by Ana Raine
Our cocks, hard and leaking, rubbed against one another in preparation for what I knew would leave me limping.
There was no way either one of us was leaving without being tied to one another.
He flipped me over onto my hands and knees and grabbed the lubricant. He had been ready, clearly, because he coated a finger and pressed into my entrance before I had time to blink.
Not that I minded. For so long, I’d wanted to gain back my control, but I was more than happy relinquishing it to someone who was worthy. Jamie fit the bill in every way.
He twisted his finger, first one, then two, and then three until I was seeing stars and humping the bed in my desperate attempt for friction.
I arched my back and cried out when he removed his fingers and lined up perfectly with my hole. There were no words. There didn’t need to be any.
Jamie and I had joined as one before, but this time it was glorious beyond all reproach. I moaned in pleasure as he massaged the tender spot deep within me that had me forgetting my own name.
“Danny,” he cried as he dug his fingers into my hips and adjusted until he found the best angle to go as deep as he wanted to. “Fuck, I wanted this to last longer, but you feel amazing and I’m close. Let me… let me…”
“Yes.” Because I knew him better than myself.
I presented my neck to him as best I could, waiting as the anticipation built up in my cock and my heart. He reached around to stroke my cock, hard and fast like his relentless pounding until I was nearly at the edge.
When his teeth sank into my flesh, the burn was immense and I collapsed as he stroked me over and over until his fingers were coated with my seed.
Every shifter in our pack was going to hear my screams, my appreciation, my gratitude and my love for my mate. But that was what I wanted.
I was his. And as I felt his teeth slowly create the mark that would last forever in my skin, I knew he was mine too.
Ana Raine
Ana is still figuring out what she wants to do with her life, although social work seems to be the most likely. Her best friends are a box of chocolate and her kitten who always sits beside her while she writes. When Ana was in high school, she often wrote about the LGBT community, but now her work is less… innocent. Ana enjoys writing anything and everything, including BDSM, dragons, shifters, magic, and more.
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