“That’s it, baby,” he growled, adding two fingers and curling them to hit the sensitive spot inside me. “Love how you clench for me, like you want to keep me in your pussy and never let go.”
I shattered with a sob, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashed through me. He drank every drop, drawing out the aftershocks until I was boneless.
But he wasn’t finished.
He kissed his way back up, shedding his sweatpants. When he settled between my thighs, his cock nudged my entrance, hard and throbbing. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I need you inside me.”
He guided himself in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at how tightly I gripped him. I gasped, my nails biting into his back, but I lifted my hips, taking more until he was fully seated deep inside me.
“You okay?” he rasped, holding still to let me adjust.
It didn’t matter how many times he’d taken me like this, I still felt the delicious stretch. “I’m perfect.”
He started moving, grinding against my clit with every thrust. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, and my inner walls clenched around his thick length.
I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Yes! Oh yes, Bexley.”
My whimpers spurred him on, and he thrust deeper and faster, the bed creaking beneath us. I cried out, and his eyes flashed bright gold.
“Gonna claim you so deep. Fill you with my seed. Put my cub in your belly, and keep you here with me forever.”
The words sent me over again, my pussy clenching so hard he roared, and his come splashed hot against my inner walls.
We collapsed together onto the mattress, his dick still hard inside me. Our bodies were locked tight, and his arms were wrapped around my back. His breath was ragged against my neck as he nuzzled the spot where my pulse raced.
“Rowan.” His voice was thick as he said my name.
“Yeah?” I panted.
“If I bite you now while I’m still inside you and you’re full of me…it’ll complete the bond. You’ll be mine forever. No going back.”
I tilted my head to look up at him with wide eyes since this was the first I was hearing about him biting me. “Will it hurt?”
“No, baby.” He licked the spot where my shoulder and neck met, and it sent a pulse of heat through my body. “Since you’remy fated mate, my bite will set you off again. You’ll only feel pure pleasure.”
I thought about it. “And then we’d be real mates?”
“We’re already mates, Rowan.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “No matter what you decide, I will always be yours. But this will solidify the bond between us.”
I loved how he worded that—the idea of him being mine forever. I wanted what he described so badly. That made my answer simple. “Do it, Bexley. Mark me.”
A primal growl tore from his throat as he dipped his head, then his canines lengthened against my skin. I felt how sharp they were, but I wasn’t scared. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never hurt me.
He sank his teeth into the tender flesh of my shoulder, and it felt as though time stopped. Pleasure exploded through me as another orgasm ripped through my body, stronger than anything before.
I cried out, clenching around him as the bond snapped into place like a lock clicking shut. My heart felt full.
Bexley was mine. Truly, irrevocably mine.
And I was his right back.
He licked over the mark, soothing the sting, and his bear rumbled in satisfaction. Then he collapsed over me and rolled onto his back so that I was sprawled on top of his chest. “You’re mine now, baby. Forever.”
I sighed, soft and sated, fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. “And you’re mine.”
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