Page 19 of Sass Me Again

He leaned in and licked that special spot on her neck, grazing it with his teeth. The sound of the needy moan that escaped her lips drove him over the edge. He pulled back before striking, his fangs sinking deep into her artery.

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Emily swore she felt her soul leave her body the moment Ian’s fangs pierced the delicate skin of her neck. The raw pleasure shooting through her made her body break apart at the seams and left her wondering if their mating was nothing more than the sweetest of deaths that would send her straight to Heaven.

Ian didn’t stop or even slow his forceful thrusts, slamming his cock deep and quickly retreating before repeating his moves. Her limbs shook as she floated high above, stuck in what seemed to be an endless loop of pleasure.

Ian’s memories flooded her mind, overwhelming her. The torture she had inflicted on him over the years struck her hard. She had never realized how her actions affected him, how he had pulled away from friends and family because she had rejected him. As his mate, she had refused him. His wolf had been on the brink of giving up more than once. Yet, somehow, Ian had managed to convince him that they would claim her. No matter what it took.

Tears streamed down her face as she felt the sorrow Ian had buried in his heart. The pain that had stung his soul scorched hers. The constant need and yearning for her played on a never-ending, heartbreaking loop. He had lived in the depths of Hell, all because of her.

Her wolf whined in her mind, pulling her back to the present. The animal nudged her to atone for mistreating their mate. They needed to make him realize that the games were over—done—finished. He would never feel unwanted again.

She sighed as his fangs slipped from her neck. He licked the spot, healing it instantly. Allowing her wolf to take over, she flipped Ian onto his back and straddled him. The surprise on his face was evident. Her gums itched as her fangs lengthened.

“Take him. Now!” her wolf demanded.

Ian turned his neck to the side, offering himself up to his mate.

Emily didn’t think twice. She struck. Hard and fast, his blood coating her mouth and throat.

A deep, guttural groan flew from Ian as his hips lifted off the bed, driving his cock deeper into her heat. His movements came quicker, somehow, harder than before. His arms snaked around Emily, holding her tight as she continued to drink her fill.

The animalistic act would have horrified her human side if it weren’t for her wolf demanding they complete the mating ritual. She imagined a flickering flame spreading warmth through her body as she connected with Ian more intensely than she had ever imagined possible. Their bodies came together as lovers are meant to, while their hearts forged together as one. His heartbeat became her heartbeat—perfectly in sync. Suddenly, the soothing heat began to burn, racing toward her soul. Emily had always considered herself a whole person. Complete. All that changed when she felt the missing piece of her soul connect and become one. In that moment, she had no doubt that the Fates had created Ian for her and she for him.

Emily’s canines slipped from Ian’s neck, and she ran her tongue over the puncture wound as he had done to her.

“Wow!” she gasped as the skin knitted itself back together before her eyes.

“Pretty cool, right?” Ian slowed his pace, making love to her as if he had all the time in the world, and as far as she was concerned, they did. They had missed so much time together because of what her family had put her through.

“I feel like I need to apologize and beg for your forgiveness,” Emily said as she kissed and nibbled slowly on Ian’s lips.

“If this is how you intend to apologize, I’m all for it, love.” Ian drew his hips back, pulling his cock from her heat before slowly working each thick inch back into her, tugging a moan deep from her throat.

“I’m seri⁠—”

“Shhhhh.” Ian pulled out to the tip and slammed back inside of her warmth, twisting his hips, going as deep as possible.

“Oh!” Emily gasped, running her fingers through Ian’s hair as the tingles of another climax began to build. Before she knew it, she was panting for breath as waves of pure pleasure rocked her body.

“I love you,” Ian whispered as he fell to his side and pulled her next to him.

“I love you,” Emily smiled as she started to nod off.

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Ian’s knuckles rapped against the imposing wooden door of the Alpha’s home. Emily swallowed the lump that seemed to be stuck in her throat as her heart raced, knowing the confrontation that was about to come. She squeezed her mate’s hand, making sure her grip was nice and tight. Panic and a healthy bit of fear raced through her body as the door opened, revealing the Alpha of Black Paw Pack.

“Ian. It’s been a while. What can I do for you?” Rafe asked with a grin. He stepped back and waved them into his home. “I see you found your mate.”

“I did. This is Emily. That’s what I—we wanted to talk to you about,” Ian said as he followed Rafe to his office.

“It’s nice to meet you, Emily. You know you don’t need my approval. Besides, judging by the scent on both of you, your mating is complete and official.” Rafe ushered them into his office. “So, what’s up?” Rafe asked as he took a seat behind his desk.

Emily’s heart skipped a beat. Quite possibly two, as Ian glanced her way. She could feel the raw power and magic flowing from the Alpha. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her wolf whined in her mind.

“Okay, guys. Just spill it. Whatever you have to tell me can’t possibly be that bad.”