and the freedom of it was a heady thing. He rolled his hips and could feel the rigid weight of him rubbing exactly where I needed him.
I hissed and dragged my blunt teeth across his earlobe without biting down. He shivered, which just increased that lovely friction between my thighs. I moaned, following the motion of his hips. He swept his hand down the length of my ribs, down my belly, his deft fingers sliding inside me to find me ready and wanting. He thumbed at the rigid little bundle there, twisting and thrusting his fingers as the tension built in my belly. He seemed to know all of the right motions to coax a response out of me and before I knew it, the tension had become a rolling wave of energy. I fought to stay in the moment with him, instead of letting those ripples of pleasure pull me under. But then everything surged all at once and I was falling, spasming, arching off the bed as I cried out against Alex’s skin.
He pressed featherlight kisses over my shoulders as I came down, floating blissful and breathless. Kneeling suddenly, he pulled me up into his lap, straddling him. “This might be a little more comfortable for you,” he murmured.
I nodded, still kissing him, as he moved to slide into me. It was a little clumsy, all knees and elbows as I tried to find the best way to settle over him. He was smiling up at me, his dark eyes almost glowing in the dim light. He pressed his forehead to mine, and I gasped as he slid home. My nails bit into his back as I sank down, moving experimentally against him.
All those nerves inside me, still firing from my release, sang as he moved inside me. I rolled my hips, trying to keep up. Alex’s hands brushed up and down my spine, comforting me as we found our rhythm. I watched the expressions change on Alex’s face, pleasure to contentment and back again.
Alex’s hips were stuttering, like he had to concentrate to keep moving. An echo of the orgasm I’d just enjoyed was already building. He pressed his mouth against the curve of my breast, his blunt teeth barely touching my skin. My breath caught, half-worried that he would sink his fangs into me, and half-hoping he would. Instead, he reached between us, bent his hand at an unnatural angle to reach that same place.
The echo became a full-blown song and I was riding him, howling. His thrusts went wild and he was right there with me. He spilled into me, his seed almost cold, and slumped to the sheets, dragging me with him.
My heartbeat filled the room, not quite drowning out my heavy breathing. It might have been embarrassing, but I figured I had to have the “live responses” for the both of us. He got up, not bothering to dress, and left the room. I heard the fridge open and the microwave beep. I threaded my fingers through my sweaty hair and tried to catch my breath. I wished desperately for an elastic to tame this mop on my head.
Alex returned with a tall glass of water and a mug full of what smelled like blood. He offered me the glass and I happily drained it. He slid under the covers with me and sipped at his mug.
“So, now that I’m not completely blinded by lust—”
“I take that as a compliment,” I said, grinning brightly.
“You should, you relentless minx,” he snickered, kissing me. I thought the taste of blood on his lips would be off-putting, but it was just a part of him. He leaned away and kissed me on the forehead. “So, what does biting mean to werewolves?”
“It’s how we mark our mates. You exchange bite marks and then you’re connected for life. You can’t have children with anyone else. For life. And while the kids thing isn’t really an issue for us, I didn’t think we were ready for it.”
“Interesting,” he said, nodding. “So we both just made very responsible and mature choices in the midst of passion.”
“Good for us,” I said, reaching out to shake his free hand.
“Yes, three cheers,” he said very seriously, before bursting out into a laugh.
I giggled until I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I pressed my face against his skin, breathing deeply, feeling more at peace than I had in a long time. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
“Like what?”
“Fun,” I said. “I