of the most important ways his people could. He was sharing his culture, his life, his future with me in such an intimate way, and most importantly, he agreed with me. That we were meant to be. That we’d walked some winding and often lonely paths to get to each other, but it was a road well-traveled.
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