reached behind me to move whatever was poking into my ass, but he returned before I could even think of getting down. Walking toward me, Ian ripped open the condom packet he'd found, then held it in his teeth as he opened his pants.
The man stepped back between my knees just as his zipper slid down. Then, watching me the whole time, he rolled on the condom, shoving his jeans far enough out of the way to expose himself, but nothing more. There was so much intensity in him, as if he was no longer trying to hide that he really was the alpha. This man was power and determination.
And he was mine.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathed, catching the side of my neck to pull my mouth against his again.
His other hand found my hip, tugging my ass to the edge of the counter, and then he pushed into my body. Our tongues tangled around his moan, and I drank it in. As he partially withdrew, he gasped, the sound of complete male pleasure, and I loved it. I couldn't get enough of the way he filled me again, making no effort to be gentle. This was my mate. My alpha. My boyfriend, and he was right. I didn't have to choose.
I loved Lane. He was so sweet, so feral, and so amazingly loyal. Seth turned me on with his sexy body, beautiful tattoos, and long, wild hair. Ian? He did all of that. He took control in a way I needed. He used me like he owned me, but gave back all of that and more. As he pumped into me hard, grunting and gasping between each kiss, I gave myself to him.
Not just my body, but so much more. These men were mine. All of them. One by one, I would claim them the same way they were claiming me right now. He felt so good, so strong and beautiful. My legs wrapped around his ass, feeling every single muscle flex, and then I used them to pull him in harder.
He obeyed. There was no hesitation. Loving Ian was like letting go, even as I clung to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his back. I couldn't do much to help, but I didn't have to. He kissed me until I was breathless, moving faster and faster, until I simply came undone in his arms. Grabbing the back of his neck, I shoved my face against his shoulder, biting at his skin to keep from howling the way I wanted.
And his hand landed on the back of my head, holding me there even as he rode me through my climax. His body tensed. His rhythm faltered as my teeth dented his skin, but he would not stop. Not until my nails scored his back and my body shuddered around him, completely out of my control. Then he thrust into me one last time and just groaned, the sound strangled, as if he was fighting to keep from being too loud the same way I was.
For a moment, he just held me, panting against my ear. Finally, he pushed out one heavy breath and leaned back to look at me. "I had no idea you were a biter."
"Sorry," I breathed, checking to make sure I hadn't broken skin.
He just caught my chin, making me look at him. "I promise I don't mind. It's, uh... Erotic." Then he lowered his hand, trailing his finger down my throat. "This area is to show your submission." And his hand moved to the back. "This is for my dominance." His hand eventually made his way to my shoulder, just at the base of my neck. Right where I'd bit him. "And this is for losing control. I promise, I do not mind. Bite as hard as you want, baby. I only wish I could return the favor." Only then did he extract himself from my body.
"What if I'm not into being bit?" I teased.
Pulling off the condom to dispose of it, he smiled back at me. "Then we won't bite you. We can't anyway. No exposure."
So I flicked a finger at the condom. "I think I need to be a wolf."
Ian just dropped that in the trash, then turned to grab me a towel. "Not a good reason," he said. "You have an entire pack to guard you. You do not 'need' to be one of us. I will not allow anyone to turn you because of that."
"What if I want to?" I