His mouth closed over one peak—no gentleness in it, his teeth cutting around the sensitive flesh before he groaned and sucked deep and hard until my hips jerked in response. Until my scent coated his skin.
I wrestled the shirt off and tossed it somewhere and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Food forgotten. Water forgotten.
I had to have him.
I reached between us and gripped his cock—hard, warm, smooth. I pumped once. Twice. By the third stroke he was groaning against my breast. I rose on my knees and guided him to my entrance.
It was a miracle I wasn’t aching after days of this—but that was Bad Girl’s gift. Her bloodline. Her resilience running through both of us.
I began to sink down his length. His hands on my hips slowed the descent considerably.
His head fell back. His eyes found mine.
“Mine,” he growled.
Not a question. A statement. A claiming.
In this room that smelled entirely of us—that singular, irreplaceable scent that only he could produce, layered into every surface, every breath—and that feral gold burning in his eyes.
I saw what he was searching for.
My answer was to take his head in both hands and turn it—slow, deliberate—exposing his neck.
Bad Girl knew.
She was ready.
We sank our fangs deep into his flesh.
His groan was low and long. He slammed my hips down and drove his own up until I felt the heat of his knot press against me.
Yes.
It felt right to taste his blood mixed with his scent. Right to sit above him like a queen with his fingers biting into my flesh.
Mine. Ours. Alpha.
Chapter 49
Conrí
Her bite shook me to my core.
Sudden. Violent. It described my mate in so many ways.
She chose us.
Her teeth were still embedded in my neck and I didn’t care. I adjusted my feet for grip and began to drive my hips upward, holding her steady as I pumped into her.
The last of the heat would carry us through the bond.
It couldn’t fracture. Not now. Not after she bit first.
Her breasts grazed my chest as I moved. The low moan that left her didn’t loosen her grip by a fraction.
Kael was frantic—pressing, urging, desperate for us to bite back and complete it. Not yet. I held him.
