Summer didn’t know about claiming. I hadn’t explained the mating bite to her yet because she’d been so skittish, especially about the notion of belonging to me. Understandable after what she’d been through. Yet she’d known about me being a shifter. I hadn’t had to tell her about that.
She must’ve seen my confusion because she explained, “Natalie told me.”
Thank fuck. I was actually relieved that she knew, especially right now when I was balls deep inside her. I’d have to remember to get a list of everything she learned from her friend. Fill in any blanks because there would be nothing between us.
“I need…” I couldn't formulate other words to finish the sentence. My dick didn’t care because my body was on autopilot–plowing into Summer like it was my ticket to heaven. “I need…I need…” Desperation crept in. What if I made another mistake? What if my wolf had taken over again, or I’d gone feral? What if she didn’t want this?
“Stop thinking, baby,” she said. “Do it.”
“Summer!” I shouted, either giving her one last chance to change her mind or telling her in some way that I wasn’t sure I could hold off a second longer.
“Mark me, Boone!” she cried.
Panic spiked through me. I couldn’t–I was going to hurt her. My wolf was dangerous. He might–
It didn’t matter what I thought because my fangs had already elongated, ready to permanently embed my scent into her skin.
“Sss…” I tried to speak, to say her name. I wanted to reason with Summer. With myself. I wanted to slow things down, but I couldn’t.
“I mean it,” she said. “Do it.”
It was too late. My balls contracted. Cum shot down my shaft. My vision went black, and then I tasted blood as I bit her shoulder.
Summer!
She convulsed beneath me, crying out.
Wait…no. Moaning?
Summer’s internal muscles fluttered around my cock, milking it for my release. She was orgasming. Holy shit, she was coming and crying out my name. Writhing beneath me in pleasure. Milking my dick, so it’d fill her pussy with more of my cum.
I carefully, gently, extracted my fangs from her trapezius muscle as I stroked in and out of her with slow glides. She was so full of cum it seeped out, coated us. The bed.
“Baby,” I croaked. I licked the blood away, using my saliva to speed the healing process. “Fuck, baby. Please say you’re okay?”
I lifted my head to see her gorgeous face better.
“I’m okay,” Summer panted, a post-sex smile on her face, like she was drunk and happy.
“You are? Fuck, I didn’t plan on marking you tonight. I know you had problems with me laying claim to you, and I respect that and–”
Summer put her fingers to my lips. “I’m okay. I wanted it. Like I said, Natalie explained it all to me.”
My throat closed with emotion. Thank fuck. She was okay. I didn’t hurt her. At least not too badly.
“What…what did she explain?”
“That you belong to me now.” Summer lifted her chin. Raising her hand, she brushed my damp hair back. Her stroke was soft, and I knew it’d feel just like that when she petted my wolf for the first time.
I stared at her. She was claiming me? Relief and celebration swept from my heart to my limbs. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I sure as fuck do, baby. I belong to you. Every breath I take will be for you.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and concern slammed back into me. I frowned, my gaze roving over her.
“Is it starting to hurt? Did I fuck you too rough?”
“No.” She gave a watery laugh. “I’m happy, and I like it rough.”
