“Avery,” he growled, and the wide head of his cock notched against my opening, “are you mine?”
“Yes,” I cried out, lifting my ass as he pressed inside, filling me, stretching me around his club of a cock, going slow but never once stopping until he was buried to the hilt.
“My mate,” he ground out like it hurt, hands on my hips, holding tight, bracing himself as he eased back and then bottomed out again, his moan decadent and filthy.
I hooked my feet around the backs of his thighs, holding on to him as he slid out and in, each time increasing the speed and the depth of the plunge until he was thrusting to my core as he closed his fingers like a vise around my cock.
I shivered hard. The only sound that crawled out of my throat was his name.
“Tell me,” my alpha demanded, the sound savage and feral, as though he was on the cusp of his shift.
My alpha.
Mine.
It wasn’t just a word anymore. It wasn’t a rank that was important to others but not to me, or something that had no real relevance in my life. And it certainly was not a word to be taken for granted or spoken lightly to get what I wanted in the heated rush of passion.
I always tried to be a man first, to bury my wolf under layers of humanity, to fan the fires of logic and reason that kept the animal at bay. But now…my wolf smelled blood when Graeme bit my lip, tasted salt and sweat when I licked it from his skin, and felt the euphoric high when I was manhandled by my mate, my alpha, made to do solely as he desired. I was nothing more than his, and the animal I was reveled in the knowledge that I was safe, forever, in his den.
The man was the only alpha I would ever have, my one-in-a-million shot, and I knew, under my skin, in the blood rushing through my veins, down deep in muscle and bone, as Graham had said, that my wolf would run with his.
“Tell me,” he snarled as he turned my head, and his fangs were there, catching on and grazing my skin.
“I’m yours…my alpha.”
I expected pain, and it was there, blinding and choking, so overwhelming for a moment I thought I was drowning. Until, in a heartbeat, it rolled into pleasure as my climax roared up my spine when he bit down into the hollow between my shoulder and neck.
Fangs piercing flesh was agony.
The claiming bite of an alpha…my alpha…was ecstasy.
“Graeme!”
He was rutting hard, pistoning inside of me, pounding me through my orgasm, claws on my hips, teeth holding me still—his to do with as he pleased, taken and used.
Pumping into me even as cum ran down the inside of my thighs in warm rivulets, he released my throat and lapped at the wound, bathing it in saliva before he took my mouth.
The thrusting was endless and I reveled in the feel of him, of the claiming, of his dominance and my complete submission.
After long moments, he slowed then stopped, kissed me deeply, lifting me to my hands, and then broke the kiss to drape himself over my back.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, and heard the gravel in my voice. I had perhaps done more screaming than I thought.
He was panting. “I need a minute.”
“Lemme understand,” I said gruffly, biting my bottom lip so I wouldn’t smile. “You put me on my hands and knees so you could rest on top of me?”
“No,” he grumbled. “It’s because you’re so beautiful, and I’m admiring your––”
“Liar,” I accused him softly, chuckling as he rubbed his face in my hair and then slowly, carefully, with a tenderness I hadn’t expected, slipped free of my still-clenching channel.
“Do you feel that?”
“I feel your huge dick sliding out of my ass.”
“Your muscles are holding on; you want me to stay right there inside.”
I grunted. “I know you’re very pleased with yourself at the moment, but you need to get off me before I collapse.”
Smug male chuckle before he toppled me sideways and scrambled up toward the headboard of his ridiculously huge four-poster bed. It could easily sleep four comfortably.
Sitting up, I stared at him. “Usually have lots of company, do you?”
“Sure, of course—” He snickered. “—orgies every night, are you kidding?”
I scowled, and he laughed at me. “You know, I had no idea you were such an idiot.”
“That’s because I’m so relieved I put my mark on you,