He cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I own your heart. Your body. Your orgasms. And you own mine.” Her lips parted and she let out a soft whimper of agreement. She was trying to make it sound like “Yes”, but she was so dazed with lust and need that words failed her.
He slid down just a little and pressed the head of his cock against her tight entrance, and she moved her hips, her thighs spreading to take him.
Austin took his time, sliding in inch by inch. She moaned at the sweet pain of his thickness, her slick walls stretching to accommodate him.
When he was fully buried inside her, he began rocking his hips, gently at first, sliding halfway out and then plunging all the way in. Each thrust sent a tidal wave of pleasure rushing through her body, but he kept it slow, drawing it out, letting the sensation build and build.
He released her chin and settled down so he was pressed right on top of her, his breathing harsh and warm in her ear as he picked up speed, stoking the fires of her arousal until she was dangling on the precipice again.
His breathing grew faster, melting into tortured pants, and the sound of his arousal sent her spiraling over the edge. Ecstasy exploded inside her, starting low in her pelvis and rocketing through her entire body as she threw her head back in a wordless scream.
At the height of her climax, he extended his fangs and bent down and bit her shoulder, hard. She cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as his teeth sank in, deep, leaving scars that wouldn’t heal. His claiming mark.
She was his. Forever.
She arched her back in ecstasy, her sheath spasming and squeezing his cock. His shouts of pleasure echoed off the walls of the small room, and she moaned as she felt his seed flowing into her.
They lay there shuddering with the aftershocks for what felt like eons, before he finally slid out of her.
“Yours,” she whispered, touching his claiming mark.
He leaned down and licked it tenderly. “Does it hurt?” he murmured, gathering her into his arms.
“Only a little. But it felt so good at the same time.” And she nestled against him, head resting on his shoulder. “I’m going to show it off all the time. I’ll be wearing sleeveless shirts in the middle of the winter.”
“Good. I want everyone to know that you’re taken. You’re my foxy little forever mate.”
“Jealous, much?” she asked him, snuggling in closer.
“Very much.” He stroked her arm gently. “But I try to stifle my murderous impulses when other men look in your general direction.”
His cell phone, lying on the night table, beeped, and he picked it up and threw it across the room.
“The nerve,” he growled.
“I think you broke it,” she pointed out mildly.
“I can get another phone. I can’t get another claiming night,” he said. He turned his attention back to her, gently kissing the claiming mark.
* * *
Hours later, after more lovemaking left them wrung out and sweaty and exhausted, he lay there half asleep.
His foxy little forever mate quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. So sweet, so thoughtful. Trying not to disturb him.
After a few minutes, he slid out of bed to join her. He ached pleasantly, but he could never get enough of Savannah, and if she was up for it, he was ready for some hot, steamy shower sex.
So when he threw open the door and saw her standing next to the shower, fully dressed and toweling her hair off, he spluttered in shock.
“Ah,” she said, backing away from him with a guilty look on her face. There was a pad of paper sitting on the dresser next to the mirror, with a pen resting on top of it. She’d scrawled something on the pad.
“Ah?” he echoed. “Having cold feet, are we? Or should I saw cold paws?”
“Um,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze and moving in front of the pad of paper so he couldn’t see what she’d written on it.
“I know exactly what’s happening here.”
“I decided to back out and live my life as a single fox?” she suggested hopefully.
