Page 48 of Taste of His Skin

“Okay.” Taking my hands from his, swiveling my hips just enough to entice my mate, I head for the door.

When I don’t hear footsteps behind me, I glance over my shoulder. Aleks—suave, gentile Aleksander Filan—is still standing there, pants and underwear around his ankles, blood-red eyes gazing ravenously at my ass.

I smile at him. “What? Aren’t you coming?”

Probably not the best choice of words since he already has a bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock. Not only did he really want me to say yes, but now that I have, he looks like he’s seconds away from nutting.

I crook my finger at him. Better hurry because I don’t want to waste a single drop. It all belongs to me, and by the end of tonight, the whole world will know it.

He kicks off his clothes so that he’s as naked as I am. Taking a tentative step toward me, as though he’s the predator and I’m the prey he’s worried about scaring off, he gives his cock a quick stroke to tame the beast. “And you’re sure, ksiezyca? You said it yourself. We can bond me to you anywhere.”

Am I sure?

“What do you think?” I ask.

Then, before he can answer, I slide open the door and pad out onto the balcony in my bare feet. The iron railing is a perfect height for me to lean my elbows up against it, arch out my back, and present my ass to Aleks.

Within seconds, the chill of his body replaces the late April breeze against my bare skin. He bows his over mind, covering me completely. With a quick yet gentle shove, he swoops my hair over my shoulder, baring my neck to him.

I know why, too. As soon as the mating begins, it won’t be complete until he’s marked me.

“Come on Aleks,” I whisper, my voice carrying over the still night air. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

That whisper is the last time I’m quiet during our mating. With a gentle kiss pressed to the side of my throat, Aleks shifts his weight behind me, then begins to guide his cock inside of me.

I don’t know how many times we’ve mated since we got together. As a shifter, I prefer it to be hard and fast, though everything Aleks does feels amazing. There’s something different about the way he’s entering me tonight, though. Like it’s the fist time all over again, and he wants to make it magical.

Screw that.

Keeping one arm braced against the railing so that I don’t lose this position, I reach behind me. Borrowing my wolf’s claws for a second, I jab Aleks in the ass. My vampire growls—actuallygrowls—and slams the rest of the way home.

Ah. Finally.

After that, it’s just what I dreamed my mating night would be. It’s a frenzy of lust and need, love and promise, with my blood and Alek’s blood mingling with the sweat and fluids of our mating. The railing trembles as he pistons into me from behind, but I have no worry that our vigorous fucking is going to take the whole balcony down. Even if it did? My mate would find a way to shield me.

He always has. And, now that we’re about to be fully bonded, I know he always will.

That’s why I’m not surprised when he changes our positions. He has his back against the railing, putting himself between me and any possible drop, as he hefts me up, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist as he slams his cock back inside me again.

We’re face to face now, staring into each other’s eyes as we work toward our forever. And if that makes it easier for Aleks to take a few sips from me before he pushes my head toward his own throat, begging me to bite him back, that’s one big coincidence, I’m sure.

The whole time I can’t help but think about how… howrightthis is.Aleks is mating me with the moon up above, and Muncie down below. Though it’s an urban city and it’s never really quiet—especially in this part of the downtown area—it’s almost like we’re the only two souls around. All I can hear is the slapping sounds of our bodies meeting, my shouts of pleasure as I get closer and closer, and Aleks murmuring my name over and over again. Not even my pet name, either. My given name.

Elizabeth, take me. Just like that. Yes, always like that…

You’ll always be mine, Elizabeth…

Bite me, Elizabeth. Taste me. Take my blood...

I could live off of yours forever, Elizabeth…

I love you, Elizabeth…

It’s as though he wants to hammer home the point that he knows exactly who he’s with, and exactly who his beloved is.

And that’s Elizabeth Howell, and I thank the Luna every fucking day that she gave this male to me.

He’s already brought me to come twice, between penetrating me and reaching between our bodies, stroking my clit as he increases his pace to match the way he’s circling my little nub. He lasted longer than I thought he would, considering how turned on he was when he got home—as if the Luna was affecting him as much as she was me—so I’m not surprised when he follows close on the heels of my second climax.

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