A Mate's Bite

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She let the feeling of contentment lead her actions. Arousal flared in her blood. Thick. Hot. Slowly turning her need for him urgent. She twined her fingers into his hair and yanked his head down. Lips met, and passion exploded between them. It was always like that. Like what she imagined as the Big Bang. A combination of dangerous atoms finally uniting to create a new world. Their world. Something about the moment, she couldn’t say if it was her desire to belong to him, or just his own wild side calling to a part of her she didn’t know existed, but she lost all sense of patience. With a sharp tug, he fell on the bed with her. Her blood heated with urgency. She twisted in his hold, pushing him on his back and straddling his hips, never breaking their connection.

Muscles shifted under the T-shirt she tried to jerk off his body. The hard bar of his c**k pressed between her legs. She whimpered. And wanted. Oh she wanted him bad. More than her next breath or even more than she’d ever wanted another man in her life. Reality was, she’d never allowed her feelings to control her. But right then and there, she was powerless to anything but her need.

Mouths separated, and he locked his glowing molten gold eyes on hers. And then he did one of the sexiest things ever. He tore off his T-shirt like it was a piece of a paper. Material shredded and in seconds the shirt was all but in tatters. She scooted back and helped him get rid of the jeans. Then she was on him again, rocking her p***y over his c**k.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, “that’s f*****g hot. But I want you naked.”

His sharp claws shredded her sleepwear and cut through the sides of her panties. Her very damp panties. He pulled away the torn pieces from her crotch, leaving her completely bare above him.

“This,” he cupped her breasts and set to flicking his thumbs on her sensitive n*****s, “is what I wanted.” A slow lick of his lips, and he pushed her breasts together to lick back and forth between the two.

“God!”

A lightning fast tremor raced down her body, making her wiggle over him. She moaned and rocked her hips in a way his c**k slipped and slid between her p***y lips. Her cream coated him and turned his stiff shaft slick ready to fill her.

She lifted off his hips and grabbed his hard length with one hand while leveraging herself on the hand pressing on his chest. He gripped her hips with his large hands and helped her drop slowly on his d**k. Breaths struggled past her throat with each inch she slid down. This position put her in charge, and she liked it. Her p***y walls fluttered around his c**k. Much thicker than he’d been last time. Longer too. It went on that way, with her struggling to breathe until he was fully embedded in her. Deep. So good.

“Christ…” His groan mirrored her moan of pleasure.

Their gazes locked, and she lifted and dropped again. And again. She coupled the riding with some rocking. With a moan, she ground her p***y on his pelvis and scratched her nails down his chest.

He growled. “Fuckin’ hell!”

God. He felt damn good. Like a fire that just kept growing and growing inside her. He helped her ride him, cupping her and squeezing her ass cheeks in his hands. Every ride up and down felt like she was being branded from inside. His c**k hot and hard. A small shift and he rubbed her in a different spot. It turned into too much. Too perfect. Her back bowed and her body trembled. But he only lifted and dropped her faster. Harder. Until she screamed his name as the orgasm tore through her.

He was suddenly there with her, riding the waves of release, growling loud as she felt her body float on spasms of bliss. His c**k jerked in her channel and filled her with his seed. It took her a moment to realize she was digging her nails into his chest. He held her hips hard. She’d probably have fingerprints for days. Who cared? The ride had been worth any s*x bruises she obtained.

He grinned, the glow in his eyes slowly fading with the animal. “Come here.”

She dropped to his chest, curling on his hot body with him still deep inside. Her legs shook at his sides. “If you keep doing this to me, I think I’ll end up unable to walk.”

He barked a deep chuckle. The sound turned her heart to mush, and any thoughts of resistance melted on the spot. Like the huge chocolate bar Jordan had bought her, which she had tried to eat in tiny pieces, but had downed in less than two. f*****g Spot! The mutt was addictive.

“What?” He trailed his fingers up and down her back. “You know you liked it.”

“I loved it. Every single moment. But I think it will be a while before my legs stop shaking.”

“I’ll carry you around then.”

“That works. Can we do this again after my nap?” She yawned, suddenly tired.

“You just woke up,” he murmured into her hair.

“You tired me out.” She sighed sleepily. “I should move.”

He tightened his hold on her. “I love being with you. In you. And you have to understand that it’s never going to change.”

She wasn’t sure she believed that, but a piece of her heart was warming up to the idea.