“Fuck, Shan, I love you, too. So much. You’re the air that I need to survive.”
I smiled and leaned up, kissing him deeply. A desperate, low moan eased up his throat, and he pushed me back down, a question in his eyes.
I nodded as a bolt of desire rocked me. “Make me yours.”
There was no second guessing, no question. His canines lengthened, sharp, white and long. He gave one hard thrust of his hips and struck. Stinging pain hit me below my ear right before liquid fire rolled through my body, melting my muscles and bones until it hit my centre, and a climax flowed from my core, pulsing through me, contracting my muscles in a rhythm that was like nothing I’d ever felt. It was beyond the explosion of pleasure I’d felt before, even more overwhelming. It kept building and pulsing, on and on, and getting stronger as his speed ramped up and he slammed into me, his teeth fixed into my neck. I heard myself give a strangled scream and arched under his weight, but he didn’t let up even as I dug my own nails into his back.
An animalistic growl escaped him with each smack of his skin against mine. He thrust harder each time, causing my nipples to rub against the slight dusting of silver hair on his chest. His climax hit him, and a deep, constrained moan rippled in his throat, unable to escape. He wasn’t giving up his hold on my neck, and another drag of pressure had every nerve ending screaming in my body that it was too much.
“Stone,”I whispered until he growled and reluctantly let go, laving at the puncture wounds, but not enough to heal them completely. He immediately flipped us, laying back on the table, still hard as a rock, and lifting me until I knelt over him.
“Mark me.”
His demand was raw, his wolf pushing into his eyes, wholly and entirely present. It wanted out. It wanted his mate. Just like I wanted to claim mine. Without waiting, I gripped him and canted my hips, sinking down his length. My hands landed on his chest, and I dragged my nose up the strong column of his throat.
“Ready?” I whispered in his ear.
I heard him swallow. “Fuck, yes.”
My fangs pushed through his skin, our bodies still moving together in sync. My mark was lower. The shifter way, where everyone who looked at him would see it. I snarled. Possessive wasn’t a strong enough word for how I felt about him. He was mine. Eternally.
With every grind of my body against his, the hair at the base of his cock rubbed against my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending me higher. I was more and more desperate to fall off that familiar cliff.
Salty and metallic blood rolled over my tongue, his winter and pine taste exploding against my taste buds as I swallowed. There was nothing that could make me stop as I rocked, grinding down against the hardness of his abs. His long, low groan reached into my soul, his muscles tensing under my thighs and hands as I took more. My claws dug into his skin, and I knew it had to hurt, but I couldn’t stop. Rasping grunts left me as another climax built, and I moved in a desperate rhythm, needing more and more.
I released my wolf from my hold, and she flew.
“Shannon. Oh, holy fuck…”He gave a strangled cry, his body going rigid as warmth bathed my insides. That sensation of being filled took me with him. Our orgasms wiped out any conscious thought as our wolves came together, and I felt it the moment they merged and a tether settled deep in my soul. Myclimax rolled from one into another even as Stone flipped us again, ripping my hold from his neck and turning me onto my belly.
“Head down, Butterfly.” His voice was raw and deep, dark enough to send a shiver through me. I loved that voice, that desperate tone.
He grabbed my hips, lifted them, and slammed back into me. Sliding a hand up my spine, he pushed on the back of my neck with one hand, holding me in place as he drove into me over and over. This was raw, unapologetic fucking now. And I loved it. With a grunt, he wrapped a hand in my hair and pulled me up. I arched my back to accommodate his hold as it slipped under my chin and around my throat.
“Mine,” he growled and rammed into me, and I let him. I was useless against the onslaught of power he had over me. His other hand tapped against my pussy until I screamed, riding the wave of another mind-melting orgasm. He grunted and thrust two more times, emptying himself in me. His thrusts slowed, the movement enough to send our releases running down my thighs, but I was beyond caring. I’d never felt so sated and at peace in my life. He gently withdrew before picking me up, walking to the couch and laying down, pulling me on top of him again.
My attention fixated on the mark on his neck. “Mine. Forever,” I whispered, smiling at him as he stroked my sweaty hair from my face, where it stuck to my damp skin. The pleasure we’d shared settled into a hum under my skin, and my muscles shook so hard I couldn’t do anything but lay my head in the crook of his neck and sigh.
My mate.
His arms slipped around my waist; strong bands of steel that held me firmly yet reverently as his fingers traced circles on my spine. He kissed my ear, sending little shockwaves through me.I giggled but couldn’t bring myself to move. Instead, I burrowed my face into the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply.
“Are you okay?” He chuckled, the movement of his chest shaking me up and down.
“No, I think you killed me,” I mumbled into his neck, scenting the blood still leaking from his mark. My mark. My heart squeezed. I nuzzled along his jaw, my gaze meeting his as I slanted my mouth over his. Our kiss was deep and full of emotion, but it seemed neither of us could vocalise it. So, my words were simple and honest.
“Thank you for being mine. I’ll love you until the end of eternity.”
His smile was blinding, the spark of happiness in his gaze making my heart stutter. “As I will you. My heart and soul are forever yours.”
Chapter 33
Shannon
Leaning forward, I rubbed steam from the mirror. We’d arrived in Hope two weeks ago, and although our mating frenzy had been weeks long in Faery, I still felt a burning need for my mate’s touch. My centre throbbed, the satisfying ache from our early morning tumble making me smile. My fingers ghosted over the mark on my neck. It was higher than a pure wolf bite, but I loved where he’d struck. It was a Fae mark, yet the size of the puncture scars told everyone this wasn’t purely a Fae’s bite. It was unique, just like Stone, a person of two races who was as powerful and deadly as he was loyal and kind. I smirked. At least loyal and kind to me. Not so much to the Made vampires he hunted.
I scowled. That was where he’d gone before the sun was even in the sky, to Scotland. Connor had wanted him there for a meeting with Count Rossi. I supposed I should be grateful that Connor hadn’t insisted we return home permanently. Still, he was the one who had sent me and Stone away together to metaphorically bang our heads together. So now that we wereliterally banging, he couldn’t really complain. Besides, he knew I needed to sort things out with Ava before I returned. I hadn’t told him yet that I didn’t want my old job back, though I still had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. Killing and fighting weren’t it, though. Not unless I had to.
Steam followed me out of the bathroom, dispersing into the air as I dropped my towel. I grinned as I spotted the lacy blue undies placed on top of the clothes I’d neatly folded and left on a chair last night. Smiling, I unfolded the note Stone had left wrapped in the skimpy thong.
