I pull her up and hold her against me. Looking into her eyes, I promise her, “There’s no one else but me and you. You’re the one I want. Fuck, you’re the one my bear wants. No one else.”
Her eyes widen and her face tinges a pretty pink. She finally nods her head. “I’m yours.”
A smile fills my face and my chest bows out knowing that I was just given the most amazing gift in the world. She is mine. I pull her to me and finally give her what we both need. I slide into her in one thrust. Her channel tightens around me and my balls draw up.
A shiver goes through my body and I lean my head against hers.
“You okay?” she asks me.
I lift my head to look at her and when our eyes meet, this thing I’m feeling multiplies. Holding her gaze, I tell her, “Yes, you just feel so good… perfect.”
I pull her off the table and walk with her against the wall. I lean her back and thrust my hips into her.
The sex last night was good, but this has me breathless. It’s so much more intense. Her gaze never wavers. She watches me and I can see the second her mind decides to claim me. Her pussy is hot, sucking me in and out. The powerful look between us intensifies it and we both start to orgasm together. My thrusts are erratic, our moans fill the room, but we still look at each other. Even with her face scrunched up in the throes of ecstasy I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I lean against the wall, still inside her. I can feel the connection to her. She’s my mate. I know it and I know she knows it too. She may not fully understand it or what it is that’s happening between us. I’ll give her time and we’ll talk about the bond after she’s more comfortable with it. But at least she said it… she’s mine. Nothing will ever come between us now.
Chapter 12
Bree
The crew is treating me like family now. Even Lola is being nice and seems to have lost her attitude. We’re sitting around hanging out with a few of Ronan’s crew. Every time I look over at the pool table, I know my face turns three shades of red. Just remembering the way Ronan held me, looked at me, well, it was powerful, but also a little overwhelming. I know what he said and in that moment I can’t doubt it, but now, after the fact, now I’m not so sure. It’s awfully fast to be claiming me.
But looking at him now, he seems so much more relaxed. Instead of the tense, straightfaced man I met yesterday, he’s actually hanging out and smiling. The transformation on his face is something else.
He hasn’t let me leave his side. His hand has held mine or been touching me since he told his crew it was safe to come back in. They all looked at me, but not with any disrespect. The looks almost seem curious. I guess I get it though. I’m still curious to know how I claimed the hottest guy at the New Law MC.
“So we going after the Eaters?” the one they’ve been calling Petey asks Ronan.
At the mere mention of the name, you can see everyone in the room tense up. You can see on the men’s faces around the room how much they want to get revenge on the Eaters. It seems to me that this is a long time coming.
Ronan rolls his shoulders, and instinctively, I get up and move behind his chair, putting my hands on his shoulders and working out the tight muscles. I haven’t told him what I do for a living yet. It hasn’t come up. I don’t know what he’ll think about me being a masseuse. I have a feeling that once he finds out he’s going to try and impose the “female clientele only” rule. I snicker just thinking about it.
His muscles start to give under my kneading, and he responds, “We will. We’re working on a plan.”
“It doesn’t look like you’re working at all,” a loud voice booms from the doorway.
All eyes go to the big, white-haired man standing in the doorway. The room, which was filled with laughter only a minute ago, is now so quiet you can hear a pin drop.
Ronan’s dad looks at me and then slides his eyes back to Ronan. “Is this how it’s going to be now? You got pussy and…”
Ronan jumps up and points at his dad. “Don’t finish that sentence, Deator. I won’t let you disrespect her.”
Deator laughs a menacing laugh.
Ronan steps toward his dad. I want to stop him, I want to tell him it’s okay, but I don’t. I feel that there’s more going on than what I know about.