Page 62 of Plus-Size Bullied Mate

Hunter moves upward, hands sliding along my body with quiet reverence. The way he looks me over sends a thrill down my spine, unable to hide just how much it excites me.

His blue eyes are darker now, and his focus is almost predatory while he presses in close again and finds my lips in a deep, slow kiss.

I melt into it immediately, arms wrapping around his waist. Like this, I can feel just how coiled up he is, having held back his base instincts for as long as possible.

Unlike before, there’s something even more intense burning inside him, and I can sense how close it is to snapping.

As he drags the kiss out, Hunter makes a low sound in his chest, then he grabs my thighs and props my legs up.

Another hard shudder moves through me the moment his heat engulfs me, body pressed against mine, while his skin feels hot enough to burn. He’s reaching new levels of desire I haven’t seen from him yet, and it’s both unnerving and thrilling all at once.

“I need you, Tessa,” he murmurs against my lips before finding my neck again. His hips idly rock against mine in slow, impatient rolls while he breathes me in. “I need my mate.”

Mate.

I don’t know what it is about the way he says it, but it flares something new inside me, too, and I almost feel like I might implode if I don’t have him.

On the same wavelength now, I cradle his jaw in both hands and press our foreheads together. “Take me…”

His eyes flood with a feral gleam, and he brushes against me once more before slowly sinking into me, hands gripping my hips tightly. He groans and tries to hold himself back, obviously not wanting to go too fast.

The feeling of my body stretching to accommodate him tears a breathless sound from me immediately, and I arch, fingers gripping his back harder.

Hunter groans and fills me as much as he can, one arm bracketing the side of my head while the other holds me in place. He curses under his breath, caught between man and beast in a completely new way for him.

“Tessa…” he murmurs, both strained and keening for more.

No response reaches my mind the moment he withdraws his hips, then slides back into me with the most erotic sound falling from his lips.

His hard body is taut with tension, rippling with the need to take as much as he can, yet he won’t give in completely. Not yet, anyway.

I moan as he builds up a pace, knowing he’s caught between kissing my lips and wanting to taste more of my skin. Each thrust feels like being hit with pure ecstasy, given how deeply he reaches from this angle.

Jaw slack and head tipped back, I don’t bother holding back with the storm as my cover. Instead, I hold on tight, riding out the intensity coursing between us. The pounding rain drowns out the way the bed creaks subtly, and the winds mask each time his name escapes me.

Hunter rocks into me with increased speed and desperation, staying close and not leaving any opportunity for me to escape now. Not while he’s wild with this unpredictable lust and needing to release it more than anything.

“You were made for me… and I was made to give you everything,” he growls against my neck, teeth grazing my skin while he ruts inside me, so deep now that nothing could erase this claim.

His body ripples with tension while the threads of his restraint snap, breath lightly fanning against my pulse point. His nose presses against me, and he pulls in a deep breath before settling at the junction where my neck and shoulder meet.

I shudder, able to feel the intent behind this new fascination of his. I know exactly what he wants, regardless of how primal it may be.

He wants to mark me, and to show every wolf who might glance in my direction that I’m inexplicably his. It’s the kind of claim that brooks no argument, and one that will stay with me for the rest of my life.

That thought should bring me pause, but right now, while I can feel him hitting every perfect spot inside me, sending unfiltered bliss through my system, it’s exactly what I want.

Hunter groans when he breathes me in again. “Say I can… please.”

Something about that pained tone of his nearly undoes me completely. I’ve never heard him like this before, and just knowing he’s so desperate for this because of me makes it all the more appealing.

“Yes,” I tell him, panting softly while he moves with such urgency that I have to cling to him just to keep up. “Do it… mark me.”

My permission causes a ripple of excitement to move through him, and with an almost agonizing sound, Hunter pins me against the mattress more completely.

With the crashing thunder to hide us, he finds that place he likes most on my shoulder, and he bites down without hesitation.

My breath hitches from the feeling of his teeth sinking into me, along with an immediate rush of pain. But right behind it, pleasure follows, and they collide somewhere in the middle. At first, it’s too much, and my body doesn’t know what to do with it. Then, it hits me.