Stuck with me forever!

***WARNING*** Sexy Times

Alpha Zayne held her butt and thrust upward while he brought Aubrianne down on him. Her breath hitched at each stab, and a sensual moan followed as she trembled with a need for her mate.

While Zayne simply refused to leave the comfort of her desirable warm walls entirely.

The pair had romped on that bed and somehow ended up on her carpet, then they ended up in the closet for the life of her. She does not know how in the world they ended up there.

They were consumed in each other and lost in their own world, wanting this moment to last forever in a flurry of kisses, touching, moans, grunts, hisses, screams, cries, growls, sucking, and nibbling.

Gazes of lust and desire, love and compassion, managing to stay joined the entire time.

Neither of them was willing to stop, but Zayne wished to ensure his mate ate.

It was now after two pm, and they had not eaten anything since last night, and for Zayne, it was since the evening before at the motel.

They were drained and tired. However, whenever Zayne touched Aubrianne, she wanted to start all over again, "Baby, you need to eat something."

Zayne protested as Aubrianne came grabbing at his hard length again. When he finally pulled out, he felt it was the hardest thing he'd had to do in years.

Goddess, he loved this woman. How could he? It was not possible. It made no sense to him.

But he loved everything she did. It drove him crazy and wild. Now he wanted to go again.

Meanwhile, Aubrianne gazed lovingly at her defiant mate, who needed food when he could fill her. Nevertheless, as she gazed upon her God-like mate greedily, Aubrianne was absolutely sure about one thing.

She was irrevocably and unconditionally in love with this man. Aubrianne knew this because she loved him without conditions. She did not care if he was from a community that was not considered respectable.

In her mind, she would help lift his name up if that was what it took. That is how she saw it. She saw his potential, and she knew his heart.

That is where her head was at. Any challenges he faced, she now met as far as Aubrianne was concerned.

Besides, what she learned was far from what her dad said. Maybe that was when Zayne's dad was in charge, but now things were different. Her dad needed to chill.

And suddenly Aubrianne knew what she had to do, plus what was having all this ability if not to help her loved ones?

And the love she had for him and the lengths she was already willing to go to for this man, somewhere in the back of her mind, told her this was impossible.

How could she love someone this way in such a short space of time?

And the more she learned about him, the farther and faster she fell.

Nevertheless, Goddess, Zayne could sink into the warmth of the sweetest depths once more, especially when she looked at him like that.

Like he was her everything, but no. Someone had to be the adult. They needed sustenance and a bath.

As far as Zayne was concerned, she could skip the bath and stay just as she was all day, wearing HIS scent. It was pungent on her.

But realistically, they needed to shower. Zayne did not like it, but he knew.

"Come," Zayne scooped her up and took her to the bath he'd prepared for them. He was surprised at himself; here he was, drawing a bath for his mate; the need to care for her was intense.

Zayne got into the vast bathtub, filled with soapy water and a pleasant, soothing warm temperature. He sat and positioned her on top of him, her back to his chest, his back to the bathtub.

Aubrianne relaxed into him naturally, resting her head on his shoulder as she exhaled in contentment, and Zayne got to work cleaning his mate.

He grabbed the loofah, soaked it in the bubbly water, and gently cleaned her neck, shoulders, behind her ear, ear, and back.

Thankfully, her hair was rolled up in a messy bun, making it easy for him to clean her neck. He then moved to her front and stroked her boobs and stomach area; he did her hands, sides, and under her arms.

While Aubrianne's face turned red at this act, having someone bathe her like this was a first for her. The last person who cleaned and scrubbed her like this was her mother at five.

Now her mate was there and doing this, she felt a tinge of embarrassment at the act. However, Leia thought it was so intimate she basked in her mate, giving them a bath.

Zayne was totally focused on the task at hand. His eyebrows pinched as he observed his work, ensuring he did not miss a spot.

He then positioned himself, gliding to her front, as her back rested directly on the bathtub so that he could easily scrub her legs down to her toes.

He washed out the loofah, soaked it again, and gently stroked between Aubrianne's legs. He pushed her feet open and gently pushed her knees toward her as he got in there.

However, in his works and gentle strokes, his finger would sometimes touch her flesh, and at the sensations, Aubrianne opened her legs wider and leaned her head back on the tub, sliding her core toward Zayne.

While in between said strokes, Zayne started to tremble with need. He had been forcing himself to hold back. Goddess, he wanted to ravish her more and more as the seconds ticked by.

All he wanted to do was lift her a$$ out of the water, hold her like a platter as he latched onto her bud, and serve himself some more of her delectable juices.

Zayne was also surprised by his need and desire to please her this way, to be so addicted to her juices.

And one thing about Zayne, he'd always thought this act was for his mate and his mate only. He'd never done this once with any of his one-night stands.

And during those times, he was not even tempted, but it was the same with Aragorn. Also, just as Aragorn refused to let a female touch his fur other than his mate, he had refused to go down on another that was not his mate.

He only wanted HER cries and screams from his tongue lashings.

Nevertheless, at her mate's vibrations, Aubrianne's eyes fluttered open, and what she saw was a 'raw need.' She reached for him automatically, but he pulled away, catching her hands. "Baby, you need to eat."

Zayne did not even recognize his voice. It was strained and forced, but he would put aside his desires for now. Aurbrianne pouted and was about to protest when a knock sounded on the door.

Her eyebrows pinched; who the hell was knocking? Everyone clearly saw her come in there with her mate; suddenly, anger was brimming at the surface, and Zayne watched her amused, "Babe, calm down."

She pouted, "They are interrupting our time."

Zayne leaned in so close to her face that his eyes slid to her lips but he quickly moved back to her eyes, "I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me forever."

His tone was absolute, his blue eyes searing his words into her soul. Aubrianne moved so quickly that she caught him off guard; out of nowhere, her hands darted out, and she grabbed him and planted her lips on him.

They shared a kiss, but it was soft, slow, and sweet, simply conveying how she felt. Zayne smiled into the kiss, the fact that she made sure to grab onto him this time so he would not pull away.

But he still broke it after a minute, because someone was at the door.

Zayne scooped her out of the water and shouted coming. He knew who it was.

Then he took her in the shower and rinsed off the soapy water. Then Aubrianne entered her room, grabbed a thick bathrobe, and threw it on while Zayne took a cold shower.

Aubrianne swung the door open, ready to snap at who it was. However, the words stuck in her throat when she saw Rafael standing there with a breakfast spread.

"Luna," he nodded in respect, "This is for you and Alpha Zayne."

"Oh," was all she could say instead, and she smiled almost awkwardly. "Thank you so much, Rafael."