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We find our rhythm, my hips snapping up to meet his thrusts.

This is it, I realize amid the rising tide of pleasure.

We are rutting. This is how a wolf claims his mate. The way his mate acquiesces with full consent to his dominance.

It’s not sweet, it’s not nice.

It’s beautiful. Wild. Feral.

And it feels so damn right.

Jax’s grip on my buttocks intensifies—it feels like there are claws, not nails, digging into my flesh. His breathing is ragged and rasping as he speaks my name like an incantation, his breath hot against my neck, and then I feel the sharp point of his fangs grazing my skin.

Is Jax wolfen right now, or man? I can’t tell. And I don’t care.

I am lost to everything but the building pressure inside me, the need to come so intense that it’s almost painful as I squirm and whine and pant and beg, impaled on his cock, his knot.

Such. Sweet. Torture.

Jax growls harshly. “You want me to claim you, make you mine, baby? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, oh yes. Jax, I’m yours.”

“Then come for me.”

That’s all I need for my orgasm to crash through me. My internal muscles grip his knot. I feel it swell within me. And then my beautiful wolfman howls as he releases deep inside me.

As I scream with my own release, I feel sharp fangs puncturing my neck.

And I know that Jax has claimed me, once and for all, as his.

CHAPTER 19

JAX

As I come down from the high of our mutual orgasm, I realize two things.

One: Tippy and I are stuck together.

And two: there are dark, red droplets of blood oozing out of a small incision in her neck.

When my knot entered her and her sweet cunt locked around my cock, there was no going back. I was ready to burst, my balls rock hard and my knot pulsing inside her. I felt the pleasure building, and when I demanded that she come for me, and she broke apart around my cock, every last bit of restraint left me.

I pounded into her as I snarled out a litany of dirty words and love, and the gods only knows what else, as my orgasm practically blew my head off.

In those final moments, all I wanted was to plant my seed deep inside her.

Bite her.

Claim her.

And now I’m slumped over her on the tabletop, with our dinner plates on the floor.

And we’re well and truly locked together.

Tippy starts to giggle. I find myself joining in. “Hmm, this is definitely new to me.”

“And me. Now what, Jax?”