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She’s gone a little boneless from her orgasm.
I lift her off my cock and let my jeans hit the floor.
I step out of them as I carry her into the lounge.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my word,” I tell her, as I lay her down on fluffy rug by the shuttered windows.
I take off the rest of my clothes, tossing them on the floor.
My claws are still sharp, and I use them to cut her out of the pretty purple dress.
It’s nice, but it’s nowhere near as nice as the naked body hidden beneath the layers of silk and lace.
I cut the sleeves to free her completely of its confines, and she gives me a wry smile.
“You know that’s Noah’s favorite dress, right?”
“I didn’t know you let Noah wear your clothes.”
She laughs. “You know what I mean.”
“I’ll buy you another one. Another dozen. A hundred. I’ll buy you anything you want.”
I kneel down in front of her and kiss her stomach.
“All I asked for was a drop of blood,” she reminds me.
“I’ll give you that too,” I tell her.
I kiss my way up her chest, heading to the sweet spot on her throat. She moans softly when I kiss the mark I made there. A mark doesn’t always make a shifter feel this good, but a mark given by a mate always does. She leans back and I run my tongue over that hyper-sensitive place, listening to her breathing quicken and her heartbeat racing faster.
Her nipples get harder. Her body gets tenser.
All because I claimed her as mine.
She gasps suddenly and I keep licking while she comes under my touch, shock in her big dark eyes that I’ve touched nothing but her mark to make this happen.
“Oh, my Goddess,” she murmurs, her cheeks flushing under her make-up.
She gazes at me when I stop touching her there. “How did you know that would…”
“I didn’t,” I admit. “I just wanted to keep licking and kissing you where I marked you.”
“I had no idea,” she says. “But you forgot about…”
“I didn’t forget,” I tell her. “We’re not done.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cheryl
I’mshakyashellas Everett slides his thick cock back inside me. His wolf is still so close to the surface that his claws won’t go away. His teeth are still sharp, and he keeps gazing at my mark hungrily, as if he wants to make another.
I run my hands over his muscular back as I look up at him. “Does it mean anything if wolves mark each other more than once?”
He growls, and that confirms it. It’s definitely where his thoughts are.
“One mark is all we need. Anything else shows a serious lack of control.”
