Biting his lip, he growls, driving in a bit harder than before. “Bed?” I pant, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck.
Without a word he lifts me up, still buried inside, and starts walking towards the door. It’s a short jaunt down the hallway before he’s pushing into the master bedroom with the king sized bed, lying me down without ever once removing himself.
He doesn’t even look up as he barks, “Leave.” A small, pained grunt sounds as his dominance presses down on Hawk, forcing him to obey.
The faint sounds of a door shutting are lost as he laces his fingers with mine, stretching one arm above my head and pinning me down as he continues to move in slow, controlled motions, careful not to hurt me in any way. Growing frustrated, I pull my lips from his, arching up to nip at his neck.
His responding growl travels through my body and a small whimper slips out before I can stop it, torn between wanting to do anything to please him, and smack him so that he’ll see me as an equal and quit holding back. Flicking my tongue over the small sting, I kiss a path down his throat until I reach the junction of his neck and shoulder.
And when I bite down, I draw blood.
The hand on my hip tightens as a savage sound slips from his lips. His next thrust slides me up a few inches on the bed, and the next draws out a whimper of need that has him growling. The hand pinning mine presses further into the mattress, and his other slides down my hip, caressing my thigh before quickly jerking me against him.
“You’re mine,” he rumbles, driving into me harder and I gasp. “My mate.” Another thrust. “My everything.” Picking up the pace, he starts fucking me in earnest, stealing my breath away.
“Yours,” I agree breathlessly. “But I thought I was promised a claiming that threatened to break me?”
The sound that escapes his chest is dangerous as he pulls out, running a hand over my cheek before settling on my throat. His thumb strokes back and forth over the hollow at the base and I arch into his touch.
Knowing he won’t voice his thoughts, I whisper, “Squeeze from the sides rather than crushing my windpipe. Fuck me so hard that I scream, but choke me so that no one can hear.”
His snarl breaks with his kiss as he slams his lips against mine quickly before flipping me over. Dragging the head of his cock over my slit, he slips inside of me again, jerking me back against him. Wrapping a hand around my throat, he tightens his grip a bit, though he’s clearly not sold on the idea and afraid of going too far.
It’s enough though, my vision spotting as he cuts off the flow of oxygen, my clit throbbing as my need ratchets higher. Clenching around him, I fist the blanket, rocking my hips back to meet him for every thrust. More, faster, harder; it’s a blur of sensation as I chase my orgasm.
Just his thumb is enough to tilt my head to the side, baring my shoulder. As his teeth lengthen, sinking into my shoulder, I tighten around him with a gasp, starting to come.
Though it hurts, it hurts in the best way. His mouth wrapped around my flesh, tongue caressing the puncture marks. His hand around my throat, controlling my every movement, every breath. And as I come, shuddering around him with a strangled gasp, his hips buck, fucking me mercilessly as the last bit of his rigid control fades away.
“Fuck,” he draws out, releasing my shoulder only to press down between my shoulder blades. Pushing me down into the mattress, he grips my hip and drives into me relentlessly.
My muffled shouts are followed by his grunt, driving into me as far as he’s able to and stilling while his cock continues to twitch inside of me, making me squirm. It stretches out my own orgasm, a primitive part of my brain cursing the condom that keeps me from feeling the branding heat of him spilling inside, while the rational part is beyond grateful for that barrier.
Panting, he pulls out, rolling onto his back. “Fuck.”
Smiling, I straddle his hips. “A man of many words.”
His lips twitch. “I know the important ones.”
Licking my lips, I press my hand in the center of his chest, the magic crackling over my skin desperate and wanting. It’s a bit harder to create the mark without it being in the heat of the moment, but not impossible. And I don’t want to risk waiting, pulling on the memory of him marking me as fuel, a primal instinct demanding he wear my mark as much as I bear his.
The starburst mark brands his skin as I pull my hand away, thoroughly sated. “That probably shouldn’t please me as much as it does.”
“Gods damn it, she’s perfect.”
My eyes widen as his voice growls through my head before a wide grin overtakes my surprise. “Ooh, pack link has an add-a-line feature. That’s convenient.”
He stills with worry and I bend down to kiss him, deepening the kiss until the anxious energy dissipates a bit more with each roll of my tongue against his. It isn’t long before his cock twitches against my ass, and I reach back to slide off the old condom before tying it off and chucking it in the trash.
Sitting up, he grips my ass, fingers tightening and making me bite my lower lip. “I shouldn’t like this.” One hand comes up to gently trace a finger over the brutal mark he left on me, his confliction on the subject a tangible entity.
“And I probably shouldn’t be tempted to ask you to do it again, should I?”
His gaze snaps to mine, eyes so dark they’re practically black at this point. “You only need one claiming bite to put the bond into place.”
Rocking against him, I dip my head so that I can gently rake my teeth over the side of his neck, loving the way he shudders beneath me. “But two would really drive the point home, don’t you think?”
His responding growl is the only warning I get before he rolls us, pinning me beneath him and yanking the drawer clean out of the bedside table in his haste to grab another condom. Tossing it on the ground, the mess is forgotten as he traps my legs on his shoulders, pressing into me while I whisper ideas in his ear of where I want him to mark next.
