Head Hunter (City Shifters the Pack #3) - Layla Nash Page 0,119

the fire that lit his eyes meant I’d said the right thing. I drew him up until his elbows dented the mattress next to my shoulders and I could run my fingers through the smattering of hair across his chest and down his flat belly. “All of you. I can’t wait.”

He growled, low and intense, and goosebumps rose all over me. I should have been afraid that the animal would take over again, but I knew in my heart he’d never hurt me. I craned my neck to kiss him, to taste him and the hint of whiskey that still clung to his breath. My hands slid up his sides and around to his back. I wanted to cling to him forever.

Dodge groaned and kissed me deeply, his cock already nudging at my slick folds. “I like hearing you moan and beg, though.”

“Jerk,” I muttered, arching my back until my breasts pressed to his chest and the hair caused enough friction that I had to hold on and rub against him in ecstasy. “There’s a better way to do that, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, his chuckle deep and dark. I shivered as his mouth descended and his teeth dragged against my throat and down to my shoulder. “But I’m not sure I should fuck my pregnant mate as hard as she wants.”

I sucked in a breath, my hands framing his face. “What?”

“You are my mate,” he said. He sucked on my neck, hard enough to leave a hickey, and squeezed my thigh to lift my leg up and out. “The other half of my soul. You’re everything I never knew I always wanted. What I always needed. You make me complete.”

He said it all as if it was just an everyday thing, a casual conversation. But my heart stuttered in my chest, and not because of the way his cock slipped and pressed against my sensitive flesh. The other half of his soul?

“You hold my heart in your hands,” Dodge went on. His cock parted me and entered shallowly, then withdrew before I even had time to clench around him. He groaned under his breath and repeated the soft nudge, keeping himself balanced above me with his weight on his elbows. A few beads of sweat tracked down his back and sides, and a few slid from his chest to mine. He dipped to kiss me as he sank deeper, his hips pushing my thighs even farther apart. “You are my world. The center of my universe. My true north.”

“That’s a lot,” I said, though it came out in a gasp instead of the steady voice I’d hoped for. My head tilted back and I sighed as his stomach met mine, my body stretching around his intrusion in a semi-familiar ache.

He held back as I adjusted and moved my hips. Dodge grunted and sank deeper, his voice rocky as he sucked on the other side of my neck. “It’s everything, Persephone. You are everything. My everything.”

Pleasure sparked and built as he retreated and my breath caught. Dodge started a slow, steady rhythm that stoked the fire. Tendrils of heat curled through my veins and wrapped around me until it felt like I floated. He was the whole world to me, too. I brought my legs up and tried to lock them around his hips, but Dodge chuckled and reached down to hook my knee in the crook of his elbow. I moaned as the angle changed and suddenly the fire he’d kindled raged into an inferno.

Dodge moved faster as I lifted to meet him, suddenly consumed with the need to find release. He’d driven me to the edge already so many times that it didn’t take much to push me over. He pulled out suddenly and rolled me over, then lifted my hips and gripped them tightly as I pushed up on my elbows and looked back at him.

He reared up behind me, big and imposing and scarred, and his palm smacked my ass just before he slid into me once more in a single stroke. I gripped handfuls of the sheets and cried out, pushing back because I wanted more. I needed more. Dodge leaned over me, letting me feel his weight against my back, and he growled in my ear, “Are you close?”

I nodded, too lost to even speak, and my body clenched around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, and his grip on my hips tightened even more until I almost thought I’d