Page 94 of An Unending Claim
He laughed and gave us a final wave before leaving the cabin. I knew he’d be back, but I still felt a wave of sadness at saying goodbye.
Nathan scooped me into his arms and planted a kiss on my lips before stalking to the living room. My libido roared to life and I felt his do the same, so he shocked the hell out of me when he dropped onto the couch and grabbed the remote off the end table next to him.
“Ummm, I think the bedroom might be more comfortable, Nate. We’re not a pair of horny teenagers stuck making out on the couch.”
He laughed as he turned on the television, keeping his eyes on it when he answered. “Later, baby. There’s a Yankees game on.”
While I was almost always up for watching my team play, even when it was just a replay of a game from last season. I was more eager to have Nathan inside me. So I huffed and shot him a disgruntled frown, which I knew he saw because the corners of his mouth raised.
“You can’t honestly tell me you’d rather watch a rerun of a baseball game than fuck your mate.”
Finally, he looked at me with an exasperated expression. “I’m going somewhere with this, baby. Relax for now and I promise to give you as many orgasms as you want later.”
I perked up and smiled slyly. “Without begging?”
“Not for all of them…” Nathan replied with a smirk.
I settled back against him and grumbled, “We’ll see.”
He found the channel with the Yankees game and put the remote back down before wrapping both arms around me. “I’ve been thinking about the whole date thing.”
“Oh?” I said a little absently as my focus had turned to the TV.
“And your natural instinct to roam.”
My attention snapped back to him and I stared at his face. “I’m not leaving,” I insisted. Irritation heated my temper that I had to reassure him of a promise I’d made.
“I know, baby. But I also told you I wouldn’t cage you in. So, I have a surprise for you.”
I raised a brow and sat up, my annoyance turning to curiosity. “Let’s have it, then.”
Nathan pulled open the drawer of the end table and withdrew an envelope. “After our pup arrives, I thought we could take a little trip.”
Eager now, I snatched the envelope and quickly opened it. Inside were tickets to several Yankees games. One was in New York City, but the rest were in ballparks throughout the country.
“My parents will come with us to help with the baby.” He grinned wickedly. “They even agreed to keep her in their room for a few nights so we can have some time to ourselves.”
I didn’t know what to say. A thoughtful gesture like this wasn’t something I would ever expect from Nathan. Not because he didn’t care, but rather, his mind simply didn’t function in that way. But clearly, we werebothmaking changes and learning to adapt.
“What do you think?” he asked.
My reply was to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. Which led to making out on the couch like horny teenagers. Until we stumbled into the bedroom to fuck like mated shifters.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
NATHAN
“Are you ready?” I grunted as I licked up Peyton’s pink, wet center. Honey and cloves filled my nose while the sweetness of her pussy burst on my tongue. She would always be my favorite food.
“Yes,” she moaned while her hips undulated, searching for the relief my mouth could give her.
I wanted to draw this out, make her crazy with need. Wait until she was about to lose her fucking mind before finally completing the next stage of our mating. But I hadn’t anticipated just how hard the instinct to claim my mate would hit me.
Bending my head once more, I speared my tongue into her channel and pinched her pleasure button. My cock nearly exploded at the sound of her scream and the rush of liquid that flooded my mouth. I didn’t know how it was for other mating couples, but ever since Peyton had admitted she loved me, I’d been practically foaming at the mouth to have her, only to be the same way half an hour after I took her.
We’d had to wait a couple of weeks until Myka and Brooks confirmed that Peyton was completely healed. Then a fucking dam exploded—no pun intended—and we’d spent the majority of the last week christening every single spot of our cabin, the deck, the backyard, even the back seat of my SUV. We could barely leave the damn house.
But I’d waited for Peyton to make the decision. Last night, as we were finally falling asleep, she’d quietly told me she was ready to go to the next stage of the mating. I’d nearly plowed into her right that second, but we were both exhausted from spending the day devouring each other. I was actually a little concerned about what would happen when we completed the third stage. I wasn’t sure how our ravenous need for each other could get any stronger.