Page 64 of My Boyfriend Marks Trees

The sweetest sound.

He buried his face into her honeyed heaven, licking and tasting, teasing and pleasing. Every time she mewled andsquirmed, his cock swelled. What he wouldn’t give to feel her come on his tongue.

But tonight was for claiming. For making her his mate not just in words but in actions. They’d had sex before, but it was different. They’d both had secrets. Both held back.

Not anymore.

He slid up the length of her body, dropping kisses along the way. When he held himself poised over her, her eyes opened, barely, the lids heavy with desire. Her swollen lips parted to whisper, “I love you, Ares.”

“Oh, Charly. I love you so fucking much.” He kissed her as the head of his cock penetrated. Her sex provided a warm and wet haven for him to bury himself. He went slow, but deep, seating himself fully inside and grinding. She gasped as he swirled his hips, applying pressure with his cock against her sweet spot, their bodies a perfect fit.

Her sex clenched tight around his shaft, but he could still thrust. He pumped into her, but not too fast; he wanted her to come before he did. Wanted to see her face as she climaxed.

That was the plan, but between her flesh squeezing him, her soft sounds of pleasure, and his own need, he got close to the brink. Held on, though, until she convulsed, her pussy undulating and giving him the signal to come.

And he came.

Without a condom.

Shit. He’d never forgotten one before.

She must have caught sight of his face because she whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to put on a rubber.”

Her lips curved. “It will be fine. I always wanted a few kids.”

“I never thought I did until you,” he admitted.

“And now?”

“Now I want the whole domestic shebang.”

She laughed. “Gonna keep me barefoot and pregnant?”

“Only if that’s what you want. I just want to wake up every morning to your smile.”

“I think that can be arranged so long as you promise to snuggle me every night.”

“That might be a possibility,” he teased, even as he dragged her close so he could spoon his mate.

He had to give it to his wolf. Mate had a nice ring to it.

Told you so.

What his wolf couldn’t have told him was how much he’d enjoy Charly’s company. They talked, they made love, they snuggled, and eventually slept.

Morning arrived way too soon with a child bouncing on the bed. “Mama, Ares! It’s Christmas!”

Indeed, it was, and he already had the best present tucked by his side.

Charly opened one eye to peek at her daughter. “Is the sun even up?”

“Yup.” Greta flipped off the bed and ran to open the curtain, blinding them with light.

“Did you brush your teeth and pee?” she asked next.

Greta rolled her eyes. “Yes. Can we go downstairs?”