When I feel the slight trickle of blood on the crook of my neck from him biting me on accident, I break away from the kiss, an idea crossing my mind.
“Bite me again,” I order gently.
He’s so far gone to the lust clouding around us that it takes a moment before he can focus on the bite wound. He shakes hishead, fisting the sheets beside us to keep his hands to himself like a good boy.
“You’re already bleeding. I don’t like that.”
“I want your claiming of me to be intentional. If you don’t bite me again on purpose, we’ll always remember it as an accident.” I kiss his chin and turn my head so he has better access. “Make it real, Baelfire.”
He’s gentle at first, dragging his lips against the injury on the left side of my neck until he finally bites me again—hard.
Claiming me.
It’s a sharp pain and pleasure at once, but nothing like when Silas bites me. This isn’t feeding—it’s marking. It’s meant to leave a beautifully savage scar I’ll carry to show I’m his mate.
“Just like that,” I praise.
Baelfire’s hands go to my hips as he laps the sting away from my neck, his breathing growing more uneven. His cock glides against my ass through my pajama shorts again, more insistently.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “All fucking mine.Mymate.”
I nod and try to kiss him, but suddenly, we’ve flipped. Baelfire pins my wrists over my head, his expression ferocious and lust-filled before he begins licking and kissing his way down my throat.
Sensual adrenaline spikes inside my veins when his teeth close around my jugular for a moment. He doesn’t draw blood, but the primal gesture is startling enough that I gasp.
“Bael,” I whisper.
“Why the fuck are you still in clothes?” he demands hungrily, dragging his face against my chest before sitting up and literally ripping my loose pajama shirt off of me.
Before I can try to wriggle out of my shorts to speed this process, he rips those off, too—along with my panties.
Then his tongue drags roughly against my dripping pussy, making me arch and cry out in surprise. He holds my hips in place as he devours me, his fingers pressing almost painfully hard into my hips.
He’s losing control.
I’m fucking loving it.
“Bite me again,” I demand, twisting his hair hard in my hands as I grind against his face.
Bael growls and turns to sink his teeth into my inner thigh. My mouth drops open at how brutally delicious it is. And when I look down to meet my mate’s gaze, I see it—golden pools of violent, animalistic need as he’s lost to the rut.
Baelfire might like me in charge, but right now, his beastly instincts are calling all the shots—and those instincts drive him to flip me over before he thrusts so deep and hard into me that I scream into the mattress. His cock pounds into me without mercy as he swears and snarls, spreading my legs wider.
He places a big hand against my upper back, pressing me further into the mattress but keeping my ass high as he savagely takes what he needs from my body, rutting like an animal. I moan and swear into the blankets, so awash with sharp, relentless pleasure that I’m not surprised when an orgasm sweeps over me out of nowhere.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, pushing back into him as my insides clench and my toes curl. “Yes, gods,fuck?—”
Baelfire snarls and pushes deep one more time, coming hard. I startle at the sensation of his warmth filling me, but I barely have a second to catch my breath before he flips me over again, kissing a path up my stomach.
Then he slides into me again. He pins my hands to the bed, moaning as he thrusts slow and really fucking deep, setting a pace that is both languid and demanding.
“Bael,” I rasp, my pulse still humming as I still haven’t come down from my release.
He bites my lip, licking away the pain as he grows rougher—pressing one of my legs up until my knee is next to my head. I groan at the new angle while he growls savagely and fucks me harder, clearly unable to stop ravishing me even for a moment.
Oh, gods.
This rut is going to be brutal.
