The Girl He Marked

Chapter 43

Lance and I go out for breakfast together. His shift doesn't start till 11 AM, so we have time.

We are a proper loved—up couple at the diner. We sit on the same side of the booth and cuddle up to

each other. I'm sure we make the waitress feel nauseous, but I don't care, I'm happy.

I'm disappointed when I have to say goodbye to my mate. He has worked and so do I, albeit my shift

starts later in the afternoon.

We agree to meet again tonight. He gives me his address after I offer to drive around and see him for

dinner.

My shift at the clinic is three until six. Following Lance's suggestion, I go online and look around to see

if there are any job openings in other places.

When I have applied for a couple, I give my mum a call. I let her know that I've found my mate. She is

so excited for me. She wants to meet Lance and I tell her that I'll mention it to him tonight.

I call my sister, too. Orelia is loved—up with her mate, so she understands the pure happiness in my

voice when I tell her all about Lance. She wants to meet him, too. I'll need to arrange something with

Lance later.

Mum texts me just as I'm arriving for my shift at the clinic. The text is a reminder that, in a week, it is my

Auntie Noelle's birthday. The whole family is getting together for it.

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It's a long shift and I'm grateful when it finally ends, and I can go home and get ready to see my mate.

I change and fix my make—up. Following the directions, I drive over to Lance's house. Being a

sergeant must pay quite well, because he lives in a very nice neighborhood.

His house isn't huge, but it's impressive. It's bigger than my flat, to say the least. I park in the drive and

lock my car.

The front door opens before I can reach it. Lance is dressed in a muscle—hugging t—shirt and smart

joggers.

'Hello,' he says warmly.

Once I'm within reaching distance, he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest.

He kisses me senselessly on his doorstep and I have to place my hands on his pecs to steady myself.

Earlier on, he texted me and asked me to stay over, instead. I've got my bag with all my things in over

my shoulder.

Lance ushers me into the house and takes my bag off of me. He gives me a tour, showing me all of the

rooms. It's definitely bigger than my little flat.

We enjoy a beer each before we sit down for dinner. I ask about his shift and then I tell him about mine.

The evening offers a glimpse into what our future looks like, and I love it.

'My family wants to meet you,' I tell him. 'Do you think you'd be up to it on Thursday night'

He grins and sits back in his chair. 'Yes, definitely.'

Seeing as he took that so well…

'My auntie's birthday is in a week. My whole family is getting together for it. I'd love for you to come and

meet everyone, but I totally understand if it's too soon and you want to wait a bit.'

He shakes his head. 'No way, I'd love to come!'

'Aw, amazing. They're going to love you, don't worry.'

After dinner, we sit on his balcony up in his bedroom. He has an outdoor heater set up next to the

garden furniture. We cuddle on the sofa, perfectly content.

When it gets late, we decide to come in. I help Lance turn everything off and lock up downstairs.

We clean our teeth in his en suite, laughing and messing about like we're half the age that we actually

are. I always hoped my mate would be someone I could have a laugh with and have fun with. Lance is

definitely someone I can act like that with.

His bed is huge and extraordinarily comfortable. We lay in each other's arms for a while, talking about

random things.

He rolls over and gets closer to me and that's when I feel it. Hard and hot, pressing against my hip. I

run my hand teasingly down his chest and skim my nails along the waistband of his boxers.

I hear Lance inhale sharply and I look up to meet his heated gaze. Daringly, I move my hand lower and

stroke him over the material of his boxers.

He's already excited, I can feel a small wet patch soaking through the fabric. Excitement fills me as I

push the boxers down. He takes over, shoving them down his thighs and kicking them off.

With nothing blocking my way, I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him. I squeeze him, feeling

the velvety skin wrapped around a hard interior.

I stroke him until he stops me. He grips my wrist tightly and gets his breathing under control.

'Stop,' he whispers. 'Or you're going to make me come.'

I smile at him. 'That's the idea, silly.'

'I want to be inside you,' he says. 'Please.'

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I lay back and Lance gets on top of me. He parts my legs and settles himself between them. He kisses

me at the same time he enters me.

He thrusts in and out of me, fucking me until my toes curl. As he's pounding into me, an idea pops into

my mind. Lance must see it come over my face, because he stops thrusting and smirks at me.

'What is it' He asks.

I blush even thinking about saying it out loud.

'What, baby' He probes.

I know he isn't going to let it go, so I close my eyes and decide to spill.

'Have you got your handcuffs with you'

It's quiet for a moment and I eventually open my eyes. Lance is grinning down at me.

'You want me to tie you up' He asks, sounding excited.

I look shyly at him. 'Maybe.'

He chuckles and slides out of me.

'Don't go anywhere, baby.'

I watch my mate, completely naked, climb out of the bed and disappear out of the door. A few minutes

later, he returns, still hard, still naked. In his hand is a pair of silver metal handcuffs.

I wait anxiously on the bed as he climbs into it. He drops the cuffs on the mattress and grabs my waist.

He flips me onto my front.

'Hands behind your back,' he orders.

I quickly do as he says and rest my hands on my lower back. The metal is cold on my skin as he clips

the cuffs around them. The metal clicks are loud between us.

He pulls on my hips, lifting me up so that I am on my knees with my face pressed into the mattress. He

enters me again, filling me completely.

This position changes everything. He feels so deep. I curl my fingers behind my back. Having my

hands restrained adds another level to the sex, making me feel hot from being bound.

'You good' Lance asks from behind yes.

'Yes,' I mumble into the bed.

Holding my bound wrists, he begins pounding into me. My body shakes with the force of the thrusts. He

is hitting just the right spot inside of me, I feel an orgasm start to build.

Lance must feel that I'm close, that I'm starting to clench around him, because he fucks me faster and

harder. The slaps of our bodies echo around the room.

'Lance,' I moan his name against the bed sheets. 'Please, more.'

He responds instantly, fucking me even harder. His cock hits the top of my cervix and the slight bite of

pain mixed with pleasure is what sends me over the edge.

I cry out and clamp down on his cock, my pussy spasm around it. He moans my name and finds his

release, too. He finishes inside me, thrusting slowly and holding me close.

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