He leaned down to kiss the spot, then opened his mouth wider, letting a partialshift of his teeth come through. He clamped down on the spot. Sharp teeth broke the skin. I cried out in surprise. It wasn’t that it really hurt, just stung.
I waited for him to lick the bite and swallow my blood before nuzzling where I’d chosen to put my bite. My little quokka teeth, designed for ripping leaves, not flesh, easily slid into Imri. The burst of his blood on my tongue cemented our bond.
Once I’d sealed it, I leaned back, content just to stare at my mate. He followed me, pressing his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss.
Before I knew it, I was stretched out on the bed with Imri above me.
“I really want to take my time with you. Are you working early tomorrow?” I shook my head. “Good, because you’re not leaving this bed until we’re both completely wrung out. That might take some time.”
He went to work then, kissing and sucking marks all over my body.
“These freckles drive me wild.” He kissed along my shoulders, making fresh marks on my collarbone. He nipped my throat, driving me out of my mind with need.
Each time I tried to touch him, he batted my hands away. “My turn to play. You can have a turn next time.”
“Promise?”
“I swear it.”
Imri worked his way down my body, teasing my hole while sucking on each of my balls, then mouthing at my cock. I wanted to fuck into his throat when he finally took the tip into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I whined.
He sucked while his fingers slid into my wet hole. I was so ready for him to fill me up. I could tell he was close to breaking.
“Need you,” Imri ground out just moments before he pushed inside me, his thick cock stretching me open.
I made a strangled noise as he began to thrust. His arms came around me, holding me tightly. All I could focus on were the emotions through our mate connection and the incredible feeling of Imri inside me, hitting all the best spots.
We clung to each other, kissing, just sharing breath, while Imri set a steady pace, pushing his cock deep inside me. In and then nearly all the way out, a smooth glide from all the slickI’d made when he sucked me and worked me open for him.
My fingers dug deep into his shoulders when I reached my peak, the friction of his abs on my dick sending me over the edge.
He came soon after, his knot grew and pulsed with his orgasm, sending aftershocks through me.
Imri turned us carefully. “I’ll get you something to drink in a minute, okay?”
I nodded, perfectly content. We had the chemistry to burn up the sheets, for sure. We’d figure everything else out in time.
Sure enough, Imri doted on me as soon as his knot went down. Then it was my turn to play.
Exploring his body was fun. I’d never had an alpha who would let me tease his hole in return. I used my slick to ease two fingers inside him at the same time as sucking the head of his cock.
“Fuck, Sully! I’m gonna come if you keep… ah!”
I giggled once I’d swallowed his come at the expression on his face. “That, my mate, is your prostate,” I declared.
He pounced, pinning me to the bed. “Oh, you’re a cheeky thing, aren’t you?”
Nineteen
Sully
Weendedupshiftingto sleep on a few clean blankets on the floor, too tired to get clean sheets for the bed after a night of amazing sex. Perhaps not the most romantic of ways to end a bonding night, but going nose to nose with my dingo mate was thrilling. After all these years of people dismissing me, telling me I’d made it up, the jeers of “dingo boy” ringing in my ears, this was my vindication.
Not only had there been a dingo in the woods, there was one there again. Even better, he was my fated mate. He’d never put those sharp teeth to use in harming me, only protecting.
When we’d shifted, my little hindbrain had been petrified of breathing too deeply and making Imri attack, completely forgetting it went against our bond to do so. No, my dingo was a little puppy for me. He playfully licked myface, sniffed me all over, then curled around me to sleep for the rest of the night.
