I hadn’t. How did that even happen? My ears were burning.
“That was an inside thought. Can you forget I said it?”
“Nope.” He tapped my nose. “I like that my mate is looking at me like a piece of meat. It’s hot.”
Before I could respond, he started kissing me again, lifting me up and placing me fully on the bed so our heads were on the pillows. His hands explored my body as his mouth devoured mine. He let his fingers walk lightly over my hard cock. My hips bucked, seeking more pressure. The jerk didn’t give me any, continuing to tease me as he made his way lower and lower, until they reached my waiting entrance.
“So slick,” he mumbled against my mouth. “Is this all for me, omega?”
“Only you. Only you.”
He teased my entrance, and when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he finally inserted a finger, slowly fucking me with it. Then he added a second and a third. I nearly came from his fingers alone, but I held back. When I came for the first time, I needed him to be inside me.
Our kisses were now sloppy, my hands clawing at him, both of us seeking more.
“Climb on board, omega.” I did, straddling him and sinking down onto him ever so slowly. At the time, I thought he preferred a power bottom, but later I saw this for what it was. He wanted me in control so that I could adjust to his size.
“So good. So full. So perfect.” I rode him up and down, harder and faster as I got used to his size. And when I was bouncing with abandon, he decided it was time to take charge. He flipped me over so my back was on the bed, my legs slung up and over his shoulders and slid back into me with our eyes locked together.
“Mine.” He thrust into me again and again. It was hard not to explode between us, and I would, but not when I could enjoy this for a few seconds longer.
And that was all I had, a few seconds, because it felt too good to hold back. My orgasm slammed into me, my cum shooting between us. I yanked him down to me, my teeth sinking into his flesh as his sank into mine.
When I first found out about mates, I thought it was sweet and wonderful and primal and hot, but also something that I couldn’t be a full part of. I wasn’t a shifter. How could I mark someone?
But as he came, his knot filling me, I looked up to see the spot where I had marked him. I very much could mark him, good and deep, and I wanted to do it over and over and over again, to cover him in my marks, to make people know he was mine.
His hand came up and cupped my cheek. “Tell me, omega, why are you looking so serious?”
“My mark is too small. I need everyone to know you’re mine.”
Where that came from, I didn’t know, but it was true. Raff was mine, and I wanted to shout it from the mountaintops.
“That can be arranged, omega mine.”
