Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
She’s got my mark on her neck.
She smells like me.
She’s mine.
My mate.
My Bailey.
Finally.
Fucking finally.
Her legs shake with her climax and when she goes lax, I move up her body and suck her gorgeous tits, one after the other.
She whimpers, looking like she’s about to ask me to stop.
Her lips are swollen. She’s full of love bites on her torso, on her sweet ass, her right breast.
“You’re ready to pass out,” I tell her. “I should let you off the hook.”
“Mm,” is her reply.
“Should give you a break.”
She nods. “A little one, maybe, yep…”
“Naw… don’t think I will.”
She whimpers with a cute little pout.
“Okay, maybe a little one. But just a little one. After I come inside you again.”
“Mm hm. Okay,” she agrees, nodding fast, though her eyes are barely slits.
I’ve worn her out.
I’m the only one who’s ever done this to her. I’m the only one who will ever get to do this to her.
Fuck yeah…
It doesn’t take more than a few more strokes before I come again, hard, vision blurring, the wolf inside me howling.
I’m so fucking glad the bullshit is over. I get the good parts now. Smelling her. Touching her. Fucking her. Knotting her. Loving her.
She reaches for my face and scrubs my jaw slowly with her nails until her hand goes limp and she passes out.
I let out the biggest sigh of relief ever. And now my wolf wants out. Wants to howl at the moon. But not yet…
***
It’s late when the doorbell rings. Bailey is crashed on her belly, nude, her hair everywhere, my mate mark on her looking fresh and beautiful. She’s been asleep for about an hour.
I’m feeling a little tired, but I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted to watch her. Enjoy this quiet moment thinking about the fact that I know what the rest of my life is gonna look like.
I’ve been lying here smiling, happy, knowing that no matter what comes, I’ve got Bailey. Not only did Fate give her to me, I feel like, in a way, I’ve earned her. And it feels damn good.
I roll out of bed and look out the window seeing Bailey’s car in the driveway. Someone brought it over.
I smell food. Smells good. I could eat a twelve-point buck in a single sitting right now, I’m that starved. But I’m definitely too tired after all that to hunt one down, so it’s a good thing it’s not on me to hunt dinner for me and my mate tonight as it would’ve been way back whenever.
I pull the blanket over her and kiss her shoulder before pulling on some sweatpants.
I stop at the doorway and stare for a minute, putting my shoulder against the doorframe. I let the vision before me soak in for a good few minutes before I go downstairs.
Beyond an insulated bag from Roxy’s on the doorstep, there’s also the Quinn honeymoon basket along with a bottle of Quinn honeymoon mead chilling in a sparkled metallic beige ice bucket monogrammed with J & B Creed on it. Fuck yeah, I like that.
There’s also my bag from the cabin along with my shoes, wallet, and phone.
All this stuff has the faintest trace of Joel.
Nice. He saved us a trip. I sense he’s now feeling the pressure I felt when I did stuff for Rye and Grey right after they mated. I bet Linc is gearing up, though I doubt Linc’s nervous. I know from our recent talks he’s feeling beyond ready for this.
When I get back inside, she’s at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a sheet, looking sleepy, curious, and well-fucked, if I do say so myself.
“Food?” my mate asks.
“Yes. And a bottle of chilled wedding mead.”
She claps her hands excitedly and the sheet falls, pooling around her feet.
“Oops!” She squats to grab the sheet, wrapping it around herself with a level of modesty that’s frankly adorable.
I put the stuff in my hands on the floor and prowl up the stairs after her.
“Mrs. Creed, you’re fucking beautiful.”
She’s standing still, blushing and looking stunned for a split second before her face splits into the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It nearly sends me to my knees.
I get three or four steps away from her when she squeals and runs for the bedroom, dropping the sheet.
Oh yeah. Chasing.
I catch her immediately, scooping her up and falling into bed with her, reveling in the feel of a soft, warm, and naked Jase-scented Bailey Creed in my arms.
“You smell amazing,” I tell her.
“That’s because I smell like you,” she informs.
“You smell like us, right now. My favorite scent ever. I fuckin’ love that nobody’s seen this body but me.”
Her arms go around me.
“And even more… that nobody’s touched you the way I have.”
She presses a kiss to my jaw and threads her fingers into my hair.