by M. L. Briers
Mine… his beast growled…
Ours … Shawn growled back.
She was every bit the mate that he’d dreamed of having and he loved her for it.
He lowered his body over hers, caging her in. When she went to reach for him; he caught her hands in his and pushed them back against the mattress over her head…
“Mine…” he growled.
“Yours…” she answered without hesitation.
He eased his cock against the opening of her wet, hot channel, and pushed his hips towards her, taking her down the thick girth of his length and opening her body to his.
Her satin inner walls sheathed him, and he growled long and hard at the feel of her as she tightened her inner muscles around his length…
“Be careful, you might just send me a little too wild a little too soon…” Shawn growled the warning, but the wicked, mischievous look in her eyes told him everything that he needed to know…
“That’s what I’m hoping for…” She breathed against his lips.
Shawn devoured her once more. Kissing her like she had never been kissed as he pulled back his hips and let his cock start to build up the kind of friction that caused her channel to tighten around him of its own volition.
Then he was moving faster, taking her in long, deep thrusts that made her break away from his lips and roll the back of her head against the bed as she raced back towards another release…
Shawn pulled back on his knees, taking her with him as he locked one of her arms behind her back and kept her place, while he nipped and licked over the soft skin of her shoulder.
His beast was clawing inside of him. The wolf was just under his skin and wanted out. He allowed the beast to push forward, allowed his fangs to elongate as she neared that orgasm…
His hips moved against hers. His cock pounded into her until she caught her breath in anticipation … and the moment that she cried out with that first wave of release; so he bit down into her skin, marking her, claiming her as his, and reaching for her very soul to bond them together.
His wolf howled inside of him as he found her reaching back for him…
The taste of her blood rolled over his tongue and he swallowed down hard. He released his fangs and licked over the wound in her skin. Sealing it there forever…
His beast pulled back, but he was already wild with the fever for her that couldn’t be denied.
“Eva …” He growled against her ear as he brushed his cheek against hers just once before his hips moved in earnest.
There was a fever within his blood and he craved to put his seed deep within her womb. His own need clawed within him for release, and his ears filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and her moans and gasps of pleasure as he thrust to the hilt, again and again, until those thrusts became erratic.
Eva couldn’t hold back if she’d tried. Another orgasm was clawing inside of her and she gave into his desperate demand that she comply…
She cried out at the ferocious intensity of the hard, clenching waves that torn through her body as she clung to him.
Every muscle in Shawn’s body was locked up so tightly that they burned. He craned his head back on his neck as he neared that release, and the moment that she cried out, the moment that her inner muscles suckled around his cock, he buried his cock to the hilt and her body demanded that first release…
He howled at the pleasure that ripped through him. Howled for the bond between them as he took her, over and over again.
He’d wooed and won his mate’s heart.
He’d never let her go.
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“Well, job done.” Connor said as he swung down from the branch of the tree and eyed Dexter. Isobel had long since given up and gone inside…
“You make it sound like a chore…” Dexter offered back.
“I have some explaining to do to Vicky…” Connor offered back. “Two days … God only knows what she’s been buying with the credit cards this time!” Connor grumbled and Dexter couldn’t help but laugh.
“I guess it’s lucky that you’re richer than sin…” Dexter offered back.
“I used to be … then I got a mate.” Connor lied. She really wasn’t that bad, but it had become something of a running joke between the mates, and it made her happy, and whatever made her happy made him deliriously so.
“Could you say that again, I didn’t have my phone set to record it…” Dexter grinned and the vampire offered him a glare.
“Now that would be costly.” Connor said as he turned on his heels and walked away.
“Finally!” Isobel said in a sleep filled voice as she stood at the front door and scowled into the darkness of the night towards the other cabins.
“Doesn’t it make you want to mate?” Dexter said as he started towards Isobel; his voice was teasing.
“That’s why I’m off home!” Connor yelled back over his shoulder, and Isobel couldn’t help but chuckle as her mate grumbled a growl.
The End.