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𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲
I woke up to lips on my skin, trailing down my neck, stubble scraping against my skin making it pebble. I sighed softly at the ripple of pleasure brought on by the hands skating up my sides. The mate bond thrummed in my chest and I smiled as I blinked my blurry eyes open, meeting a familiar pair of whiskey brown eyes.
Paul's lips were on mine before I could so much as utter a 'good-morning' to the man who'd taken up most of my time over the last few weeks.
We spent every free moment we had with one another, the days blurring together in a haze of lust and love. Most of our time was spent in bed, like now, not that I minded it much. Apparently this was fairly normal for new mates who'd completed the bond. Or at least, that's what Emily told me when we talked about it.
She assured me that her and Sam were the same way and that it'd wear off in a few weeks. But that didn't seem likely. I couldn't get enough of him, our relationship was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was deep and consuming and nothing like what I'd had with Emmett. I couldn't help but wonder if that's because I was able to feel the full intensity of Paul and I's bond whereas, as a human, I was unable to feel the full intensity of mine and Emmett's.
The only downside to the bond being completed, was that I was now more acutely aware of the empty piece of my soul, the place where my bond with Emmett was supposed to reside. It was like a gaping hole in my chest. I suppose the intensity of that feeling was making up for the fact that the physical wound was long gone.
My skin had healed perfectly after Paul and I completed the bond. Now, the only mark on my skin was a white scar on my neck from where Paul had marked me as his. I let out a soft moan as he kissed over the scar, the bond pulsing between us in response. It was a live and breathing thing, the connection between us.
"Are you sure you can't get out of patrol this morning?" I asked, slightly breathlessly as Paul kissed his way down my stomach, his teeth nipping at the flesh on my hip bone as he slid down the bed.
I wanted to spend all day like this. In bed with him where nothing else mattered but us. "I can't, Sam needs me on patrol since Embry shifted and needs his full attention." Paul's morning voice was rough and deep and oh so sexy.
Though, even as he said he'd have to leave, his hands spread my thighs apart, his eyes dropping down to my bare center. "We still have an hour though, right?" I asked after checking the clock on the nightstand.
Paul's eyes lifted, meeting mine as he gave me a wolfish smile, "Yes, and I intend to make the most of it." My breath caught as he dove down, feasting on me like a man starved.
Paul's tongue slipped through my folds, circling over my clit expertly. My hands threaded through his hair as my back bowed off the bed. "Oh... fuck..." I moaned breathlessly, tugging on his cropped hair.
