“Oh, yes!”
His teeth bit down on the side of my neck, and he pulled his hips back, only to slam back into me once more. Repeatedly, he pounded into my pussy, stretching me full of the most perfect cock in existence. He growled against my neck, his teeth biting harder, and his muscles bulging in exertion.
I gripped his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his skin, the wetness and heat of tiny drops of blood on my fingertips.
Godric shoved into my channel faster, his breath coming in hard pants against my neck. He released his bite and licked along my neck. His voice was breathless as he whispered, “My mate.”
I nodded my head, delirious with pleasure.
He slanted his hips, grinding against my clit with each plunge. His face lifted over mine, watching as the fever inside my veins started to boil. Sweat glistened on our skin. The slapping of our bodies joining was loud inside his bedroom.
“Godric,” I whispered, my mind tipping
“I’ve got you.” His lips kissed my cheek softly.
Jarring ecstasy slammed from within my body.
I shook with each pounding of the crashing waves.
My eyes locked with his as I sank into the warmth.
He shuddered over me, sinking his cock deep.
His teeth clenched with his climax. The muscles in his arms trembled, and his cock pumped his release inside my channel. His nostrils flared as he inhaled our scent together.
I jerked in aftershocks of tingling pleasure, and his large frame crashed down onto mine, his head hitting the pillow in the afterglow.
I angled my head against his, resting it there, and attempted to regain my breathing. I flexed my fingers, releasing the cutting hold I had on his shoulders. The tips of my fingers were red and damp with his blood.
I grinned and closed my eyes. “You’re good.”
His chest was still pumping heavily with much-needed oxygen, but it shook in humor as he laughed lightly, his words muffled against the pillow. “Thank you. So are you, pet.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
Godric and I stepped off his private train in front of the Military House, just as Finn was hopping down from his own train.
Finn slapped Godric on the shoulder. “Have a good night?”
Godric flinched and glared.
Finn’s brows pulled together. He moved with inhuman speed and pulled the neck of Godric’s simple t-shirt to the side. The white-haired tiger stared at the little puncture wounds on Godric’s left shoulder.
“Cut it out,” Godric growled.
Finn snickered and fixed his friend’s shirt. “It looks like you did have a good night.”
We’d had an excellent night.
Shifters could goall night long.
“That is private,” Godric hissed and pulled my body against his side with his arm protective around my waist. “What we do in the bedroom is none of your damn business.”
Finn smirked. “You’re already possessive as hell.”
“She’s mine. End of story.”
My face heated with a pink blush. “Let’s just go inside. It’s chilly out this morning.”
