Page 36 of Rejected Nanny Mate (Crystal Creek Wolves #3)

It was just another Tuesday night. I wasn't sure what made it feel so different for me, but there was a sparking, electric energy in the air that told me change was about to happen.

And I had a weird feeling I'd be the one to cause that change.

Rose had grown like a weed the past two months, and after getting the exact date of her birth from the hospital she was born at, Gwen had thrown herself into planning the best first birthday party ever...or at least that was how she described it.

We'd been spending nearly every moment together since Gwen had moved back in.

Rose's birthday was next month, and while that occupied most of Gwen's free time, something else had been keeping her on edge lately.

Nayeli was set to give birth at any time, and the three other girls were on high alert.

Gwen was checking her phone constantly, even waking up in the middle of the night to make sure her friend hadn't gone into labor.

Being nine months pregnant hadn't stopped Nayeli from coming to the house and spending time with Gwen, though.

She, Kiera, and Rhie had helped Gwen make what had previously been my home into something that suited both of us.

There were little touches of my mate everywhere, from new wall colors to framed pictures of her friends, and, of course, Rose.

It would have been a little annoying to have so many women in the house at all times, but it made me happy to see Gwen with her friends, in her element.

That night, though, Gwen was alone, resting on the couch and watching something on television, only half paying attention as she wrote more party ideas in the little notebook she'd dedicated to my daughter's first birthday.

She looked so peaceful and content, there in the blue glow of the television, her legs tucked up under her and her chocolatey hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Love for her burned inside of me like wildfire, and I suddenly thought, 'To hell with waiting for the perfect moment.'

The quiet slice of domestic bliss I was experiencing was the perfect moment. Gwen made almost every day the perfect moment, and I was done waiting.

I had everything I needed to propose right there in my pocket. I'd been carrying it around for days, waiting for the right time, but I'd learned my lesson. The perfect moment was wherever Gwen was.

“Gwen,” I said, and she looked up at me, her eyes softening with a smile.

“Hi, Joe,” she replied, putting the notebook and pen down on the table. “What's up? Did Rose go to bed alright?”

“Yeah. She just wanted to be rocked to sleep,” I said, sitting down next to her. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and I wondered if she could sense my nervousness through our bond. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting up straighter. She grabbed a pillow and clutched it to her chest, looking at me intently. “What is it?”

“I love you,” I told her, and her lips twitched into a smile. “ I knew that the moment I saw you that I wanted you to be mine, but I let fear get in the way and almost lost you.”

She shook her head, reaching out to grab my hand. “You never lost me. I love you, Joe.”

I squeezed her fingers gently, holding her gaze.

“I know. You've shown me that. You showed me with your body, your mind, your heart, and your soul.

You're my everything, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me.

I want to prove that I'm worthy of your love, and to give you the life you deserve.”

“Joe...”

I released her hand and reached into my pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Gwen's eyes widened, and I realized that she was holding her breath as I opened the box. The ring was a princess-cut diamond on a gold band, and it sparkled in the low light. “Will you marry me, Gwen?”

Her eyes welled with tears, and she launched herself into my arms. I caught her, falling back onto the couch cushions with a laugh, and she kissed me. “Yes,” she said between kisses. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I pulled back long enough to slip the ring onto her finger, and she stared at it in awe for a moment before kissing me again, harder this time. Her tongue slipped between my lips, and I groaned, wrapping my arms around her.

When we broke apart, we were both panting. She looked up at me from beneath her eyelashes, her cheeks flushed with desire. “Is it cliche if I say I want you right now?”

“Maybe,” I grinned, my cock already hardening at her words. “But I feel the same way.”

Gwen slid her hand under my shirt, and I shuddered at the touch of her soft fingers. “I can tell,” she teased.

I reached up to cup her cheek, and she turned her face into my hand, brushing her lips against my palm. She met my eyes again, her gaze burning with desire. “What do you want, Gwen?”

“I want you to claim me,” she whispered. “I want you to make me yours.”

I groaned, pushing her hair back from her neck and leaning in to kiss the delicate skin there. She smelled like heaven, and her pulse quickened under my lips. “You are mine, Omega. Forever.”

I slid my hands up her thighs, and she shuddered against me.

Her lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily, our tongues meeting and exploring one another.

I had been patient with Gwen since we'd gotten together, letting her take things at her own pace, but I knew how much she wanted me.

I could smell her arousal whenever I touched her, and it drove me wild.

My hands continued up, sliding beneath her shirt, and I pulled away from her long enough to remove the offending garment.

She was wearing a pale pink bra that barely contained her breasts, and I growled, moving to kiss her chest. She arched her back as I pushed down the fabric of her bra, revealing her pert pink nipple, and sucked it into my mouth.

Gwen sighed softly, running her fingers through my hair, and I gently bit down on the sensitive flesh. She gasped, her grip tightening, and I slid one hand around her back, easily unhooking the clasp of her bra and tossing it aside.

I pulled her back against me, cupping her bare breast and teasing her nipple with my tongue. Gwen squirmed in my lap, and I could feel the heat of her pussy, even through her jeans and my own.

“Joe,” she whimpered, and I pulled back to meet her eyes. She was flushed, her lips parted, and her chest heaving. “Please...”

“Please, what?” I asked, and she huffed, her cheeks reddening further. I knew exactly what she wanted, and it was taking every ounce of my self-control not to give it to her right then and there, but I wanted her to ask for it.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

My hands moved to the button of her jeans, and I easily undid it, sliding the fabric down her hips. She shifted to help me remove them, and I slid one hand between her thighs, cupping her mound. Her panties were already soaked through, and I growled. “You're so wet for me, Gwen.”

“I'm always wet for you,” she admitted, her breath coming out in a shuddering gasp when I pressed my finger against her clit through the thin cotton fabric.

“Good,” I said, moving to kiss her again. Her tongue darted out to meet mine, and she rocked her hips against my hand, desperate for friction. I broke the kiss to nibble on her lower lip, and she gasped in frustration, trying to move her body against mine.

I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and slowly ran two fingers along her dripping slit. Her body trembled, but when I went to push a finger inside, she stopped me.

“I want to make you feel good,” she breathed, her hands sliding over my cock where it strained against my jeans. “Undress and sit down. I want to take the lead.”

Her words sent a rush of desire through me, and I quickly did as she asked, kicking my clothes aside and sitting back on the couch.

Gwen dropped to her knees in front of me, her eyes full of hunger, and her mouth curled into a little smile.

She leaned forward, brushing her lips against the tip of my cock, and I groaned, resting my head against the back of the couch. “Gwen...”

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and I shuddered. She'd given me a few blow jobs since we'd been together, and I'd never been able to last long. She always seemed to know just how to drive me wild, and her mouth felt incredible.

“Do you like that?” she asked, batting her lashes innocently.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, my grip tightening slightly as she took me into her mouth so deeply that I hit the back of her throat. She pulled back slowly, dragging her teeth along the sensitive flesh. “You're going to make me come if you keep that up.”

She pulled off of me with a little pop, smirking up at me. “Isn't that the point?”

“I want to come inside your pussy,” I told her, and she shivered, her eyes darkening with desire. She climbed to her feet, moving to straddle my lap, shedding her panties as she did so. Her bare pussy brushed against my thigh, and I could feel her slick coating my skin.

“I want that too,” she whispered, reaching between us to line my cock up with her entrance. She sank down onto me, and we both hummed softly, our lips meeting once more in a heated kiss. I grabbed her hips, holding her still for a moment.

“If you move, I'm going to come too fast,” I told her, my voice hoarse. “You feel too good, baby.”

Her grin was wicked, and I felt the cold metal of her new engagement ring as she grabbed onto my shoulders.

Gwen went slow, just like I'd asked, and it was almost as torturous as if she'd fucked me with abandon.

Her entire body quivered, and she rode me, but she never quickened her pace, just slow and steady until we were both sweating and panting from the gradually building bliss.

“Joe...” she whimpered finally, her nails digging into my skin. “Please.”

She didn't need to ask twice. I tightened my grip on her hips and bucked up into her, meeting her thrusts. She gasped, and I pressed my lips against her throat, feeling the way her pulse quickened.

“You're mine, Omega,” I growled, thrusting up into her harder. “Forever.”

Gwen cried out as she came around me, her pussy milking my cock hard as her climax hit her. Her pleasure flowed through our bond, heightening my own, and I buried myself to the hilt inside of her as I came, too, my cock throbbing as I filled her with my seed.

Gwen sagged against me, her body trembling as she caught her breath. I held her like she was the most precious thing on the planet, and neither of us moved as my knot swelled within her.

“I love you, Joe,” Gwen whispered, and I kissed her forehead gently.

“I love you, my sweet mate.”

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THE END