Pacific Northwest Werebears(108)

Kenzi wanted so much to believe him. She needed to believe him. Her faith in the fates was strong, but you could only get knocked down so many times. She thought this while chewing her lip. She wasn’t ready to give him an answer. She needed more time to think, or to write a pro/con list. Or find one of those damn magic eight balls.

But she didn’t get that extra time, because Conner being Conner, said, “I’ll never be able to forget you though, especially in the shower.”

That was odd. Kenzi raised an eyebrow at him. “Was that supposed to be funny,” she asked annoyed and starting to get a little pissed. This was serious goddamnit! People’s lives and happiness were being discussed.

“No, I meant…” he started to unbutton his dress shirt. When he got to the last button he parted the shirt and slid it off his shoulders.

Mackenzie’s eyes dropped to his sculpted chest. But she wasn’t seeing his muscles. Over his left pec was a heart with what looked like ragged claw marks through the center. Above the heart it said Property of and below it Mackenzie in black scrollwork font.

She stared at it for a moment. He’d branded himself with her name. He was not only willing to wear her mark, but he wanted everyone, shifter and human alike, to know who his heart belonged to.

It was enough.

Mackenzie ran towards him and he wrapped his arms around her waist resting his head against her stomach. Kenzi leaned over, her arms circling her neck. He held her so tight, she couldn’t sink to the grass in front of him like she planned.

They held each other for a long moment. Kenzi ran her fingers through his hair feeling his hands roaming what he could reach on her. Then they stopped. Gripping her hips Conner pushed her back from him about a foot. Not letting her go and not looking at her face. He was looking straight ahead. Straight at her stomach.

Mackenzie realized they had a little more to talk about. “Um, yeah, well see…”

“You’re pregnant?” She heard him whisper.

She nodded down at him, not sure what to say. She watched his eyes fill with tears. “You’re pregnant and I almost missed this. I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he said, placing a kiss on her stomach.

“I love you, Conner,” she answered back.

“I’m the luckiest fucking bastard alive,” he said with such conviction, Kenzi burst out laughing. It felt good. She’d cried so much, maybe she’d cried enough for her lifetime.

* * * * *

The flight to Vegas on the private jet was just long enough for Conner and Mackenzie to seal their bond.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” Mackenzie called out as she rocked her hips up to meet Conner’s. Their eyes were locked as he thrust deep into her. “Wait for me,” he growled. Picking up his pace, his mate was fucking perfect. The mile high club was going to be his most favorite place in the future. He was going to plan lots of trips to re-live this experience.

He ran his thumb over her clit and pressed down as he felt the tingle run down his spine, “Now, Kenzi,” he growled and Mackenzie closed her eyes against the tidal wave of pleasure. Her mouth sealed around his shoulder the same time his did on hers and she felt the first hot spurt of cum fill and coat her inside. Conner’s teeth sank deep into her shoulder, drawing her blood as she bit into him at the same time. Their blood mingled and their orgasm synced into an avalanche of sensations. They were one, or actually three. But their bond was complete.

Conner rocked into her, pushing his seed deeper, like he could get her pregnant again. His pleasure was being replaced with an awareness that was unreal. Their souls were so intertwined he swore he could sense his child.

He was looking at her with such a shocked expression, she asked worried, “Are you okay?”

“I can feel it, him. I swear, it’s like I can feel you and the baby. I don’t know how to explain it,” he said, shaking his head.

“We might just be the first shifters to get pregnant before they completed their bond. Maybe this is an added bonus for all we’ve been through. We get to share the experience of this new life,” she said, running her hand between them to splay over her stomach.

Conner leaned back, keeping them connected and placed his hand over hers.

“Will you marry me?”

Laughing, she answered, “I thought that’s why we were on a plane to Vegas. But not by Elvis,” she reminded him.

“True, but you never said yes, technically,” he reminded her. “No Elvis.”

He watched as she scrunched her brows and pursed her lips like she was thinking through something difficult. Then she laughed at the worried look on his face.

“Yes, Conner Leslie Rochon, I will marry you,” she said wickedly.