Page 128 of The Werewolf Upstairs


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“I’m afraid not. It’s instinctual. I’ve fought it up to now, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold off. That’s why I had to prepare you.”

“I-I see. Once you do it, does it have to be done again, or is it a one-time thing.”

“One time. I’ll try not to hurt you, but I’ll have to break the skin, then the bruise won’t go away.”

“That’s the mark? A bruise? It won’t infect me and turn me into a werewolf too?”

“Not if I’m careful, and I will be, unless youwantto go all the way.”

“Notthatway! Jesus. Become a werewolf? I’msonot ready for that.” She felt his body stiffen and realized she may have offended him.

He relaxed. “No need to worry about that now. If you change your mind later—”

“I don’t think so. I accept all of who you are, but it’s not who I am.”

He toyed with the hair curling against her cheek. “I just always imagined my mate running beside me under the full moon.” He stroked his fingers up and down her neck until she shivered. She remembered that he was waiting for her answer.

“I…uh…I guess it’s all right if you can mark me without turning me. But just so you know, I don’t need any mark to tell me I’m yours.”

He smiled. “I know that, angel. I don’t either, but it’s not a matter of choice.”

At last she relented and reached for him.

He dove into her arms and whispered into her ear. “I promise you won’t be sorry. I’ll always be good to you, and I know we’ll be happy together.”

She kissed his neck. “I believe you.”

He rose enough to give her a long, deep kiss that stirred her soul. Her chest squeezed with happiness.

He cupped her bottom and pulled her closer. His cock, still hard as steel, throbbed against her thigh.

She pushed on his chest, and as soon as he let go, she rolled onto her hands and knees. “Take me.”

He groaned. She sensed his tight coil of desperation dissolve into relief, along with excited anticipation. He positioned himself behind her with his hands on her waist.

Without another word, Konrad drove into her balls deep. When she moaned, he quickly asked, “Did I hurt you?”

“Not even a little bit. It feels good and…right.”

“You feel sodamngood,” he thought as he started his rhythm.

She answered him with her mind.Give me everything. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.

Growling like a wild animal, Konrad hammered into her. She slammed forward with each thrust, but he held her waist in a vice grip and didn’t allow her to inch away from him.

“Roz,” he roared, pistoning over her, and then in his thoughts, “My mate, my mate, mine!”

She threw herself into the moment and sensed, rather than felt, him break into a sweat. Heat poured off him as he escalated into a frenzy. Her breasts jerked and bounced, her sensitive nipples scraping the cotton sheet.

Her heart raced. She gritted her teeth, and then stopped holding back. An enormous orgasm ripped through her. She spasmed hard, buried her face into his pillow, and screamed over and over. When she was hoarse and her body went limp, his grip kept her from collapsing.

And still he fucked her. “Please let me do this gently,” he prayed.

Dizziness swept over Roz as she realized what he was about to do. “Mark me!” she cried out, not knowing what else to say.

Minds locked. He bent over her, and his teeth clamped onto the skin between her neck and shoulder. She felt his animal pleasure and embraced it.

“Do it!”