“Get into bed, pet, and I’ll turn off the lights.”
He gave her the privacy to collect herself as he went into the bathroom to escape her scent for a moment.
An entire night in bed with her? What a fucking beautiful disaster.
Still, sleep came slowly.
Wonderful heat surrounded Trent’s dick later, though how much later, he had no idea. Fuck, how he’d missed that feeling, the way the scent of a woman would cloud his judgment and make his cock impossibly harder.
He rocked his hips forward, enjoying the friction and the moans and the stuttering little gasps. It was all a dream—the way everything moved, that weightless quality of it, all said it wasn’t real. He didn’t give a damn, though.
Alison.He knew it on some deep level, recognized her scent already, her body. Sweet curves and sinful heat—that was what she was.
He could see her in that moment, her full, pouty lips letting out soft whimpers as he spread her thighs and slid into her hot wet cunt.
He growled low in his throat at the possessive need that swamped him, at the desire to fuck her until she begged, until she fully submitted to him. He’d never felt such a powerful need before, as though each thump of his heart happened only to get him closer to that goal.
And her? She gave. The girl who could take, the girl who was capable of resisting anything, clung to him. Her scent surrounded him, rich and sweet and full of fire. He dug his fingers into her, holding her tight, wanting to grasp her because she seemed so distant the rest of the time.
A bite of pain from nails in his back drew a deep groan. It was primal and made him feel needed.
Tension pulled through him, dragging him toward a staggering release. It had been so long since he’d felt this, since he’dneededto come the way he felt. He buried his nose in her throat, inhaling her. It sent him over that edge.
The next thing happened out of instinct. He closed his teeth over her shoulder just as his release rushed through him.
And just as it happened, when his back tightened, when that moment of bliss hit him, his eyes snapped open.
He caught sight of a startled and obviously just woken Alison, her cheeks flushed, her full lips in a surprisedO.
And yet that didn’t stop the oncoming train of his orgasm—like anything could stop that once it had left the station—and Trent couldn’t help the low groan as he came.
Chapter Eight
Alison shivered from the orgasm that had rushed through her on the heels of waking. Something warm and sticky was between her thighs, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t all from her…
Her knuckles ached and her shoulder burned, and it took another moment to realize the reasons—she’d dug her nails into Trent’s back, and he’d bitten her shoulder.
A claiming bite.Hell, many bonded mates never did that, and yet now she had a wound on her shoulder from it. The mark would heal, but it would never go away entirely. There would always be a scar from it, as though her body knew to hold on to it, to cherish it.
Trent released her shoulder, the action drawing a whimper from her and another rolling wave of need that coursed through her. “Fuck,” he said, his rough voice deeper than usual. He drew back, and the action caused her to look down and realize the rest.
He’d worn boxers to bed, but at some point during the long hours, she and Trent had ended up tangledtogether. His cock, which was hot and softening, was tucked between her legs, and that warm stickiness?
His cum sat on her thighs, which filled in the rest of the story.
Her faceless lover from her dream? The mind-blowing orgasm she’d had while asleep? Trent had rutted against her until they’d both gotten off.
“You going to freak out?” he asked.
Alison ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and the soreness there told her she’d chewed on it in her sleep. “I don’t freak out.”
“I didn’t plan this.” He extracted himself from the bed with a wince, as though the wetness from his cum was unpleasant.
Try having it all over your thighs.
Alison rolled over and put her feet to the floor, his scent clouding her head. Worse, each movement made another shiver run through her sensitive body. She stared down at the white on her thighs, her chest uneasy. It was so much alpha around her, and worse, she’d already reacted to it.
The wound on her shoulder burned, and she refused to look at it. It felt like a chain, like a tighter binding than the collar or cuffs.
