The Lost Mate

Lillian Mature

Before we got back to Max’s trailer, he picked me up and broke into a sprint. “Max, my legs work fine!” Other than lingering weariness from everything I had gone through, my wolf was healing me nicely, especially now that I wasn’t intentionally drugging her every day.

“But then I wouldn’t be touching so much of you.”

I stopped arguing because he had a point, and it was such a good point it heated my blood, and other important areas of my body. I couldn’t think of a single reason to insist he stop touching me.

We were barely through the door of our bedroom when his mouth began devouring my own, and his hands were running over everything he could reach. I didn’t let him have all the fun, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side so it was out of my way while I ran my hands over his firm abdomen. He was leaner than when I had last seen him, but no less muscular, probably accounting for the fact the man had never stopped working or searching for a moment while we were parted. I regretted the necessity, but I appreciated the look.

I wanted more of my skin pressed against his skin. My wolf was howling for it, as I played with the buckle of his pants. My clothing disappeared, and I couldn’t even figure out how it happened. Must be the magic of the mate bond.

“I missed you,” he said between kisses and nips over my mark, “so much.” Shivers of pleasure ran over my skin, concentrating in my breasts and between my legs as he manoeuvred me to our bed. While we had travelled, he had told me of the big plans he had for where we would live in the future, either the pack house or a separate house, but in this minute, this room and that bed were absolutely perfect for what I needed.

“I missed you, too. Every day,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his length, exactly like I remembered it. He inhaled sharply. I’d missed the heat of his body, his weight bearing down on me, his hardness between my thighs.

He grabbed my hands and held them in one of his above my head, although his grip was light enough I could have gotten them out easily if I tried. “You’ve got to stop touching me if you want me to last more than a minute. It’s been so long,” he said, his voice pleasantly deep.

“I don’t care,” I told him, wiggling against him so he groaned. I wanted my mate. Now. I’d been forced to wait too long.

He gave me what I wanted, positioning himself where I was already soaking for him.

“You’re sure, Lillian?” he asked.

“Don’t I feel sure?” I hadn’t been shielding my feelings at all from him through our connection.

“You do.” He pressed home.

I moaned his name in a broken whisper, and he paused for a long moment, both of us just taking in the reality that we finally truly were back together. He filled me so completely, and it felt so right, that tears stung the corners of my eyes. He kissed the moisture away as he started moving again, and our mouths came together and moved in rhythm with our bodies as I strained against the pressure.

When my body contracted around him, his satisfaction was obvious in his smirk. Max was not an arrogant man, but he’d always been proud to please me, and I wanted to do the same for him in return, because I loved him.

He pounded harder, each movement still deliberately hitting my most sensitive parts as he got closer, and that familiar ache resumed and grew with it. I whimpered at his final push, releasing into me. I didn’t care if I got pregnant again. I hoped I got pregnant, since Max had missed everything the last time, and I had missed the joy of it. I wanted those things for us both.

I wrapped my legs tightly around Max’s lower back so he couldn’t pull away right away. I recalled how he always worried that he would crush me as if I were more delicate than I actually was. His kiss was long and leisurely against my mouth, and the two of us stayed in silence only broken by the sounds of our steadying breathing.