Marking his mate - A Silver Shifter Series 2

Chapter 16 - Hunter

I carried her into the house and to the shower. I bathed her, washed her down with soap, washed her hair and massaged her back kissing every inch of her as I went. I dried her body and hair, and then rubbed lotion into her skin. Making sure she felt beautiful, peaceful, and cherished. Laying her on the bed, I kissed and massaged her body paying attention to her legs, back and shoulder. She tried to stop me multiple times but eventually realised that I wasn't going to stop. This is how I should have been treating her. This was how I was going to treat her for the rest of my life. She moaned softly as I rubbed my way up her body and down her back. I loved how soft her skin was, how she moved with my hands, and how she fitted so perfectly in my arms.

I kissed every inch of her stomach, knowing that my cub was growing. Laying my head on her I knew she wasn't very far along, but I couldn't help but wanted to hear them move. I gripped the sheet thinking that I might have never known about this child because of my actions. Because I didn't tell her about Samara, I wasn't there to protect her or my unborn children. It was all clear now, I understood why she had pushed away. Pregnancy did funny things to mate. She had changed into my bear thinking that she didn't need him. I would never let her go again.

I held her all night, tightly so she felt safe. We spent the night talking as she told me everything. From each attack to how she had pushed everyone away. Even though she was trying to protect them, she really believed that everyone was better off without her. I couldn't understand her fear when she thought she was going to turn into her mother. How could she ever think she would be like that woman? Then again, I didn't have her childhood. My father was dependable, empathetic, and protective. I had a good role model as a father.

I knew she slept heavily as she didn't move all night. Just like the other nights we were together. She would never move from me, holding onto me until the morning. When she did stir, she rubbed her body against me, her face against my chest like the first time. I loved watching her as she looked up at me. I moved her onto her back as I kissed my way down to her belly. She was a little round now, so slightly it was hard to tell. But I loved knowing that she was carrying my cub.

"Good morning baby," I said kissing up her belly to her full breasts. Capturing her nipple in my mouth I sucked and licked it as she moaned, running her hands through my hand. Her breasts were perfection, full and round with her flat nipples. I loved them more every day.

"Good morning," she said, spreading her legs for me as I went and enjoyed my breakfast. I couldn't believe I spent so long away from her. Her taste made me crave her more, as my bear finally settled in for the meal. She whimpered, panted, and moaned as I explored her body with my tongue. She held her legs open as I passionately kissed her centre, tasting her ecstasy and orgasm. I only stopped when she begged me, pushed me away, and cried for it to end. I could have continued forever; her taste was pure perfection.

"You are hungry," I asked, as she panted and quivered. She nodded, trying to sit up "Stay there, I will make you something," I said. But she grabbed me pulling me back towards her.

"I want you inside me first," she asked moving her hand down to my shaft. I was never going to say no to her. Spreading her thigh, I slide my shaft through her wetness. She was soft and ready for me, I watched her as I rubbed her numb with my length, bringing her to climax just as I slid inside her. She was still so tight, gripping me hard as she tipped over the edge multiple times. I watched as she moaned, grasped, and screamed through each one. She begged me to never stop, and I never wanted to, even after I had filled her with my love. I held her, as she warmed me.

We woke up and went to bed like that for the rest of the week. Filling her each morning and night, holding her as she slept and tasting her every morning. It was impossible for me not to touch her in the first week. I felt like I had to hold her all the time, to make sure that she was there. I felt lost when she wasn't with me and empty when I wasn't touching her. I found it hard to be in the house without her when she was at work. I felt hard not to be inside her when she was with me. It was effortless for us to fall into the routine of me dropping her at work and picking her up after. This time I drove her back to the farm, back to our house. I would carry her inside and wash off the day, making sure she was satisfied and had something to eat before snuggling with her on the couch. Even though I sometimes thought I was forcing myself on her, she was asked for it. Sometimes beg me for it because I thought she had had enough. On the weekend she had asked me to take her back to her old home. I wanted to keep her in bed, but I knew that she had to see her sisters. Grace had spent much of the week with Sia. I was supposed to wait for Elisa to come back. I had to stand back as I watched her apologise to Grace. It was a teary event and I had to pull myself away from it. I hated seeing her upset and I wanted to go to her, but I knew that she had to be with her sister.