It took a moment for his shock to recede. Her tongue swept across his lips. When his brain caught up, he took over the kiss. Sweeping into her mouth like an invader.
And then it happened.
A jolt of electricity shot through his lips and settled in his soul.
Ulf howled in victory.
I knew it.
As he pulled back, he pushed her away with his grip on her neck. She bit at his lip with a mewl of protest.
“Holy shit.”
More flashes of them assaulted him. Like the first night when their eyes clashed across the bar. Just snippets. Her in a white silk sheath dress holding a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and her other wrapped around her mother’s arm. Him handcuffed to the bed instead of her. They started flying at him too fast to focus.
“You …” One word was all he could manage before his need to claim her overwhelmed him.
Tightening his grip on her neck, he pulled her close and devoured her mouth. She returned his kiss with as much enthusiasm as him, maybe more.
Thank fuck. Using his other hand, he gripped her hip and slid her to the edge of the countertop. Rocking against her ripped a groan from his throat. Tearing his lips away from hers, he spoke. His voice raspy with need.
“Need to be inside you, claiming you.” Monster was prepared to beg, but Carys halted his words when her soft hand wrapped around his cock. She stroked up and down, before she rubbed the head through her juices. He couldn’t resist thrusting up against her clit.
“I’ll need more groveling and ass-kissing to forgive you.”
“I promise, later.” He thrust into her hand.
“Oh, Arden.” She aligned the head of his cock with her pussy and rocked forward. Coaxing a few inches inside her. “Yes.”
Three letters, one syllable, and his world tilted on its axis.
It was as if that word gave him permission to unleash everything inside him into a physical manifestation. Monster had never been good with words, so he poured the pain, the love, the sorrow, and hope into every thrust, praying she could feel it all too.
Bite her. Make her ours.
It wasn’t so much Ulf’s voice as it was a whisper across his mind.
There was a slight hesitation. While she’d said yes, and she was the daughter of a wolf, she hadn’t been raised in the pack. Did she know about the claiming bite?
“Harder,” she ordered. Without thought, Monster thrust faster and deeper, but it wasn’t enough. Never enough.
Releasing his grip on her throat, he grasped both her hips, lifting her off the counter. Pulling her tight against himself and ramming her down on his cock, grinding against her.
“Fuck. Yes. Right there, Arden.”
He repeated the action again and again. The sound of her breathing and the flutter of her body told him she was close, so fucking close.
“Need to bite you.” The thought of her walking out of the bathroom without his claiming mark was unbearable.
“I don’t care what you do, don’t stop.” The last word was stuttered and drawn out. Her orgasm hit and ripped his from him. Without thought of location, he struck. He locked his teeth into the skin on her shoulder, right at the top of her bicep.
“Oh.” She groaned, and her orgasm intensified, wringing him dry.
Monster stumbled forward, resting her ass back on the counter as his knees threatened to give out. Claiming sex, even standing in a bathroom, was different from any other experience he’d ever had. More intense and … connected.
That was the overwhelming part of it to Monster, being connected to another person in a way that was unexpected and overwhelming, but in a good way.
Once his legs were solid, he carried her to his—no, their—bed.
