She cried out his name again, arching her back as her climax overtook her. He continued licking and sucking as she rode the wave until she pitched forward and gripped his shoulders.
“I need you inside me. Please.”
“I will give you everything you need.” He covered her body with his and plunged inside her with one swift thrust.
She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, taking him in deeper, squeezing him. He pulled out slowly and slid back in, reveling in the sounds she made as he moved. The entire world and all the realms ceased to exist in that moment. He and she were all that remained, she all he would ever need.
He continued thrusting, listening, watching, angling his hips according to her responses until she climaxed again. He started to rise onto his hands, but she clutched his shoulders, holding him close as she orgasmed.
“Come for me, Pete,” she whispered against his ear, and that was all it took.
He slammed into her grinding against her center as his own release overtook him. Stars danced in his vision, and, when he squeezed his eyes shut, they grew brighter. He panted, her breaths matching his until they slowed to a normal rhythm.
As she loosened her grip on his shoulders, he held her tighter, unable to let her go. She relaxed beneath him, gliding her fingers over his sweat-slickened back and turning her head to kiss his cheek.
“Mine,” he said aloud this time. He didn’t mean to, but his rabbit was so adamant, the word just slipped out.
“What?” Destiny wiggled beneath him, so he rolled off and pushed to sitting.
“That, ah…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. That was my rabbit talking. He really,reallylikes you. He wants you to be mine…my mate.”
His stomach looped, and he clamped his mouth shut. What the ever-loving fluff was he thinking? So much for easing her into the idea.
“And you?” She sat up, touching his shoulder as she scooted closer. “How does the man feel?”
He took a deep breath, chewing the inside of his cheek. He was all in. There was no denying it, so he might as well tell her. “Everything about you feels right. I want you to be mine too.” He held his breath as he awaited her response.
She nipped her bottom lip between her teeth and searched his eyes, swallowing hard before she spoke. “As crazy as it sounds, I’m good with that. Logic tells me it simply can’t be, but I know in my heart…in my soul…that we are meant to be together forever, whether our forever lasts two more weeks or an eternity.”
He cupped her cheek, gliding his thumb over her soft lips. “You have no idea how happy you just made me.”
She glanced at his dick, still standing at attention. “Maybe you should show me.”
“Maybe I should.” He laid her back on the bed.
She grinned. “So you can keep going.”
“And going.” He brushed his lips over hers and was about to show her just how long he could go when a thunderous crash sounded from below.
Destiny gasped and pressed a hand to her chest. “That came from my bakery.”
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Destiny scrambledto put on her clothes, not bothering with shoes before she and Pete darted downstairs to the sounds of metal clanking and crashing and glass shattering. She reached for the door separating the bakery from her home, but Pete caught her wrist.
“Wait,” he whispered. “They might be armed.”
“So? I can’t let them destroy my bakery.” She tried to tug from his grasp, but he turned her hand over and ran his fingertips over her palm.
“I don’t know if my magical salve can fix a bullet wound. We have to be smart.” He let her go, and she clutched her hand, brushing her thumb over the spot that used to be blistered and burned.
He scooted past her and cracked open the door, flattening himself against the wall as he peered into the kitchen. His brow scrunched, and he leaned forward, pushing the door slightly more ajar.
“What do you see?” She clutched his arm, using all her will to keep herself from busting through and throwing herself in harm’s way. If a hot pan could burn her as badly as it had, she didn’t want to think about getting her butt kicked. “It’s a demon, isn’t it? I bet it’s Richard. He’s the most gluttonous famine demon I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not sure.” Pressing a finger to his lips, he pushed the door all the way open, and of course it creaked on its hinges, alerting the intruder just like in the movies.
The culprit let out a startled squawk-squeal, and Destiny heard the distinct sound of feathers rustling before a metal shelving unit, filled with dozens of empty cake pans and baking sheets, crashed to the floor.
