Fated

Chapter 42: I Am Yours and You Are Mine

Addie's POV:

"People are going to start arriving for dinner," I whimpered, clutching Xander's shoulders and letting out a small moan as his fingers slid out of me after giving me an orgasm that left my body feeling somehow even more needy for him.

"I don't give a fuck," Xander said, turning me around and pulling me back against him, moving my hair to the side as he brought his mouth down on my neck, teeth grazing against my skin. He nipped at my neck, scraping his teeth against me hard enough to leave a small mark as he pressed himself against me. "You really want me to stop, love?" He asked, grinding against me. "You want me to stop right now?"

"Oh shut the fuck up, you know I don't want you to stop," I panted, flattening my palms on the dresser.

He chuckled and slid himself inside of me, his other hand gripping my hip and holding me in place as he sank in. I dropped my head, letting out a strangled moan as he thrusted into me. I was supposed to be getting dressed, that's why I was at the dresser. Then he came into the room and focused on just the undressing part of that before he set me on the dresser and well, I apparently completely lacked self-control ever since I knew what it was like to be with him.

It took a couple days for him to heal from that wound on his shoulder. At least it was the opposite shoulder from his other injury. I was glad when he fully healed for more than once reason; one, it hurt to have him be in so much pain and two, I kind of loved the way he held me so tightly when we had sex. I had to be gentle while he healed but at this point, he was back to himself, taking control and holding me possessively as he sank into me.

It had been three weeks since the incident and everything was as cleared up with the Elders and everyone else as it could be. The Elders were still very much an issue. The more we worked with them on this case, the more it became obvious there was corruption there. Corruption that Xander wanted to address but now wasn't the time, not while we recovered from the attack. Although no one died, plenty were hurt and we needed time to heal. Thankfully, we had more allies than before. The rogues we worked with were on their way to getting to form an official pack and all that drama out of the way meant I had more uninterrupted time with Xander.

We'd spent most of that time without clothes.

"Adira," he groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me harder, faster. God, he was good at this.

I whimpered and dropped my head, pushing back against him to get him deeper with each motion. He growled lowly and held me tighter as he pulled out and thrusted back in even harder, grabbing my chin and turning my head towards him before planting his lips on mine in a kiss that I felt across every inch of my skin. I whimpered in our kiss, breaking it. "Xander," I panted.

"Mine," he growled, thrusting into me harder and sucking my lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it and eliciting another whimper. He pulled out and turned me around, picking me up and setting me on the dresser before sliding into me again, his hand wrapping around my lower back. "Mine," he repeated, sinking in me so hard I couldn't help the whimper.

"Yours," I agreed, dropping my head into the crook of his neck, placing a wet kiss there, threading my fingers into his hair. "Your turn," I gasped at a particularly hard thrust, wrapping my legs around him.

"Yours," he said, brushing his lips against mine. "Completely yours, my love."

My love. I wasn't going to get tired of hearing him say that.

It didn't matter I'd lost count of how many times I'd been with him, every time felt amazing. It was like he was made for me. Just for me. Like our bodies knew each other and harmonized together so perfectly it couldn't be real. Except it was. It was real and the amazing sex wasn't the only amazing thing about him.