Fighting for her Mate

10

His hand curled around her belly, sliding between her legs to play with her c**t. She mewled, wiggling back into his harsh drives. More. More. More. She was so f*****g close.

All it took was a few flicks of his finger on her aching pleasure center in combination with his deep plunges and she was gone. The orgasm tore through her like a category five hurricane. It left her breathless, shaking and ready to fall apart. Only with Caleb could she open up enough to lose herself in how he made her feel.

She was still riding the wave when he pressed tightly into her, his c**k pulsing inside. He came with a loud howl. Loud enough everyone in the house probably heard, but at that moment, she couldn’t have cared less.

He sat on the grass with her on his lap. It allowed them a brief bonding moment without being with the others. He held her close to him, tilting her face to meet her gaze.

“No matter what happens, know this: I love you. I always have. I always will. I’d die for you.”

She inhaled hard and let her words out slowly. “It is because I love you as much as I do that I would never let you give up your life for me. I’d rather stand by your side and die together. You’re mine, Caleb. And I’m not losing you. Not now. Not ever.”

Ellie entered the kitchen with Caleb in tow. Her mother was putting rolls into a basket with a red and white checkered towel covering it. Her mother looked at her and Caleb’s joined hands and smiled. “Good, you’re just in time. Wash your hands and come sit.”

Ellie’s face flushed red on her way to the sink. While he’d diverted her attention outside with s*x, her mind was set. She was helping him whether he wanted her to or not.

Caleb chuckled and squeezed her hand. “What are you blushing for?”

She turned on him with a “duh” look on her face. “Mom didn’t need to look at our hands to know we’re still together. All she had to do was breathe.” He could only smile. She rolled her eyes. Men. “I’m taking a quick shower. Be right ba—”

“No.” Caleb squeezed her hand tighter. “I want my scent on you.” Her belly fluttered. He held her captive with his dominating gaze. “Besides, it’s just your family.”

“Exactly,” Ellie huffed, “it’s my family. I’d rather be in front of strangers than listen to my brothers’ smart-ass remarks I know will be said.” Despite her words, she loved having his scent on her. Heck, if it were up to her, she’d have him mark her all over. He was hers and she was more than happy for others to know. Others she wasn’t related to.

“Nah, they wouldn’t say anything,” he growled softly, the sound shooting arousal to her p***y. Not good. Not only was she turned on again, but they’d all know she and Caleb were doing a lot more than talking on their walk.

Caleb gave her that grin that turned her knees to melted butter. It wasn’t going to work. She propped a hand on her hip. “Hello? Have you met my brothers? Obviously not, if you think that.”

He kissed her hard and fast and for a second she forgot what they were arguing about. Then he tugged her toward the dining room. “Stop being so worried. I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”

They sat and everyone bowed their heads for grace. When the words let’s dig in were said, hands went flying for dishes filled with mashed potatoes, candied carrots, fried chicken, and hot buttery rolls.

Ellie kept her eyes to her plate, but she noticed the glances and felt the mounting tension as she tried to ignore her shyness. What was she worried about? s*x was a natural part of life. She was married to the man! It was normal to have s*x with your husband, dammit! It’s not like her brothers never smelled of it. Since the mating ritual, that’s about the only cologne they wore, Eau de s*x.

Mason looked down at his plate full of steaming food and took a deep breath, blowing it out with a long ahhhhh. “Smells interesting, Ellie. I mean, Mom.” The table erupted with male laughter.

She knew it! She launched a piece of her roll at Mason. “Shut it, Mase.” She tore off another piece of bread to throw at Caleb for laughing along with them. She was ready to tell him she told him so, but when she chucked the butter-covered goodness at him, he looked up and caught it in his mouth, ruining her comeback while the males applauded and cheered. And somehow all he had to do was give her a single look that told her he loved her and she turned into a teenager all over again.

Her mother smacked her dad in the arm and he covered his laugh with his napkin and cleared his throat. “Mason, apologize to your sister. You know not to tease her.”

Mason dropped his fork in his pile of mashed potatoes. “But, Dad—”

Her dad gave Mason the look. “Don’t but Dad me.”

“Ellie knows we’re laughing with great respect for her.” He glanced down the table at her unbelieving face. “Why should I apologize?”

Their father put his napkin on his lap. “Because I want the same thing your sister got when I go upstairs with your mother later.” The room flooded with “ewww, Dad,” “TMI, Dad,” “I can’t handle that image, Dad,” “I think I might be sick, Dad.”

Ellie couldn’t believe he said that, but had a hard time not laughing along with the other women. Her parents were priceless.