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He moved inside her again, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, driving her right to the edge of pleasure. As she moaned his name, his fangs punched from his gums, his lion ready to mark her.
He waited until just the moment when she crested her climax, shouting his name as her body locked down on his, and he couldn’t control his own pleasure. He sank his fangs into her neck as he came inside her. He extracted his fangs and scored his tongue, wiping his blood into the wounds to ensure they scarred permanently. She sagged against him.
Although he wanted to stay inside her forever, he pulled from her body, mourning the loss of her heat, and pulled her to the bed with him, curling around her and kissing her shoulder.
“Holy crap,” she said, her voice rough.
“Is that a good holy crap?”
“Definitely. I saw stars.”
He laughed. “Good. I wanted you to be really lost to pleasure when I marked you. Did it hurt?”
“It stung a little, but I couldn’t really even focus on it because I was coming so hard that second time.”
“So there’s four left?”
She snuggled in his arms with a light laugh. “I’m pretty sure that I said a half dozen orgasms at least, which means minimum.”
“I’ll give you as many as you want, sweetheart. I love hearing you say my name when you’re in the throes of pleasure.”
“Trust me, I love that too.” She hummed and then yawned. “I’m your mate now?”
“You were my mate before; this just makes it official.”
“Good. I don’t have to bite you, right? I don’t have fangs.”
“Nope, just the female wears a mark.”
“That’s a little sexist.” She yawned a second time. He leaned up enough to grab the covers and pull the blankets up.
“Sorry, lions are chivalrous but not when it comes to marking.”
She tipped her head back to look at him. Her skin was flushed, her eyes practically glowing with passion. She shivered and smiled.
“Good night. Mate.”
He kissed her with a purr. “Night, Rhomi. Sweet mate of mine.”
ChapterNineteen
Monday came way too fast for Rhomi, and it was clear from Mercer’s occasional growling as they got dressed that he was arguing with his lion about leaving the house. The only time they’d left on Sunday was to go to the apartments to collect their things and so she could check in with her parents and friends, returning unanswered texts and calls.
“You look kind of pissed,” she said. She tucked in her T-shirt and pulled a park logo zipper hoodie off the hanger in the master bedroom closet.
“I want to keep you home today. I keep telling my lion that we’ll have a long weekend after our mating ceremony, but he wants to just keep you in bed all the time.”
She chuckled. “Your lion is super horny.”
“He’s not the only one.” Mercer’s eyes flashed to amber briefly.
“Hopefully the day will go by fast. Or,” she said as she put on her favorite boots, “you could come get me for lunch and we could enjoy it down here.”
He was at her side in a heartbeat, moving almost too fast for her eyes to track. “I’ll definitely do that.”
“Then I can’t wait for lunch.”
She loved the lions’ private living area. The way the space was decorated reminded her of pictures she’d seen of African plains. He grabbed the door for her that would lead to the employee cafeteria where they were going to pick up breakfast on the way to their jobs.
