“This seems a little extreme, don’t you think?” Thora asked, sounding amused rather than irritated.
“Nope,” I replied, letting the P pop at the end. After making sure I’d spread my essence all over her, I surged to my feet and cradled her jaw in my hands, lifting her face so I was staring straight down at her. “Until you have a sexy little bump in your belly that makes it beyond clear you’re taken, I doubt I’ll be any less determined to make sure you wear my scent strong enough to deter even a human male.” I gave her a soft kiss, then a wry smile. “Maybe not even then.”
Thora’s eye went wide, and I worried for a moment that she would freak out at the realization that I’d been fucking her unprotected all this time. I hadn’t thought much about it at first, and when it did finally hit me, I ignored it in favor of attempting to get my mate pregnant.
However, the look in her eyes was one of hopeful joy. Then she laughed and gestured to her body. “Mission accomplished.”
I knew she was referring to the way I’d rubbed my scent all over her, but I latched onto the double meaning and growled, “Not quite.”
Grabbing her ass again, I boosted her up until she was at just the right height and impaled her on my pulsing cock. I was already on the verge of bursting once again, and when her hot, slippery pussy gripped me, I grasped onto the last shreds of my control with an iron grip.
“Fuck,” I grunted, resting my forehead against hers. “How does it get better every damn time?”
“I don’t know,” Thora breathed. “But you should stop questioning it and see just how good this can get.”
I chuckled, amazed as always that my mate could make me laugh, even while I was buried inside her. “You got it, pretty baby.”
With her back supported against the tile and my hands palming her ass cheeks, I was able to pull back almost all the way before driving in so deep I bumped against her cervix.
“Rome!” she cried out as her head dropped back and thumped against the wall.
Her pussy clenched, and I lost what little sanity I’d been clinging to. “Fuck,” I groaned. My hips began moving, pumping in and out fast and hard. “So damn tight. Love the way your pussy milks my cock.”
“More,” Thora cried out. “Oh, yes!”
I gave her what she wanted, putting all my energy into driving her to a mind-blowing climax. My spine tingled, and my balls drew up, warning me that I wouldn’t last much longer. “Come, pretty baby,” I growled as I pulled her cheeks apart and dipped just the tip of my fingers into her puckered hole.
Thora’s scream rang off the tile walls, but it was nearly drowned out by my own roar as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. I exploded inside her, filling her so full that it leaked out and rolled down her thighs.
That ought to do it, I thought smugly.
7
Thora
I cherished the time I spent with Rome in our little bubble, but I was also excited to get back into the kitchen at Timber Treasures. The only time we’d ventured out of my house was when he’d gone out to his car—which Aero had dropped off in my driveway after my birthday party—to grab his bag. Not that he really needed his clothes when we spent most of our time naked. Our days had been filled with endless bouts of sex as we christened every room in my house. More than once. I didn’t think there was a single flat surface he hadn’t spread me out on in the whole place.
I couldn’t remember the last time I took an entire week off work, except for when I made the move down here. And that hadn’t been a fun time. Packing all my possessions, loading the truck, and making the drive only to do everything in reverse again was harder work than being in the kitchen at the restaurant.
That week had been nothing like the past one. Other than cooking for us, Rome barely let me lift a finger. Since I was the one who prepared most of our meals, he insisted on cleaning up after me. And not just in the kitchen. If a load of laundry needed to be done, he handled it. Including folding the clothes and putting them away.
As I pulled my chef’s jacket and a pair of black work pants out of the closet, I noticed how organized my closet was. After putting them on, I padded into the bedroom and smiled at Rome, who was sprawled in the chair in the corner. “I am a lucky woman.”
“Oh, yeah?” He beamed a lazy grin at me. “How come?”