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She moves up and down my shaft, her eyes closed, and soft, muffled moans making the sensation even more difficult to ignore. I do not wish for the first time I fill my mate with my cum to be while she is tasting my cock. Unfortunately, I do not seem to be getting much of a choice in that matter, because she shows no signs of slowing down.
I stroke the sides of her face until she looks up at me.
That euphoric expression she wears when she does is enough to push me over the edge.
It is too late to stop now. I spill into her mouth and her eyes widen as she realizes what is happening.
I try to back away and she stops me, pulling me back with her hands and closing her eyes as her head bobs in place. She’s swallowing. Several times. Drinking down every drop before she frees my cock from her mouth. She gasps in a breath and beckons me to lay down with her.
I am powerless to refuse.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lita
Scarseemsshockedashe lays down with me, sharing the pillow and moving his head to get the angle right when I ask him to kiss me. I know exactly what I want and how I want it. He’s too big to kiss me while he claims me, and he won’t be able to mark me while he claims me, unless I let him mark my wrist.
That’s not enough for me.
I want his mark on my throat, where it belongs.
I want all of them to mark me there, to show I belong to them.
Our kiss is messy and passionate, little bites and licks interspersed with deeper, toe-curling breath-stealing moments that make my heart-race and my whole body tingle with anticipation.
This is it. I’m with my mates, and I’m about to claim the first of them as mine.
Mine. Goddess, that feels good.
These men belong to me, and we’re about to make it official.
In the shifter world, mating bonds are a forever deal.
It means so much more to take a mate than it does to marry someone in the human world.
There’s no such thing as a ‘divorce’ where mates are concerned.
Once that bond is made, it’s never broken.
I smile at Scar as he breaks the kiss.
“I want you to mark me, before you claim me.”
He nods, and I can tell he’s asking where I want the mark when he reaches out and touches my arm.
I shake my head.
“My throat,” I tell him, bringing my fingers up to touch the spot. “Right here.”
It’s higher than where his brothers will mark me, because he’s the leader among them, and if I’m ever not around he’s the one they’ll take orders from.
He kisses me one last time before he moves his mouth to my throat.
The nip of pain I feel when his fangs sink in is swallowed quickly by a rush of pleasure initiated by the bond we’ve just made. He’s mine, and I’m his. There’s just one last step, and we’re about to take it.
It’s my last chance to slow things down.
When he moves back from my throat, I know it’s already too late.
