I bite into his skin, and he lets out a low howl. As I taste his cut flesh, I run my tongue over it to take the sting away and seal the wound. His cock twitches, and I see it grow even bigger. It makes all the muscles between my legs twitch and ache.

I lick my lips wanting to taste him, and I lean forward. Just as my tongue is about to make contact, Xavier growls and grabs my shoulders, pulling me up his big body. He thrusts into me before I can stop him, the sudden fullness making me moan loudly.

I look down at him and pout. “I wanted to taste you, too.”

“Later, my love. Much later. When I’m under better control.”

He pulls me to him and buries his face in my neck while I reach up, grabbing the headboard for support.

“Oh, God, don’t stop. Right there.” I grind down on his cock as he thrusts harder and harder. I may be on top, but he’s the one in control. Xavier is the one taking me and claiming my body. I’m his mate, and my soul is intertwined with his; my need is his need. From now until the end of time, when he desires me, my body will come alive for him.

I feel Xavier thrust hard one last time, pressing the base of his cock to my pussy as deep as he can go. His warm seed fills me, and like always, my body climaxes in response. I can feel my womb opening for him to accept his gift.

As if hearing my thoughts, he reaches up and rubs my lower belly. I put my hand over his and we smile at each other.

“I wonder how many we’ll have,” Xavier says in wonder.

“Between your alpha blood and my natural dominance, I’m sure we’re destined for lots and lots of babies. I’m just hoping for one little girl.”

Xavier reaches up with his other hand, touching my cheek tenderly. “I will keep trying until you have exactly what you want, love.”

Laughing a little, I nod as his words, knowing that he will. He will keep breeding me until I had my little girl, because my mate would stop at nothing to give me what I want. Just as I will with him.

I’ve come to notice that about him in the short time I’ve been with him. He might be totally dominant, but his urge to please me seems to eclipse that. At least I’m hoping that’s true, or he’s never going to let me out of this house.

“If you’re going to fill me with little pups, you’re going to have to feed me.” His face falls at my words, and before I can ask him what’s wrong, I’m in his arms and he’s striding through the house. He places me on a kitchen counter.

“I’m sorry. I let my needs get in the way of taking care of you. I’ll be a better mate.” He goes to pull away and I grab him, pulling him back between my thighs.

“First off, you gave me exactly what I wanted. Second, we’re both new at this so we’re going to stumble through what works for us. I don’t want you worrying that you’ve done something wrong. I’m yours and I’m not going anywhere. Trust me, if something is bothering me, you’ll be the first to know, big guy.”

Some of the tension leaves his body, and he cups my face. “It’s been so long since I cared about anything. I don’t think I could survive without you. In fact, I know I couldn't. I want to make you happy. I want you to be here because you want to, not because our mated bond makes you.”

“How do you know I don’t feel the same way? Hmm? You’re the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen in my life. Any shifter woman would be proud to be your mate.”

“You had me before the mating, or have you forgotten already? I was once so worried, I thought about stealing you on your eighteenth birthday and keeping you. I would lock us away somewhere our mates could never find us so we would never be apart, mating bond or not. Until…” His words trail off like they always seem to do when he thinks about his mother and sister.

“I missed you.” His eyes snap back to mine. “When you stopped coming and watching me, you took a piece of me with you. I finally just got it back.” I lay my hand over his heart and feel it beat wildly. “We were made for each other. I can feel it in my soul. I’m here because I want to be. I came for you in that cage not because of some mating heat, I came because you’re my other half.”

He pulls my face to his, our mouths locking in a soft kiss. When he pulls back, I can tell it took everything in him to do it.

“I need to feed you.” His tone is firm, like I might argue with him, but my stomach rumbles at the same time, agreeing with him. That makes him chuckle. Taking one last kiss, he pulls away from me and starts taking out what seems like everything he has in the refrigerator.

I look at all the items and wonder what he might possibly be making. He seems confused by what to do with all of it now that it’s out.

“Why don’t you go get me a shirt, and I’ll cook for us?”

“No.”

“No?” I raise my eyebrows at him, and he just shrugs. “It’s no big deal. I can cook. I actually really like doing it.”

“I meant ‘no’ to the shirt. I like you bare. I can mount you anytime I want.”

I can’t say that I disagree, enjoying my view of his naked ass strolling all over the kitchen, but I’m not cooking naked.

“I could get burnt from splatter.” He drops a pan he pulled from a drawer and leaves the kitchen heading down the hall without a word. Two seconds later, he’s back with a shirt and slides it over my head.

“The only marks on your skin are to be made by me.” He leaves the kitchen again, only to return with a chair. He puts it in the middle of the kitchen, planting his ass in it.