“I need that, too.” She spread her knees wide for me.
I growled, kissing down her body. “Thank fuck.”
My cock throbbed, tenting my boxers. I lowered my head between her legs to feast there, sucking and licking her with so much passion I lost all nuance.
She didn’t seem to care. Her hips bucked and writhed, and her cries grew more desperate.
I started to slide a finger inside her, but she tugged on my hair. I looked up at her bare body to meet her blue eyes. She shook her head.
“No. I want your cock. I want you inside me.”
Oh, damn. She didn’t have to tell me twice, and what my girl wanted, my girl got.
I rose and shucked my boxers.
The room spun. Heat came off me in waves. I knew my eyes had to be glowing pale green, showing my wolf.
Summer didn’t look scared, though. She looked as delirious as I felt.
I climbed back on the bed and lifted one of her knees toward her body to give me full access. Her pussy was slick, pink, and smelled so fucking good.
“You want this cock?” I growled, rubbing the head over her swollen slit.
“Yes,” she moaned, lifting her hips.
Before I could even think to modulate my strength, I speared her with my erection.
She gasped, her body shooting up on the bed before I snapped my hand out to catch her throat. I didn’t know I was into hand necklaces, but I sure as fuck was now.
“Beautiful girl,” I murmured, forcing myself to slow my arcs in and out of her. “My incredible, talented, kind-hearted, beautiful mate.”
She smiled before her mouth opened wide, and her head fell back as I shoved in deeper.
“Boone,” she moaned. Her internal muscles squeezed around my cock like a tight glove.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered.
She gave another squeeze, and my control slipped away.
“Fuck, baby.” I pounded into her harder. The room began to spin around us. “Fuck, fuck.”
She tightened her muscles again, urging me on.
“Fate. You feel so good, I can’t…I…Summer–” I lost the thread of reason. I needed to mark my mate. To make her mine.
Nothing else made sense to me.
“Are you going to mark me?” Summer panted.
I blinked several times, hard. Sweat dripped from my forehead. Our bodies undulated together in a pool of slick.
“What?”
Did I hear that right? Or was my wolf playing tricks on me?
Did she ask me to mark her?
Or had I turned feral?
