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“Oh, sweetheart.” Ryker’s eyes go a striking shade of amber as he kneels on the bed before moving so that he’s finally, finally between my legs. With a careful grip, he takes one of my calves in each of his hands, spreading me as wide as he needs to before placing my feet on each side of his muscular thighs. Scooting forward, tugging me closer, he pauses when the head of his cock is probing at my wet pussy. “That’s all I know how to do.”
With one quick jerk of his hips, he impales me on his hard cock. I gasp, but not from his penetration. I mean, that feels fuckingamazing, especially with the Luna spurring us on, heightening our desire, but to hear Ryker talk about how much he cares for me?
I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass. In this position, we’re as close as two people can get, with me keeping Ryker right where he belongs: with me.
“I love you.” The words come out shaky as hell, but I’ve never meant them more than I do at this very moment. “I love you so fucking much.”
As my words hit him, Ryker pulls back before slamming into me again. My back arches and he bows his body over me, darting out his tongue, playing with my nipple. He thrusts again and again, watching me squirm with an expression that I can only describe as pure satisfaction.
Then he says, “I love you, too, my Gem. My sweetheart. My mate,” and fuck if I need him to do anything else to have me coming around his cock.
That’s the first time I’ve ever heard him call me Gem, I think as the pleasure has me squeezing him so tightly that—his suddenly frantic grunts announce—he’s getting ready to follow me with his own orgasm.
This. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Though I’m feeling strangely dazed and absolutely delicious after that first climax, I lift up my hands, framing his face with my fingers.
“Mark me,” I gasp out.
Ryker blinks, as if he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
I kick his ass. He shakes his head, a little clarity coming to his glazed-over expression. Sweat is beading up along his brow, his shaggy hair flopping forward as he continues to fuck me. He’s managed to hold off on coming for a few moments more as if he suddenly remembers that this isn’t justanymating.
This is the most important mating of our lives. When I claim him, he claims me, and the Luna makes it for forever.
Ryker already wears my mark on his skin. Until I wear his, the ceremony isn’t complete. So, though it goes against everything I am as a female alpha, I look directly in his eyes, then purposely lower mine. My motions are precise. Deliberate. And when I hear his breath catching in his throat, I slowly bare mine to him.
If only this one time, I’ll be submissive. It’ll be worth it for my happily-ever-after.
I kick him again. Well. Just because I’m trying to be a little submissive, it doesn’t mean I can’t still give an order or two here.
“Mark me, Ryker. Make me yours.”
Some mates do it with a bite. Some with a careful slice where only the mate can see it. But my male?
Ryker is quick. I’ve always known that. He’s so quick, though, that he has his claws out, slashing toward my throat before the last of my command echoes past the sounds of slapping skin and a shifting bed.
If it was anyone else, my wolf would take over so that I could defend myself. But not Ryker. Not my fated mate. As he tears his claws around the curve of my neck, ripping past my collarbone, I realize that I’d lie here and let him tear out my throat and I’d never, ever stop him if that’s what he wanted to do.
Just like he let me stick my claws in his chest, reaching for his heart, and never flinch.
His claws sear my skin, my blood perfuming the air. I give my body the conscious decision to leave the wound just like it is. By tomorrow, I’ll have five jagged claw marks where anyone can see—and where everyone would know that I’ve been marked as Ryker’s mate.
As I scream out his name, falling into another orgasm right before Ryker empties himself inside of me, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming relief mingled with the immense pleasure.
It’s done. Though I couldn’t explain to you how I can tell, our bond has snapped into place. The Luna has given us her blessing and, no matter who tries to come between us now, they’re shit out of luck.
Ryker Wolfson is mine at last.
Thank the fucking Luna.
19
Something about being in our mated bed: I sleep like the dead. Worse than a freaking vamp. When I’m out, I’mout.
I’m really not so sure why. It could be because having Ryker nearby, cocooning me in his scent, is soothing to both me and my wolf. That, for the first time in my life, we can just…relax.
Then there’s Ryker’s single-minded determination to make up for the lost year when I was living in Muncie and he couldn’t find me. Since the full moon a week ago, we’ve spent more time in the bed—with him buried to the hilt inside of me—than we have anywhere else.
For all I know, he’s boning every last bit of the energy out of me, leaving me to do nothing except sleep contentedly, curled up into his side.
