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I didn’t feel myself moving. I didn’t even realize the thought had crossed my mind until I was doing it. My lips pressed to his, my legs somehow now wrapped around his waist as I sat in his lap in the chair.
His hands gripped me at the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I could feel the bond taking over, not an ounce of fight left in either of us to resist.
My hips rocked against his, the hardened bulge of his pants rubbing against me. I moaned against his mouth; the motion, giving him a free invitation to explore inside. As his tongue delved into my mouth, I was consumed by the overwhelming sweetness of his scent, reminiscent of the night I first set foot in the packhouse.
“Brady,” I gasped as his hips thrusted up into mine. My body was burning beneath the clothes between us, my hands pulling and ripping at the fabric of his shirt as he yanked at mine. Both of us were in a battle to see who could undress the other first. Neither of us gave in to the other, not even at the sound of ripping fabric as we both tore the other’s shirt from our bodies.
I gasped as my hands touched his skin; heat radiated from him like fire in a fireplace. My hands ran along his chest, our lips colliding once more in a frantic kiss as our hips moved together in time. Shocks of pleasure caressed my core against him, an ache in my stomach growing as I yearned for more.
“Fuck, Tinkerbell,” Brady moaned, his hands gripping my hips tight. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”
The nickname didn’t faze me. If anything, the sound of it from his lips sent thrills of pleasure coursing through me. It would have easily confused me if I had not already fallen lost in the moment. I nipped at his lips as my hands moved between us to the buttons of his jeans. “Then don’t.”
Those two words were all he needed to hear as he gave into the beast inside. I felt the call of his wolf to my own, our bodies and minds beginning to meld together as one.
Brady lifted me in the air as he stood, my back landing softly against the desk as papers and books scattered to the ground with a sweep of his arm. He leaned over me, his breath warm against my neck as he breathed in my scent, teasing the tender skin where his mark belonged. His tongue traced warm circles there, his hands undoing my jeans before lifting my hips to pull them down my legs.
Only at that moment did Brady straighten his body, pulling my pants off with a swift yank of fabric and tossing them into the bookcase behind him. His eyes devoured my bare skin, leaving traces of fire in veins everywhere he looked. I could feel my heart quicken as his fingers hooked around the edge of my panties and gently pulled them down, revealing me entirely to him.
I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle the gasp from my lips. It was my first time. Despite being well past the age of experience, I never encountered someone with whom I was willing to venture this far. There would never be anyone else for me but Brady - I craved the sights, the sounds, the feel of being with him, and I knew I had found my forever.
Every sense was heightened, as if the world had suddenly become more vibrant and alive. I could feel every touch of his hand along my thighs, my hips, my neck. I wanted more of him. I needed every inch of his body pressed against mine, and I could feel the same need radiating from him for me.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned down between us, his lips pressed against my inner thigh as he moved towards the apex of my legs. “Indescribably beautiful.”
“Brady,” I moaned as he moved closer to my center, his lips and teeth leaving trails of fire and ice in his wake. My entire body shook with anticipation of his final destination. My legs tightened instinctively, Brady’s hand holding them apart as his mouth hovered over my tender skin.
“Tell me now to stop. Tell me while I can still force myself away if you aren’t truly ready,” he breathed.
I groaned, my body arching as my hands reached down to his fiery hair. “No,” I growled and pulled him into me.
His grip on my legs tightened, his tongue lapping at my sex with a growl of pleasure. I fell back against the table, my hands buried into his hair as his tongue traced along my slit to my clit. Shockwaves ran through me as the tip of his tongue flicked the tender bud of nerves. My entire body tensed, and my toes curled as he repeated the action in a pattern before biting down gently and sending me completely over the edge.
“Brady!” I cried out in a single breath. My chest rose and fell as I tried to fill my lungs back, confused by the sudden climax he had brought on. “How?” I gasped out as he rose over me, his hands on his zipper.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Tinkerbell,” he said with a smirk. “We’re just getting started.”
His jeans dropped to the ground; the full length of his dick now exposed to me. I gasped, my heart racing once again.
“Yes,” I moaned to him, feeling the heat radiating from his pulsating member in his hand.
With a deep smile, I watched him line himself up to my entrance, my body burning and aching for him. Slowly, he slid deep inside me. I arched my back as I felt myself stretch around him and moaned out his name, unintelligible.
His hips began to thrust in and out, his pace quickening as he went deeper and deeper each time. My eyes hooded with the pleasure; my lips parted on hoarse moans as he leaned forward to swallow them all.
I heard the desk scraping across the floor as his mouth started moving down my jaw and over my shoulder to where the intense burning was forming. My body craved his mark just as much as it craved to leave mine on him in return.
“I can’t hold back,” Brady moaned against my ear, a warning that my body was all too aware of.
Echoes of the climax from before vibrated through my body, feeding into the next. My teeth itched as they extended, my body tightening around Brady’s as the fire inside me burned hotter than before.
Instincts told me what was happening. Desires intensified those instincts to drive me on.
My mouth fell open on a final moan just as I leaned up and sank my teeth into his shoulder, my mark burning into his flesh and through the veins to his heart. At that same moment, a stinging mix of pain and pleasure rippled from my shoulder just as Brady sank his teeth, marking me.
And with that, we were bound forever. No turning back. No regrets. No more choices. Not unless I chose to run.
Suddenly, the idea of being bound to Brady felt frightening. Far more than it had been before, because now it was final. He had marked me. There was no getting rid of a mate’s mark once it was complete, and there was no way of going back and changing the choice I had just made.
