Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,16
all this time.”
The real me, the woman’s voice whispered inside my head. Waiting all those years.
“Do it,” Phantom urged, blocking the sound of that voice in my head. “Bite hard.”
This was more than pain, more than power. This was a marking, a claiming, like those Unseelie shards in my chest gave way for something more dangerous to surface.
Mine!
The word raged as the memory of his own fangs ached on my shoulder. I lifted my head, instinct driving me as I pumped his cock, opened my jaw wide, and bit.
Flesh and muscle gave way to the animalistic act. I gripped his neck, holding him in place as I drove my teeth deeper into his flesh. He threw his head backwards and moaned. That sound did things to me.
Wicked things. Vile things. Making me want to sink to my hands and knees and rut like an animal…and we were all animals this night, weren’t we? Unmerciful animals.
The bitter tang of blood danced at the tip of my tongue as he closed his hands over mine and drove it harder until, with a guttural bark, he came. The scent of salt and sin filled my nose. I pulled away, lifting my hand to slide his cum over my breasts.
“You claimed me, Alpha. Now I claim you.” Heavy breaths consumed me as I licked and kissed the wound, before swallowing the metallic taste. The indentations weren’t anywhere near deep enough, barely cutting the skin. I lifted my head as Phantom met my gaze and realized in an instant…it didn’t matter.
Fang marks, or no fang marks, I knew him now…knew him intimately. I knew him savagely. Power flowed through me as that dark throb in my chest grew stronger, and I took in the taste of his blood on the back of my tongue.
“Arran,” I murmured, and slid my hand from around the Alpha’s neck. “Come to me.”
I turned to the other Wolves in the room, finding the stare of each of my pack. Church, Vitold…and Arran. My Arran.
My bare feet were chilled by the stone floor as the dark-haired bartender came closer, snarling and barbaric, those gorgeous eyes brimming with fire and lust as he strode nearer. “Carina—” he growled.
“Kneel.”
His lips curled and his teeth bared. I knew what I was saying…how I was forcing him to submit to me. A Wolf…powerful and predatory, one who could tear me apart in an instant. Born with teeth and claws and a belly full of rage, but he wouldn’t hurt me…not even if his life depended on it.
I knew that now. I saw it in the silver of his eyes.
With careful steps, he came to me without so much as a snarl, and sank to his knees.
A moan tore from Vitold or Church as Arran submitted, the sound stolen by a faint rumble of thunder. I exhaled hard and looked down, watching as he ran his hands over my ass and down the backs of my thighs. One hand stopped while the other fell to the crook of my knee and lifted.
My thighs parted as my leg slid over his shoulder, the Wolf’s gaze fixed between my legs.
That menacing hunger raged in my chest, violent and brutal. I wanted to mark him, wanted to take him…while he took me.
Phantom rose from the bed behind me as Arran gripped my hips and pulled my body closer. The tip of his tongue drove into my slit, finding that tiny nub as lust took control.
Let me show you how it could be…with us.
Phantom’s words drifted through my head as he ran the backs of his fingers up my arms.
“You belong to us, Carina,” Phantom growled as I speared my fingers through Arran’s damp black curls and arched my spine. “To the pack,” he finished.
I turned my head, finding the Alpha’s gaze, my hand dipping with the movement as Arran moved lower, dragging his talented tongue all the way to my core.
A moan ravaged the back of my throat as Phantom gripped my jaw and kissed me hard. His tongue in my mouth and Arran’s deep in my pussy made me whimper. The tips of thick canines pressed against the tenderest part of me. I wanted to ride that wave, wanted to press his face against me until I came against his tongue. But this was more than sex, more than my own release. This was belonging.
My tongue danced across long, terrifying fangs before Phantom broke away.
The pack.
I belonged to the pack…and after tonight, they would belong to me.