When He's An Alpha (The Olympus Pride #2) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,128
inside her built and built, winding her super tight. “I’m close,” she warned him.
“I know,” said Tate, feeling her pussy heat and tighten. His own release was creeping up on him fast, but he didn’t want to come until after she’d claimed him. “Bite me, baby.”
“You first.”
He pressed her hands harder into the mattress. “Do it or I slow down.”
Her nostrils flared. “You are such a goddamn—”
“Do it.” Tate groaned as her teeth sank deep into his throat. He swore, fucking her so hard and fast the headboard slammed against the wall over and over. She sucked and licked the bite before finally releasing him. “My turn,” said Tate. He bit her neck hard, tasting blood.
Her orgasm ricocheted up their bond and shot straight to his cock. Like that, his own release violently tore through him—the pleasure so intense it almost hurt. He exploded inside his mate with a snarl of her name.
Tate managed to catch his weight on his forearms, not wanting to crush her. His lungs burning for air, he carefully rolled them onto their sides and held her trembling body close. As he lay there trying to catch his breath, he marveled over the bond connecting them.
Although a couple might feel the tug of the true-mate bond, its development was usually a gradual thing. It often took certain emotional steps for said bond to fully snap into place. But his connection with Havana hummed between them—strong, vibrant, and true. Even their scents had mixed, declaring to the world that they were mated.
It sometimes happened that a bond instantly became whole. That was usually because the couple didn’t have any emotional hurdles to jump—their issues were already resolved—but a little something stood in the way of the bond. In his and Havana’s case, the bond had simply been waiting for her devil to stop fighting it.
She slid a hand up his chest. “I came so hard I felt it in my gums,” she more or less slurred.
Brimming with masculine satisfaction, Tate gently sank his hand into her hair. He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, feeling more at peace than he’d ever thought it possible to feel. He stared into those beautiful eyes, so fucking glad and proud she was his. He’d almost missed out on this. He’d almost failed to sense who she was to him because of his stupid fucking hang-ups. Thank Christ he’d gotten past that shit.
Tate understood now why his father didn’t wish he could mate again. There was no replacing someone who was written into your soul the way Havana was written into Tate’s. She lived in every part of him—his mind, his soul, his heart, everywhere.
She brushed her finger over the throbbing bite mark on this throat. He liked that she’d left her claiming brand in such a visible place. “Is your cat okay?” she asked. “He’s not freaking out or anything?”
Tate snorted. “He’s curled up in a ball of pure male smugness. What about your devil?”
“Oh, she’s totally content.”
“As are you—I can feel it.” He inhaled deeply. “I like that our scents have finally mixed.” He wanted their combined scent filling his—no, their—house. He glanced around the room. “How long will it take to pack your stuff?”
Her brow furrowed. “You want me to move into your house today?”
“Uh, yeah. I want it to be our home. I want your things to be mixed with mine. I want it to be clear to one and all that we’re now mated. Besides, you’re not a loner anymore. That means you can no longer live in this complex. I’m sorry—it’s against the rules.”
“You don’t sound sorry.”
Because he wasn’t. He rubbed his nose against hers. “Come on, baby, move in with me.”
She sighed. “If I do, you can’t whine if you find Aspen or Bailey hanging out in the living room uninvited. Which you will. Often.”
“They’ll have apartments of their own.”
“Yes, they will. It won’t make a blind bit of difference.”
“I’ll deal with it when and if the time comes. On another note, the pride is going to want to throw a ‘Welcome to the Pride/Congrats on Your Mating’ party.”
“Maybe we could mix it with our mating celebration instead of holding multiple parties.”
“Sure, if that’s what you want.”
“Where does the pride hold mating celebrations?”
“The Tavern. We often invite the Phoenix and Mercury Pack.”
Havana bit her lip. “Can we hold off on having the mating ceremony until after the Gideon bullshit is over?” She wasn’t surprised when his expression darkened. “I don’t want our minds