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I dropped onto the bed. “Shifters sure know how to party.”
“Are you too tired?” Liam asked as he kicked off his shoes. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “There’s one more part of the ritual to do.”
I propped myself on my elbow with a flirtatious grin. “Oh? And what would that be?”
“Something to consummate our union.”
“I wonder what that could be.”
He chucked his jacket aside and pulled off his shirt, revealing planes of hard muscle that beckoned my touch. He approached the end of the bed and unlaced my boots, dropping each one to the ground while holding my gaze with a smolder that made me shiver.
“Just this,” he said as he rubbed my ankles. “And this…”
His hands roamed my shins and calves, coating me in sheer bliss. My mouth dropped open as his hands climbedhigher, tingling sensations traveling north to my slit. A familiar pinch in my core made me relax until I was lying flat on my back. My hips urgently bucked toward him, the sight of which made him chuckle huskily.
Strength like his could break through my deepest insecurities. I knew it when he swept his hands to my hips and kissed my forehead. I felt it in the way he peeled away my long-sleeve dress, the cotton drifting like liquid over my skin to reveal the lace bra and panties beneath.
Nobody made me feel sexy like Liam. I loved dressing up for him. I enjoyed the expression of pure desire he gave me when he saw the black lace, when he traced the straps of my bra with his finger, when he landed on the heart charm hanging just under my breasts at the center of the wire.
He bent forward to kiss my breast. I sighed as I stroked the back of his head, guiding his mouth to my throat. “If we’re mates, then…”
He popped up from his position to meet my gaze. “You want me to mark you?”
“Yes, Liam. If we’re mates, I want you to mark me.”
“But you can’t mark me back.”
I smiled serenely as I urged him back to my throat. “Don’t worry. I’ll find another way to protect you.”
With his warm mouth on my neck, I closed my eyes, focusing my energy on the one thing I knew to be true—real mates marked each other. That was tradition, and I wanted to participate in every tradition possible. Maybe I could use magic to mark him another day. But that wasn’t as important as bearing his bite on my throat.
Two tiny pricks of pain radiated through my throat, a magnificent feeling that made me swell with yearning. Pain like that should have made me recoil. Instead, it brought me joy. Itbrought me comfort. All I wanted at that moment was to ride him like he was mine.
Because he was mine.Allmine.
Energy swirled in my core as he gently sucked the area, heat rushing to flood his mouth. Blood—that which made my body run—flowed into him. Part of me flowed into him, something I knew would keep us connected for the rest of our lives. When he pulled back, he licked the wound, and then rose to rest his forehead against my cheek.
A guttural growl vibrated through the air, one that sounded completely different from the warning growl that came in his wolf form. This one was hungry,authoritative. It prompted me to roll to my belly with my bottom exposed to him. I arched my back while wiggling my hips, whimpering as his hand swept over my right hip.
His fingers danced beneath the lace fabric, clutching flesh every so often in a possessive fashion. His free hand traced my spine up to my neck where he applied the slightest pressure. He pinned me in place, the motion sending a wave of tingling sensations to my slit again.
His voice came laced with desire. “Are you giving yourself to me?”
I slid my panties down an inch. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
His thumb took hold of my waistband and shucked my panties to my knees. I gasped at the feeling of cool air against my wet slit, eyes rolling when his fingers warmed my clit with a long sweep. He coursed through my folds in paced movements, petting me into a writhing frenzy as he kept me pinned by the back of my neck. With my hands hugging the back of my knees, I was completely at his mercy.
And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
One more stroke made me squeak. “Liam, stop teasing me.”
“Why?” He plowed a finger into my entrance. “It’s too much fun to see how you react, baby.”
“Liam…”
