“I want to,” he growled back, his teeth scraping my clit and making me shudder. “I fucking love the way you move—and I love tasting us, together.”
That pushed me over the edge, right there, and his finger slipped into my ass as I came.
A scream escaped me at the intensity of the pleasure, at the way it cut through me from my head to my damned toes, and the way it made the whole freakin’ world spin.
He was mine.
I was his.
We were mates, and there was no going back now.
“I want to taste you,” I moaned at him, when the aftershocks had finally finished rolling through me.
“After I’m done with you,” he growled back.
His finger stroked my g-spot, and I lost all of my ability to think as I cried out again, and again, and again.
And that was exactly how the entirety of the next eight days went.
When the constantneed finally faded, Dax and I collapsed into bed together, completely and utterly sated. We’d slept a bunch, ate a ton, fucked even more, and had a freakin’ blast doing it.
But damn was I glad to have my body back under my own control.
I wanted more sleep—and a clean set of sheets and pillowcases—but hunger was the leading desire in the moment.
My stomach growled to agree with me.
“There there.” I patted the poor damned thing. “It’ll be okay.”
“Are you talking to your stomach?” Dax asked me, still laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
“Mmhm. She needs comforting,” I mumbled.
He snorted. “I fucking love you.”
There was a moment’s pause.
A long moment’s.
A really, really long moment’s.
Shit, this was not good.
“I—” he started.
“I’ve gotta pee,” I blurted, rolling off the bed and rushing toward the bathroom. I heard Dax’s quiet groan before I slammed the door shut behind me. My hair was a wild, tangled mess, my body naked and absolutely filthy, and…
Dax had just said he’d loved me.
I needed my phone—I needed to call Lizzy, or Char, or someone, to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do in this situation.
I looked around the bathroom, hoping I’d somehow managed to leave it right where I’d need it but no luck. It was probably on the nightstand, near where Dax’s had been.
Dax, who had just told me he loved me.
I was always the person who loved more.
With Lizzy and Evan, who had been such a vital part of my life for so damn long that I was still grieving their loss.