“Yes,” she whispered as his girth stretched her impossibly wide.
“You’re so tight,” Luke said. “I can feel you gripping my cock. So good. So hot.”
He lifted her thighs over his hips, one arm around her back, his free hand slipping around to her ass as he began to thrust.
“Fuck, woman,” Luke said, his hoarse voice thick with lust.
Quinn stared at his face as she moved her body with his. “So good, so fucking good,” she whispered against his skin.
Luke moved over Quinn, his hips pumping in a circular motion to match her own. Quinn could feel the increased heaviness developing through her thighs, her pussy and her abdomen. Like a wildfire it spread through her system, making her feel like one giant nerve ending. “Oh, oh. God, yes.”
He kissed her neck, nibbling his way to her ear. “Mark me, Quinn. I want everyone to smell you on me. To know that I am yours the way you are mine. Mark me when you come.”
Quinn wanted the same thing. Neither bear nor wolf would have a single doubt she and Luke were mates. She would wear his mark with pride. She clenched her pussy around his shaft and rolled forward, milking his cock. This time Luke moaned, as he held her face tight against his shoulder. Quinn wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Together,” she panted. “We come and mark each other together.”
“Yes.”
His forefingers and thumbs tugged on her nipples, and she felt him widen and lengthen inside her.
“Bite me, Luke.”
He licked the skin over her shoulder. “Are you certain? I can do it somewhere more discreet.”
“I don’t want discreet. I want everyone to see how proud I am to be your woman.”
“My queen,” he corrected, using Gerri Wilder’s words.
“And you are my king.” She rocked her hips forward, then slammed them back against him. “Oh, yes. I’m almost there.” The slow burn of ecstasy was beginning to turn into a bonfire.
Luke’s thrusts were deep, insistent, the heat of his breath forming a warm spot on her shoulder where he had wetted it with saliva. On one hard thrust, he sank his fangs into the muscle, and it contracted against the small pain. He left them in, applying gentle pressure as his thrusts became hard and frantic.
Quinn heard a mewling noise and realized the sound came from her own gaping mouth. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. They became the same thing. She felt her bear’s teeth as they dropped down into her mouth, her jaw widening, her claws thickening at the ends of her fingers. She sank them into Luke’s ass as she tilted her head sideways and bit into his chest.
Crying out, Quinn’s body jerked forward as the mother of all orgasms ripped through every fiber of her being.
“Fuck!” she heard Luke yell out, his fangs tearing out of her muscle, his body shuddering forward against her. His hips jerking and twisting, he pumped his seed deep into her. Only when his groans ceased did Quinn allow herself to droop.
He held her, his breath hard and quick, his body drenched in sweat. He was damned gorgeous, her wolf. Magnificent. An angel of pleasure. “Mother of God, you are incredible.”
“And you are mine,” Luke said. “No one can part us now.”
“We’ll see about that,” a deep voice said. Luke rolled off Quinn, ready to fight. Quinn was on her feet just as quick. What she saw in the doorway horrified him.
Trey Steele stood under the arch with Luke’s mother, a gun pointed at her head. “Try anything stupid, and she will be the first to die.”
