I smile.
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BAELFIRE
I thinkI just woke up in Paradise.
Gods, Maven is just so fucking pretty. And she smells like heaven.
In fact, my entire room is perfumed with her sweet, dark midnight scent mixed with the mouthwatering fragrance of her arousal, which makes sense because we’ve been in this room for…
Shit. How long have we been in here?
I have no idea and can only recall fleeting, foggy moments of the most intense pleasure I could possibly imagine—but I can tell the burning, mind-melting desperation of my rut is finally calming down.
Still, I can’t stop staring at Maven as she breathes softly, curled up on her side facing away from me. My attention moves to the new mark on the left side of her neck.
My mark.
My heart does a happy dance—because holy shit, I marked my mate.
I'm obsessed with the hickeys I left all over her. Her messy tangle of dark hair, the slight bruises on her hips from whereI couldn't control my strength, the fact that she’s still dripping between her incredibly biteable thighs from the last time I fucked her rough and raw…
Godsdamn, I just can’t get enough of seeing my keeper looks so ravaged.
Unable to think through the final waves of frantic heat, I kiss my way up her bare spine. Maven hums contentedly, rolling over and stretching so I get a torturously dick-hardening view of her entire fuckable body?—
And the new emblem on her chest.
The circle of the House of Shifting laid right over the top of the others, framing the triangle and square.
Holy fuck.
Elation floods me, so now I’m both horny out of my mind and ready to shout from the rooftops.
I’m bound to Maven. To my mate.
Maven peeks open her eyes, her lips curling as she speaks into my head.About damn time.
“Tell me about it,” I laugh breathlessly, a smile breaking over my face before I lean down to kiss all over that mark and her chest, lapping at her nipples.
Soon I'm sucking on her tits, my hands slipping down to spread her thighs so I can finally thrust back into my mate’s warm, greedy, fuckingfantasticpussy.
“Gods,” I grit, trying to take it slow. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
She moans.
Nope, that’s it. Can’t do slow. I’m way too keyed up knowing I’m bound to her.
I look into Maven’s eyes, loving the way she watches me as I lift one hand to tease her clit and start to fuck her harder. My keeper wraps her arms around me, gasping.
“So tight,” I pant, kissing her neck.
I accidentally kiss right where her unhealed mark is, and her breathing catches. I slow immediately, trying to combat the burning need pumping through me.
“Sorry. Damn, I bit you a lot, huh?” I grimace.
She laughs. “That's fine. I bite back.”
