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I do. And because it really isn’t all that far for Rafael’s personal territory after all, I press my palms to his chest. “Can you wait a little longer?”
His eyes are still a blazing gold. Oh, yeah. The moon fever’s got its claws in him andgood.
How did I ever think I’d survive tonight without finally bonding myself to this magnificent male?
He tilts his chin up at me. “How much longer?”
My tongue darts out, licking my bottom lip. “Depends?”
“Yeah? On what?”
“On how long it takes for you to catch me.”
It takes him a second to understand what I meant. Probably because West thinks he’s dreaming, that Helene Dupuis would never lead him on such a chase, but if that’s the case? Then he forgot all about what it was like when were still together.
Shifters love to run, but shifter males? They crave the chase.
In a flurry of material, I go from my skin to my fur. Because he wasn’t expecting it, West has to knock away the scraps of fabric before it dawns on him that I’m already getting away. My blonde fur rustles from the renewed wind that signals the force of his shift, but I’m already pouring on the speed.
I just had to make sure he was chasing me first.
It’s an old shifter game. So long as both agree, if the male catches the female, he gets to mount her. The second he starts after me, I know West is playing the same game. With the Luna over our head, spurring us to get as far away from Gravetail territory before we shift back to our skin, we run off into the night.
West knows instinctively when to end the chase. All shifters have an innate sense when one territory begins and another ends. About twenty minutes after we leave the outskirts of Darkwoods behind us, he’s still chase me through a dark forest of closely grown oaks when, suddenly, he launches himself at me.
The moment his wolf tackles mine, bringing me to the dirt, I shift to skin. West does the same, his naked human skin almost burning against mine. We roll together, part laughing, part whooping, until we end up just the way I thought we would.
I’m on my hands and knees. West is at my back, the head of his cock already slipping through the moisture at the entrance to my pussy. To claim me, he’ll have to grip himself and shove it in.
But he doesn’t. Not yet, anyway.
“Say no,” he pants, his palm a brand on my hip. “If you don’t want me… if you’re not choosing this… say no.”
I never will tell him ‘no’ again.
Arching my back out to him, I whisper, “Yes.”
One push. One push and he’s full seated inside of me. He begins rocking immediately, but I’m not ready to wait.
I need something else first.
“Mark me,” I pant.
Gripping me by my waist, holding on just tight enough to keep me from skidding on the dirty without reminding me of the feral keeping me in the same position, West continues to thrust—but he doesn’t move his mouth down near my flesh.
I need him to. “Please, West.” That’s part of the ceremony. One of us has to mark the other, and while I’ll get him next, my wolf needs him to mark me first.
Even if we both know why he’s hesitating...
Bracing my weight on one elbow, I grope behind me, trying to find his back. He’s sweaty so he’s slippery, but I still try to guide him down.
“But… you already… I already did.”
“Then do it again.” I pause, groaning under my breath as his latest stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through me. “I want you to this time.”
That’s all I have to say.
Sinking his fangs right in the mark on my throat, giving me a bite that I begged for instead of one I never wanted, West bucks into me at the same time. He removes his fangs just in time to throw back his head and howl as he finishes inside of me.
