Page 44 of The Werewolf’s Study Date

"Yes," I choke out, digging my fingers into his muscular shoulders. "Boone, please."

"Look at me."

I open my eyes. He's hovering above me, enormous and powerful, his jaw tight with restraint.

"I need to taste you first," he murmurs, his voice rough as sandpaper. "I need to make you come before I mark you."

Before I can answer, he slides down my body, his mouth trailing fire over my ribs, my belly, my hip bones. He pushes my knees wide, settling between my thighs, and looks up at me with those glowing gold eyes—predatory and hungry.

"Boone—"

His mouth covers my center. I cry out, my hands tangling instantly in his thick hair. He doesn't hold back. His tongue is hot, broad, and ruthless, licking into me with heavy, possessive strokes while his thumbs spread me open. Every swipe sends shocks straight to my core. He groans into my heat, drunk on my scent, his mouth working me with devastating precision. He sucks my clit, and my hips buck helplessly off the bed.

"Boone, oh God—I'm going to⁠—"

He slides two thick fingers deep inside me, curling upward, matching the relentless rhythm of his mouth. The pleasure is too much—too sharp, too intense. I shatter, a ragged scream tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashes through me, my inner muscles clamping down hard around his fingers.

He drinks every drop, growling against my slick skin, before crawling back up my body.

He's completely naked now, hard and heavy against my thigh, his shaft thick and glistening with pre-cum. He presses his forehead to mine, breathing raggedly.

"I'm losing my mind, Maisie," he rasps, grinding his hips against mine. "Tell me you're ready."

"Now, Boone. Please," I beg, wrapping my legs tight around his waist.

He lines himself up at my entrance and pushes forward in one slow, agonizingly thick thrust.

I gasp, my head falling back into the pillow as he stretches me open. He's massive, filling every corner of me until there's nothing left but him. He goes still, buried to the hilt, his muscles locked tight as he fights for control.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunts, his hands gripping my hips hard, holding me pinned. "So warm."

"Move," I whisper, digging my heels into his lower back. "Boone, move."

He pulls back and drives into me again, deep and hard.

A broken sound escapes me. He sets a brutal, primal pace, his hips snapping against mine making the bed creaks under his power, but every stroke is perfectly angled, hitting the deepest part of me over and over. I grab his arms, anchoring myself against the storm of his body, meeting him thrust for thrust.

His mouth finds my neck again. He presses his open lips against the mark point, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin while he pounds into me. The anticipation is unbearable. Every scrape of his teeth sends a jolt straight to my clit, winding the coil inside me tighter and tighter.

"Boone," I sob, clutching his back as the friction builds toward another climax. "The bite. Do it. Mark me."

He lifts his head, his eyes burning pure gold—fierce and utterly devoted. "Tell me you're mine, Maisie. Tell me you choose this."

"I'm yours," I cry out, arching my neck to give him full access. "I choose you. Bite me!"

"I love you," he roars against my throat.

"I love you⁠—"

He sinks his fangs deep into the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

A sharp, searing burst of pain flares for half a second—and then explodes into pure, molten fire. At the exact same instant, he drives into me with one final, savage thrust and comes, his hot seed flooding me while a deep, guttural roar rips from his chest.

My second orgasm detonates, tearing through every nerve ending in my body.

And then, the world shifts. The bond snaps into place. It's not a cage. It's a floodgate opening. A tidal wave of warmth rushes from the bite through my bloodstream, settling into my core, my chest, my bones. His presence crashes into mine—solid, unshakeable, fiercely protective, and overflowing with profound relief.

He seals the bite with his tongue, his saliva soothing the wound, before pulling back and licking the puncture marks clean. His heavy body collapses over mine, burying his face in my hair, his chest heaving as he holds me so tightly I can barely breathe.