Sharp claws trailed down my back on either side of my spine, just hard enough for me to feel them.
I hissed and flipped over. Then, I pounced. I grabbed Bokkan and managed to roll him. He went willingly enough, staring up at me as I crouched over him, my lips peeled back from my teeth in a snarl.
I felt… animalistic. I wanted to bite him. Claw him. Mark him up so any female who saw him would know who he belonged to.
“Mine,” I growled. My voice had taken on an inhuman depth, echoing in my chest. I sounded demonic.
“Yours,” Bokkan said.
I tore the laces free from his pants, freeing his cock with a sharp yank of the fabric, tearing it from his hips. His cock jutted straight up, and I bent over to suck the tip into my mouth. Bokkan’s hips arched as I wet him with my mouth until his erection was glistening with my saliva and his pre-cum.
Pressing my palms against his sternum, I shoved him into the mattress as I lowered myself over his hard cock.
“Again,” I demanded. “Say it again.”
My body parted over him, taking him easily as I let my body drop inch by inch.
“I am yours. I belong only to you,” he rasped.
“Yes.” The word was a hiss as I took him deep, feeling utterly full, yet still desperate forsomething.
My left palm burned, the heat spreading out from the mating mark in the center to my fingers. When Bokkan tried to lift his head to kiss me, my hand moved to his throat, holding him down.
“Mine,” I growled again, completely lost to the instincts inside me.
I rolled my hips, feeling the thick length of his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
“Take me then,” he said.
I rode him fast and furious, chasing the hot sensation that seemed to linger just out of reach. His body grew tense beneath mine, each muscle standing out in stark relief.
Bite. Mate. Brand.
The words seemed to echo in my mind, tumbling over and over each other until they consumed every bit of me. There was nothing left of Leda. Only those three words.
Leaning forward, I sank my teeth into him, this time in the muscle just above his right clavicle. His blood touched my tongue, and something burst inside me.
I exploded with heat and light, the orgasm locking me down until I was only shivering on top of Bokkan. My left hand was still around the front of his throat, and the heat grew and grew until I swore I could smell smoke.
Bokkan roared beneath me, his hands clamping down on my hips. He lifted me, slamming me down on his cock one last time before I felt the hot spill of him inside me. His grip on me kept me in place as we both shuddered from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed us.
When the spasms finally subsided, I lay on top of him, breathing heavily. Without thinking, I licked the wound I’d left on top of his shoulder. I should have been disgusted by the taste of his blood in my mouth, but I wasn’t. He tasted the way he smelled—spicy and slightly smoky.
Bokkan groaned beneath me, his cock twitching hard inside my pussy. There was an answering echo of pleasure deep inside me, and I clenched around him. Another groan escaped his mouth. He was utterly spent and utterly content.
I blinked at the thought.What the hell?
I straightened and looked down at him. “Do you feel that?” I asked.
His eyes opened, and he smiled up at me. “You mean, do I feel you?” His hands smoothed over my hips gently. “I do. I feel all of you.”
I realized I was still cradling his throat in my hand and slowly moved it away. That was when I saw the darker outline my hand had left behind. I could see each of my fingers around his throat on one side and my thumb on the other. It was crystal clear.
“Did I hurt you?” I gasped, reaching out to touch it again.
Then I realized it was the same color as the imprint of his hand on my chest, and I suddenly felt dizzy.
“Oh, my God,” I murmured, running my index finger over the outline.
