She nodded as she placed her hands against the back of my neck, pressing me into that intoxicating crook of her neck. “I am. Make me yours.”
“As you wish.”
My hips surged forward in one powerful thrust as I sank my teeth into her neck. They broke flesh quickly, sharply, and the slight tang of blood spilled across my tongue.
Mate! Mate!
“God,fuck, Ben!” Giselle screamed as she’d promised and that destroyed the last of my restraint. My hips began to piston in and out of her, jolting her up the bed enough that she had to wrap her legs around my waist to keep us aligned. Completely lost in the sensation of it all, I loosened my jaw only to kiss and lave at the wound I had just made.
It wasn’t just the act of the bite that made one a mate. My saliva, full of my scent and my healing ability, would seal it up far more rapidly than a human would normally heal. And then a bit of me would be sealed in her forever, shifting her scent ever so slightly to be an echo of me.
We truly were one.
Well, almost.
I leaned down, shifting my hard, rapid thrusts to more shallow grinding so my neck was within reach of Giselle’s mouth. I was ready to instruct her, to beg her really to complete her bond, but she needed no direction. The next moment, her lips were right over my mating gland, then her blunt teeth were sinking into it.
Fuck,fuck!
It hurt like a bitch, her canines applying broad pressure rather than the sharp and almost surgical precision of shifter fangs, but my body was into that, because I felt the first telltale sign of my own climax rapidly approaching. I couldn’t come so soon, not before Giselle’s teeth were fully inside of me. I was desperate to see the red of my blood on her lips. It was a primal, inescapable need that could not be ignored.
“More,” I grunted, lost in the rush between us. “Give me more, baby. You can do it.”
Giselle whined and bit hard. She was almost there, I could tell. She just needed a little encouragement.
Somehow, despite my addled state, I knew exactly what to do. I went from grinding to rocking into her with a hard and fast movement of my hips, sliding a hand between us to find her clit.
“Come on, Giselle,” I rumbled as I stroked her in loose circles that slowly grew more and more concentric. “Make me yours, baby. Make me yours just like you’re mine. I want you. My love.My mate.”
I could feel her getting closer, her walls starting to flutter around me, but she needed more to get over that hump and fly into her ecstasy. My movements grew more desperate and I quickly realized I was running out of time.
My blood was liquid fire in my veins, and I was about to explode, not too unlike a volcano. While I knew we could try again after a bit of recovery, that wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what my wolf wanted.
So, I shifted my weight a bit to support myself on my knees and moved the hand that had been supporting my weight so I could press my thumb into her fresh mating bite.
“BMPHHH!” Giselle cried, mouth full as she bit down even harder, finally breaking my skin and stimulating that little piece of biology within me.
“That’s my girl,” I gasped before she climaxed, and her saliva penetrated my new wound.
I’d mated before, and no doubt the scar tissue was what had given Giselle so much trouble, but I’d forgotten the cataclysm it summoned in me. Suddenly, I was struck with a type of pleasure that couldn’t be described. It was all-consuming, all-encompassing, a trial by fire that burned away everything I was and left me reborn as an alpha and mate.
“Giselle,” I managed to cry as I spilled into her. She clamped down on me, milking me for all I was worth.
I cried her name over and over and over again, and when her teeth released my neck, she was largely the same. Just as I had thought, the sight of my red blood staining her, uniting us, hit me almost like a second climax.
There was no way to measure that infinite well of pleasure that we were both locked in, but when it passed, we essentially melted together into the mattress. I was definitely going to have to do laundry once we came out of our post-sex coma, but, God, it was worth it.
“That was… that was…” Giselle panted, her chest heaving.
“Perfect,” I finished, rolling onto my side and pulling her to me. We looked at each other, my gaze going to her bite.
“We really did it,” she murmured, her fingers ghosting over the wound. My whole body shuddered in response. I caught her hand, the touch bordering on overstimulation, and kissed her palm.
“We did,” I murmured.
We shared a long look before we leaned into an even longer kiss. So much was said without saying anything, until a yawn from Giselle forced our mouths apart.
“Sorry,” she murmured, blushing slightly, her eyes already half-lidded and heavy with sleep. I took it as a point of pride that I could knock her out with incredible sex. I felt like that was a thing most guys bragged about but never actually did.
