Page 7 of Slade's Feisty Mate

“Kiss me, Slade. Then make me yours forever.”

“Gladly.”

Chapter Three

Gretchen thought she was going to melt from the inside out. Slade’s hot flesh was pressed to hers as he carried her to her bedroom. Their bedroom now. She was amazed at how easily she’d accepted Slade and their mating, but she did. Her wolf was so content she was doing the wolfy version of a purr in her mind, which sounded kind of like a broken lawnmower.

She pressed her lips to his as he carried her. He purred, which made his chest vibrate. His lips were soft but firm, and he parted them immediately and stroked her lips with his tongue. She chased his tongue with hers, wrapping her arms around his neck more tightly and digging her fingers into his thick, short hair. He tasted wild and the scent of him, like sunshine and deep woods, made her pussy clench in anticipation.

Their tongues tangled and danced. He lowered her to the bed and straightened, pulling off her bra. She’d been so involved in their first kiss she hadn’t realized he undid the clasp.

“Good one.”

His brow cocked and he grinned. “I haven’t gotten started yet, baby.”

She settled back on her bed and cupped her breasts. She was feeling very primal. Maybe it was because she felt comfortable with her mate, or maybe it was because her wolf was panting for them to mate, but either way, she was as turned on as she’d ever been and feeling very…feisty.

Slade leaned over her, bracing himself on one arm. He looked down at her in silence. His eyes were flashing between blue and gold, and she knew his beast was riding close to the surface, the same way her wolf was. He traced her jaw with his fingertip, moving it slowly down her neck to the place where it met her shoulder.

“Tell me I can mark you, make you mine forever,” Slade said roughly, rubbing that spot over and over.

She shivered and her nipples beaded. “Yes. I want to mark you, too.”

He purred. Was there anything sexier than having a mate who purred when he was happy and turned on?

“You can do anything you want to me, baby. I’m yours.”

She ran her fingers up his straightened arm. His muscles were tense, and she traced them. “I’m yours, too.”

His brow quirked mischievously. “All of you?”

“Every inch, Slade.” Letting her nails lengthen slightly, she softly dug the tips into his bicep. “I’m so hot for you, Slade. Make me come. Make me scream your name.”

The purr turned into a growl that made her pussy clench. The man was going to make her come without putting a hand on her.

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Softly. Sweetly. His hand caressed her breast as if it were made of glass, gently thumbing her nipple and making little jolts of pleasure shoot down her spine. The kiss deepened, passion flaring between them. She reached for his cock, anxious to feel the hard length, to know what he tasted like and felt like.

He snarled and grabbed her hand, pressing it to the bed. He nibbled her lower lip and stroked it with his tongue. “If you touch me, I’m going to come all over you, baby. I want to come inside you.”

“How about you do both? And why am I still wearing pants?”

He kissed her swiftly with a chuckle and released his hold on her hand. He grasped her waistband and undid her jeans. His eyes didn’t leave hers, the blue a solid gold now, flecked with bronze.

Slowly he dropped his gaze to her waist as he tugged down her jeans and panties. She lifted her hips from the bed, and he pulled off her clothes and dropped them to the floor. She scooted back on the bed until her head rested on one of the pillows and lifted her arms to him.

The bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on it. He was huge. All over. And hers. He kissed her toes and she giggled. He smiled at her and wrapped his hands around her ankles. As he kissed up her legs, alternating between one and the other, he slowly pushed them apart until she was spread wide before him.

She bent her knees, and he knelt between her spread legs, gazing down at her pussy. She could feel how wet she was. She didn’t think she’d ever been so turned on in her life. This man was her mate. It didn’t matter to her that he was a saber-tooth tiger or an NWFA fighter. It only mattered to her that he was hers.

With a soft growl, Slade lowered himself between her legs. He hovered over her pussy and inhaled slowly. “You smell amazing. Like butterscotch and cream.”

His eyes darkened, the gold so deep that it looked molten. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and lowered his head farther. He kept eye contact with her, his gaze boring into hers as he slowly licked her clit. Her hips tilted without thought, and she spread her legs wider, anxious to give him access to all of her.

He licked her pussy from bottom to top. Sucking gently on her clit, he flicked the tip with his tongue, and she let out a panting breath, her nails digging into the comforter. He smiled against her flesh and then released his hold on her clit. Tilting his head, he slid his tongue into her pussy and purred. It made his tongue vibrate and she gasped.

“Fuck that feels so good.” He was like a living vibrator.

He purred louder and faster, stroking his tongue into her pussy. She felt herself spiraling into an orgasm quickly, her body tightening as heat flooded her. Her stomach fluttered and her toes curled. His purring grew louder, and she closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the sensation. His fingers dug into her thighs and his purring stuttered and then stopped.