All Chapters of Winter's Mate: Fated on Ice : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Such a good mate," he praised. "Taking everything I give you, begging for more. Perfect fucking mate."The combination of his words and the relentless pounding pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my legs nearly giving out beneath me. Only his strong grip on my hips kept me upright as pleasure whited out my vision.He followed moments later, his knot swelling again and locking us in place as he pumped me full of more cum.Was it even possible to go crazy from sex? To get high on nothing but scent and sensation and overwhelming pleasure? Because I felt completely out of my mind drunk on him and his pheromones with the bond thrumming between us.Before I knew it, we were back on the bed, and he was positioning me on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, presenting myself for him, and Jude was behind me, running his hands possessively over my curves.He entered me in one smooth thrust and immediately set a quick pace. His claws had extended partially, and I felt them gripping

"I love you," he whispered against my lips as he thrust deep. "I love you so much, Rosie.""I love you too," I whispered back. Yes, because I love this man. I love Jude; he made me feel wanted and loved. I love him with every fiber of my being; I couldn't deny it anymore. And I needed him like a breath of air. I pulled him closer, needing more connection between us as he kissed my face softly; soft moans escaped my parted lips, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He wasn't just fucking me; he was making love to me so sweetly, sensually, slowly, and intimately that it felt like my heart might burst from the tenderness of it.I pulled his head down close to my chest, needing him closer, impossibly closer, and he rested his forehead between my breasts while continuing those slow, deep thrusts that made my toes curl and my breath catch in my throat."So beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "You're so beautiful and perfect."I felt my wall clenched slowly like a wave that started deep

After we'd both been thoroughly cleaned, he lifted me out of the tub and wrapped me carefully in a large fluffy towel, then carried me back to the bedroom, where he sat me down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed the hair dryer and began carefully drying my hair section by section, running his fingers through it gently to work out any tangles.When my hair was completely dry, he picked up a comb and began sectioning it off, and I watched in surprise as he started creating a French braid down the back of my head with practiced, experienced movements, like he'd done this a hundred times before."How do you know how to French braid?" I asked curiously because it seemed like such an unexpected skill for a man."I have a sister, remember?" He said with a fond smile, and his eyes went soft with the memory. "Maya loved having me braid her hair when we were kids; she'd beg me to practice different styles on her, so that's how I learned it."He chuckled at the memory, clearly lost in nostalgia,

Chapter 53—Trial by Combat JudeI was so angry that my moment with Rosie had been cut short just when I'd finally had my mate to myself and was already planning how the rest of the evening would go, but instead I'd been interrupted by a goddamn emergency. "Angry" would be an understatement for what I was feeling right now. I didn't miss the disappointment that flickered across Rosie's face when I'd told her we had to leave nor the sadness that tugged through our bond, yet she'd smiled sweetly at me as if she was completely okay with it. After I'd successfully driven Rosie home on Baby with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist the entire ride, I found myself reluctant to let her go as I hugged her at the cottage door, savoring her scent and kissing the crescent-shaped claiming mark on her neck. It was physically painful to detach myself from her, to pull away from her warmth, her scent, and the way she fit perfectly against me, but I'd make it up to her later after meeting Marc

Chapter 55 - The fightRosieThe pack had been buzzing about the trial for the entire week, and everyone had been talking about it nonstop, with pack members excited and happy to see their young alpha in action and put someone who'd hurt their young Luna in their place.But people weren't seeing it from my eyes because I was scared, terrified actually. I'd never seen Jude in a fight before, although I'd seen his enormous majestic wolf, but this was different.No one else seemed worried as I watched some pack members walk around smiling as if Jude were already the winner before the trial even started.Was that how much faith they had in him? It wasn't like I didn't believe in Jude because I did—but a trial by combat was always brutal and nasty in every historical movie I'd ever watched, and I wasn't ready to watch my mate get pounded on in some arena.God, I could feel my head thump with a headache, with nausea creeping up my throat that made me swallow the lump down. I didn't want to