Another night.
When he pulled from her mouth, she cried out in loss.
“I’m here, baby. Right here.”
He flipped, a rough turn of his hands, and helped her get on her hands and knees on the stairs. He lifted to his feet, bracing one between her knees.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“Right here?”
“Take me.”
His power leaked out and ripped at their clothing. In seconds they were pressed together, their flesh heated and his cock nuzzled against her ass. He didn’t wait, didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He pulled back, aligned, and slammed home.
She screamed, but he took her higher. Each pointed stab into her made her body clench. His hands on her hips were the only things keeping her from falling forward. Her breasts jiggled with each rough hit, and she wanted him to make her lose her mind.
Somehow, Giuliana gained the strength to lift her upper body, and he helped her. His arm was a thick band over her ribs, and he used his other hand to keep her back arched for his thrusts.
“More. Please more.”
Pasquale didn’t let her beg much longer. His power washed over her, the same tendrils she felt in her house so long ago. They licked their way over her skin, and she was undone. They played with her nipples and flicked her clit with precision. Pasquale was everywhere, pulling her under a wave of pleasure.
She gasped, barely able to breathe.
I claim you as my mate, from this day and forever more.
His teeth slid into the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. The sting unfurled into agonizing pleasure. They were locked, their magic twirling and meshing as one. Even as he punctured her skin, her healing gift instantly closed the wound. Yet he didn’t let go. Over and over he marked her, sending his possession deeper within her.
Her heart pounded, her thighs clenched, and she was nothing more than one long nerve. He plucked her, sending shocks of sweetness pouring over her. Giuliana coated him in liquid eat with each push. Wet sounds echoed in the room as he took her.
Mine.
Mine.
Yours.
Yours.
They claimed each other, pulling and wrapping all the fear of the day into a ball until it fed what they were now doing. She couldn’t risk losing him without having known this moment. Without having had him claim her.
Tears sprang to her eyes.
She’d been so alone for so long. Red had walked beside her, but most of the time she thought she was crazy. Dominic had so many pressures with Arturo, and then taking his own pack. Giuliana hadn’t been the easy friend with the other women as much as she’d wished.
Until this moment, she hadn’t realized how she’d needed something that was hers.
Pasquale and Snow belonged to her as much as she did them.
They were their own pack, separate from any others. No matter what happened, she’d have them behind her.
Always.
Pasquale’s assurance made her stomach tighten.
He sank a bit behind her, changing the angle, and slammed upward, hitting a spot that made her gasp. He moved faster, taking her roughly. She let him, reveled in him.
