Page 132 of Shifting Spirits


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“What’s wrong?” Rachel asks.

“Rachel, I need to be inside you,” I admit, not willing to voice the second part.

It’s too fucking crazy. She wears Adrian’s mark where he bit her to save her.

She doesn’t need to be covered in bites from her Beta, just because he’s freaking out.

She reaches between my legs and opens my jeans, tugging my cock out.

“So be inside me, Silas,” she whispers, leaning forward to kiss my throat.

Apollo, I want her to mark me, too.

What the hell is happening to me?

I tug her panties aside and push into her. She’s not as soaked as she usually is, but she’s wet.

She leans her head back against the wall, letting out a low moan.

I rock my hips into her, my depraved brain telling me she wants to be bitten.

Why would she expose her throat like that, offering it in invitation?

Fuck, Silas. Calm the hell down. She’s your mate. You don’t to prove it with a mark.

But I fucking want to. I want the world to know she’s mine.

I want the world to know I’m hers.

I groan at the thought of sinking my sharp teeth into her smooth throat.

I kiss her neck, trying to keep it together even while she grinds against me, letting my cock sink deeper into her tight pussy. The sweet scent of her arousal deepens, and the temptation to mark her grows.

I let my teeth graze her throat lightly, feeling her walls tightening around my shaft as I tease her with the possibility of being marked, satisfying my urge without doing something I could never take back.

We’ve never even talked about marking each other.

I don’t know if she’s ever heard of mating marks.

She sucks in a breath when move up and nibble her earlobe.

“Silas, I think I might come,” she murmurs, her eyes widening.

I feel it when it hits. She comes on my cock, tightening around it and pressing her lips together to keep from crying out. She looks so perfect with that sexy, flushed look on her face. I thrust a little deeper, burying my length inside her as I start to come.

“Oh, Goddess!” she whispers.

She’s still pressed against the wall, and I’m still buried inside her when Adrian comes running down the hall, so fast he almost passes us before he sees us. I reluctantly stuff my dick back inside my jeans and button them up. I fix Rachel’s panties and help her to get back on her feet.

Adrian frowns at us. “Were you two just fucking?”

“I had ‘do it in a haunted house’ on my bucket list,” I tell him.

Rachel snorts. I smile at her.

“You do realize there’s a poltergeist around here, and the Dark Lord could appear at any moment?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to claim our mate knowing what we’re about to go up against.”

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