My claws extend fully. Dig into the mat beneath me. My fangs are down—I can feel them when I gasp, when I pant his name, when I make sounds I don’t recognize as coming from my own throat.
The heat is overwhelming. His dragonfire burning through us both. It’s not a metaphor. The air in the room is actually getting hotter. Sweat—or my streaming juices—slicks betweenour bodies. I can smell it mixing with pheromones thick enough to choke on.
He leans over me. Changes the angle. One hand slides up to grip my shoulder while the other stays on my hip, making absolutely certain I can’t escape, even though escape is the furthest thing from my mind.
His mouth finds the junction of my neck and shoulder. Kisses that feel more like claiming. Then teeth. Sharp against skin that’s oversensitive and desperate for what he’s taunting me with.
My wolf surges with frantic demand.
Bite. Mark. Claim. Forever. Yours.
“Please—” The word tears out of me. Begging again. “Please—”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Everything. More. Him. This. Always.
His teeth press harder against my shoulder. The threat of penetration right there on the edge. If he bites down—actually breaks skin—it’s permanent. Mate bond. No going back. Ever.
Yessss,my wolf whines.
His rhythm changes. Faster. Harder. Deeper. The angle is just right. He’s hitting something inside me that makes my vision white out. Makes thought impossible. Makes everything except sensation cease to exist.
The orgasm builds fast. Overwhelming pressure. I’m going to—
“Oh God… Oh God!” I’m breathless. Gasping.
His teeth press harder. Right on the edge of breaking skin. One more second of pressure and he’ll do it. He’ll mark me. Permanently.
I come apart.
The orgasm crashes through me with such intensity that I can’t breathe, can’t scream, can’t do anything except feel. My inner walls clench around him rhythmically. My wolf howlstriumph inside my head. I’m making sounds—growls, whimpers, his name torn from my throat in a voice that comes from her. The wolf.
He doesn’t stop. Just keeps driving into me while I shatter. Making it last until I’m boneless and shaking and barely able to support my own weight.
His teeth stay on my shoulder. Pressing hard. I can feel his intent crystallizing. Feel his dragon demanding he complete the mark. Feel the inevitability of—
He jerks back with a sound like agony.
Rips his mouth away from my shoulder. Holding me firmly in place, he thrusts once, twice more—deep and desperate—then groans my name as he comes.
It’s too much and not enough. The heat of him spilling inside me. The way his whole body goes rigid. The dragon rumble vibrating through his chest into my back. The feeling of his cock pulsing as he empties himself… It takes me over the edge again, my pussy drawing on every last drop of him as I spasm around his throbbing shaft.
Then: stillness.
We’re both gasping for air. Both shaking. Both slowly, reluctantly coming back to ourselves.
His hands loosen on my hips. I feel his claws retracting one by one. The scales on his forearms start to fade, rippling back beneath skin like they were never there.
I collapse forward onto the mat. Can’t hold myself up anymore. He pulls out carefully. Settles beside me.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe. Try to process what just happened.
Reality returns slowly. Then all at once.
Oh my God.
I push up to sitting. I’m shaking. I look down at myself; my claws are gone, but I can see where they tore into the mat. Mybody is marked everywhere—his handprints on my hips in vivid red, scratches along my sides, and when I reach up to touch my shoulder, I feel the deep impression of teeth. He didn’t break skin. But it came so close I can feel the individual marks of each tooth.
He would have marked me. Permanently. Irrevocably.
