George admired the sight of Dawn's breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her blue lacy bra hugged her curves perfectly and the color matched her eyes. It was like it was made for her.
He licked his lips while imagining what her nipples look like, and how they will feel on his tongue. Would it taste like cinnamon? He knew that he could remove that bra easily and confirm, but part of him enjoyed the guessing game.
Dawn's nipples were just like Dawn herself; a mystery, something he was yet to uncover, but he knew it was his.
George pinched Dawn's chin with this thumb and index finger and lifted her head and he took his time memorizing her features. Light blue eyes with a hint of gray… small nose… pinkish lips… and adorable freckles that created an intricate pattern on her nose and cheeks that were now rosy because she was flustered.
George's wolf was stirring impatiently, urging him to get closer to mate, and George was happy to confirm that every spark of their bond prickling his fingers was gradually mending his cracked soul, and embedding pieces of Dawn as part of George's new normal.
It was faint at first, but now George was confident that thanks to Dawn's presence, his wolf was getting stronger by the second, and so was George. Will they return to the state they were before Marcy's rejection? George was not sure, but this phenomenon confirmed that Dawn was much more than his light. She was his lifeline, his everything.
While George studied Dawn's features, her eyes moved lower to look at the tattoo that was on the left side of his chest.
The design was elegant with a fully open lily flower in the middle and branches spreading on the sides with buds on it. Two swallows with forked tails were facing the lily, and there was a patch close to George's armpit that looked like clouds. It was delicate and curvy, and Dawn thought how it wouldn't fit a fierce warrior. And below it were two letters, E and C.
George was watching her, and he could see her brows coming together in a frown.
"What is it?", he asked. Did she not approve of his tattoo? Or was something else going on in her pretty head?
"Those letters…", Dawn said in a small voice. "Are they… for a… woman?"
George glanced down and responded flatly, "One of them is."
Dawn pressed her lips into a line. She didn't like the idea of a memory of some woman being etched onto his body.
George's expression didn't change when he said, "Eliana and Conor. My parents." He did it to serve as a silent reminder of what he was doing. Revenge.
Dawn's eyes widened for a moment, and she cursed herself silently. Was she jealous of his mother?
George leaned on her left and his breath splashed on her ear as he murmured, "I love that you are possessive of me. It tells me you don't want to share me. I feel the same about you."
Dawn moved to see George's face and she examined him while wondering if that was true or if he was just saying it to make her feel better.
"You do?", she asked. The thought of such an exquisite specimen thinking of her as his, and not willing to share, was fantastic.
George took Dawn's right hand and placed it on his chest. Her palm prickled with sparks of their bond, but even with that, she could feel his strong heartbeat.
"I lost hope that I will see the light, but then you came. I have no intention of letting go, Dawn. As long as you don't abandon what we have, I will go through any storm for you."
A million butterflies exploded in her stomach, making her all giddy and she feared that she might throw up.
His words were extremely stimulating, and it was all enhanced by the fact that she was just in her underwear, standing a fraction away from her smoking-hot half-naked mate.
Dawn's hands moved around George's neck, and she got on her toes, boldly going to claim lips that were begging to be kissed, and George was happy to respond ardently because he also craved for deeper intimacy with his newly found mate.
Dawn closed her eyes when their lips connected, and she laced her fingers in his hair that curled a bit.
His stubble prickled her skin, a stark contrast to his velvety lips that devoured her hungrily, and she wouldn't want it any other way.
George's arms wrapped around Dawn, and he pulled her into a firm embrace, closing the tiniest gaps between their bodies.
Dawn gasped upon contact as addictive sparks danced everywhere they touched, and she loved it. Was it too soon to say that she loved him?
Dawn was lost in the emotions that overloaded her system, and she didn't realize that he was pushing her to move backward until her back hit the door.
She felt the loss of him on her lips when he started trailing kisses along her jaw, and she gripped his back while his tongue created magic circles on her neck.
She bit her lips in anticipation. Will he mark her now?
But he didn't.
His lips traced the edge of her bra, teasing her breasts and she couldn't wait for them to move faster so she reached to the back to undo the buckles and remove that pesky fabric.
"Don't…", he said. "Not yet."
Slightly disappointed, Dawn nodded obediently and waited to see what he will do next.
His hands moved on her sides, trailing the curve of her waist, and then he hooked his fingers at the edge of her panties and paused. He looked at Dawn, silently asking if this was OK, and her smile told him that he can continue.
Dawn had no idea why he asked for consent. She was sure that he can smell her arousal.
George was objectively handsome, and the mate bond charged with addictive sparks was only making this several folds better. Even if they were not mates, Dawn wouldn't mind hooking up with George. After all, she was fangirling over Geroge from the moment she laid her eyes on him, and sex is not a big deal for werewolves, except when it came to mates, and this exquisite specimen IS her mate. Isn't she a lucky girl?
Dawn moved her legs as the delicate fabric slid down to her ankles and George got on his knees with it.
He kept her panties on the side carefully, like he was afraid that he will damage them somehow.
She thought that he will come up, but he stayed down there, and her face flushed when she realized that he was staring at her crotch area. She hoped that he liked the view, because just a few days ago she did a Brazilian, leaving only one narrow strip right in the middle, that ended above the spot where her folds start.
George looked up at Dawn and gave her a wicked smile that made her heart skip a beat.
He approved.
