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Pulling away from his embrace, I slip my hands between us, reaching from the hem of his shirt. When I start to yank it upward, Ryker circles my wrist with his hands, pausing me.
From the way I feel his fingers trembling against my skin, I know it’s taking everything in him not to help me fling off his shirt. The moon will be riding him just as hard, and while our separation was rough on the both of us, knowing that Walker’s endgame was to split us up probably has Ryker’s wolf desperate to prove that I’m his mate. After all, I know I won’t feel whole until he’s buried deep inside of me.
In a low voice, meant only for me, he says, “We have an audience.”
I sense my eyes going the color of molten lava as I glance up at my mate through the fringe of my lashes. “So?” I don’t bother to keep my voice down. “If they want to be within earshot, they’re responsible for what they hear. It’s the full moon. You’re my mate. If they don’t want to hear me fucking you, they can get the hell out. You’re mine, Ryker. I’m yours. You think I give a shit if we have an audience?”
It’s never stopped us before. The first time either of us mated, we did it outside, for Luna’s sake. We’re wolves. Mating is, at its core, a biological urge. Whoever’s out there—whether it’s Theo, Christian, or any other wolf who thinks he’s male enough to tame me—had to have known I’d want to reconnect with Ryker. Knowing they’re out there isn’t about to stop me.
Unless Ryker isn’t down with the public display…
He’s never had a problem before. We’ve mated in the back alley behind Charlie’s where any supe in hearing range would’ve known we were at it; in Muncie, the vamps probably curled their lips and thought, Wolves, before going on their way. We christened my Jeep when we couldn’t wait to make it back to the townhouse before our wild natures took us over. The Fang City park. The trees in Accalia. Every freaking room in the Alpha’s cabin besides the den.
But this is the Wolf District. An enemy Alpha’s territory. Walker’s already played his hand, letting us know he plans on breaking up our mating no matter what he has to offer us. We might have refused him so far, but I guess I can see how flaunting our mating in his face by spending the night of the Luna fucking Ryker like we’re bunnies is probably not the best idea.
Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have allowed Ryker to come see me when the Luna’s pull is so damn irresistible.
Not that I’m complaining. And if my mate decides we should focus on taking care of Walker instead of our own urges, I get it. It’s fine. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin with the urge to jump him, but not if he thinks we should wait.
He still hasn’t said anything.
My wrists go limp. The hem of his shirt slips out from between my fingers.
“Okay. I get it. I can hold off if you can—”
In one fluid motion, Ryker replaces my grip on his shirt with his before tugging it over his head.
“I never said I could. I just wanted you to be aware that, when I claim you tonight, it’s not just Walker’s sentry who’s gonna hear it. I’m going to make sure this whole fucking place knows your mine.”
Ryker’s chest is heaving. My marks on his skin seem to glimmer in the light of the cabin—or maybe that’s just me. His wolf is peering at me through his gaze, looking at me like I’m a freaking steak and he hasn’t eaten in weeks.
That’s okay. I’m starving.
“You talk tough, big man,” I tease. I’m panting a little in anticipation, rising up on my tiptoes as if I can’t get any closer to him. “Prove it.”
“Gladly.”
He’s an alpha wolf. I should’ve known better than to dare him—and maybe I did. Within seconds, I’ve forgotten about anyone else except for my gorgeous mate. He makes it easy by stripping down to nothingness before helping me shuck off my clothes.
There’s a bed somewhere behind us. Do I care? Not even a little. As soon as we’re both naked, I place my hands on Ryker’s shoulders, leaping up until my legs are wrapped securely around his waist. His warm, callused hands support my bare as easily as I press my tits against his chest.
His thick, heavy erection is stuck between us. It sprang to life as soon as he freed it from his jeans, so I know he’s as ready as I am. I’m sopping wet, my body crying out for him, but when I shimmy into the perfect position to let my powerful mate nail me, I slow down a little. As he watches me unblinkingly, a rumble in his chest making me feel like I’m vibrating, I reach between us to position his cock against the opening of my pussy, but I don’t sink down on him.
Ryker wants to claim me? I swallow my dominant urge as I realize that I’m perfectly okay with that.
In a throaty voice, I order, “Make me yours. Again.”
One month ago, I told him to mark me. Some mates do it with a bite. Others unleash a claw, slicing gently in a place that has meaning to the bonded pair. Not us. When I finally gave Ryker free rein to mark a part of me as his, he used four claws to rip a tear around the curve of my throat and down past my collarbone. It was a blatant mark of possession, and Ryker’s way of making sure every fucking person I ever met knew I belonged to him.
Shifters are a strange race. If anyone else was ever able to cut me like that, my reaction would be to gut them next or—like I did to Ryker—go for their heart. But knowing it was a way for Ryker to show me how desperate he was to mark me as his, I relished in the pain and the long, white scars that he left behind.
Now, trapped in dangerous territory, perfectly aware that there really is no such thing as privacy here, I give him permission to do it again.
As Ryker jerks his hips, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me, I moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. It’s so good, so right, and I’m just about to start riding him when he opens his mouth wide.
Out of the corner of my blissed-out eyes, I notice his canines are extended. Before I can understand why, he pulls his cock part way out of me before slamming back home—right as he sinks his fangs into my shoulder.
My scream starts out high-pitched before turning throaty. Ryker didn’t just make me his by mating me during the height of the Luna. Oh, no. He just gave me a second claiming mark as if to prove that nothing—and no one—can separate us.
