her legs around his hips and rise toward him in wordless demand.
It was all he needed.
Surrendering his mouth to her own when she sought it, he pulled out and thrust deep again and again. His rhythm was ragged, his heart thunder . . . and then Desiree’s teeth closed over the pulse in his neck hard enough to leave a mark. The orgasm tore through him so hot and so hard that he felt his claws slice out.
The last thing he remembered was making sure he didn’t cut her. After that there was only pleasure, only Desiree in his arms.
• • •
Felix came back to his senses to find that he’d managed to flip them over at the last second so he didn’t crush Desiree’s smaller body. His breathing was harsh as he tried to recover from the hardest orgasm of his life, his body still locked with Desiree’s, and his hand still very firmly on her nape.
He didn’t remember putting it there, but since she was lying purring on his chest, she clearly didn’t mind the hold. Trying to find words in his fried brain, he came up with, “Damn.”
A husky laugh, Desiree rising up enough to look down at him. Her eyes were night-glow, her skin bearing the marks of his possession. “You have some moves, Felix Grady.” It was an admiring statement.
His wolf preened. Releasing her nape, he ran his hand down the curve of her spine to lie on her butt. “That was nothing,” he said, feeling just a little smug. “Wait till I really get started.”
She squeezed his semi-hard cock with her internal muscles, making him groan. “Ditto.” A nuzzle. “I forgot about your bruises.”
“What bruises?” He’d felt nothing but pleasure, was still drunk on it.
Sitting up fully on him, she checked his abdomen and side regardless. “This one’s going to turn a lovely shade of purple soon,” she muttered, petting the spot with a tenderness that made something deep inside him ache.
“I’m good,” he managed to get out. “It was worth it.”
“Wasn’t it?” A bright grin before she touched his jaw to nudge his head to the side. “I marked you,” she said, her tone deeply satisfied. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.”
He grew harder inside her, his skin stretching tight over his body and his heart hurting with emotion. That wasn’t just sexual possessiveness in her voice, in her expression; it was the kind of bone-deep possessiveness he’d seen in Indigo’s eyes when she looked at Drew. It said, Mine, and told everyone else to back the hell off. It also held a deep, deep vein of affection . . . maybe even of . . . love.
“I love you,” he said, taking a risk that could destroy him.
Desiree’s face lit up. “I love you, too,” she said without hesitation.
It threatened to make his heart explode. But even with emotion crashing over him, never had he felt more content in his skin—he was a predatory changeling submissive and his lover’s every word, every action, every smile told him he was perfect exactly as he was. Desiree, he knew with absolute confidence, didn’t want him to change, would never see him as not enough.
“Mine,” she said aloud with another possessive smile. “Gorgeous mind, huge heart, a body built for sin, and deliciously talented hands.” A kiss punctuated each word. “And all of you is mine.” She pricked his chest with her claws.
He hissed out a breath. “What was that for?”
“Just staking my claim.” A narrow-eyed look but he saw the playful cat behind it.
Felix’s lips curved in a smile that surely cracked his face. “All yours,” he said, his wolf daring to imagine what she’d do if he made the same blatant claim in turn.
When she leaned down to suck on the bite mark she’d made over his pulse point, he groaned at the raw pleasure of being touched by this woman who was his lover in every way . . . but his wolf was suddenly distracted by something even more powerful, even more primal.
Maybe it was a subtle change in Desiree’s scent, maybe it was the way she looked at him with those feline eyes that were so affectionate and so delighted with him, maybe it was just visceral instinct, but his bones sang with a knowledge so beautiful that it gripped his heart and squeezed, squeezed.
Chapter 9
“Felix?” Desiree raised her head, her eyebrows drawn together over eyes glowing yellow-green. “What’s the matter, baby?”