Page 67 of Blood of Vengeance

My mate laughed and held me closer, blissing me out in that moment. I might as well have been high—could have been drunk and stoned for how I felt. The release of tension, the total relaxation I received from claiming my mate. I was floating because of Locklyn.

“How would you like it if I bit you back?” she asked, sounding playful and almost teasing. I rolled us over, ending on my back with her sprawled on top of me. Her hair hung down around our faces, curtaining us in, and her breasts pushed against my chest to make this delicious shelf that I really wanted to fuck at some point. I wanted to do everything with her—spank her, tease her, bathe her, fuck her everywhere, feed her, take care of her. This was my mate, the woman I had been waiting my entire life for. I wanted every moment going forward filled with her.

But I would need to explain how a mating worked at some point.

“You can bite me wherever and whenever.” I kissed her nice and deep, tasting every bit of her I could. Tangling our tongues and breathing her breath. Needing more. Breaking away only to ask for that more. “Get your pussy up here. I need another taste.”

She laughed and dropped her head to my shoulder. “I’m too sensitive. You’d get one lick in, and I’d be coming all over you.”

“I see nothing wrong with this.”

“I do.” She slid to the side, letting her hand rest on my stomach. Moving it lower as she held my gaze. “I feel like I owe you orgasms.”

That statement pulled me up short enough to basically ignore the fact that my mate now had my dick in her hand. “You feel what?”

“I mean, you always make sure I have at least two.” She rested her head on my chest, that wicked hand sliding over where I was already so fucking hard for her. Teasing me. “You only get one.”

“You don’t owe me orgasms, Locklyn.”

The pout she threw my way had my balls pulling up tight and my heart practically breaking open. My connection to her meant I knew she was teasing—felt the joy at her little game—so I played along. Letting her jack me off as that bottom lip begged for me to bite it.

“So, you want me to stop?” she asked, ever the temptress.

I growled and reached for her ass, grabbing tight and digging my fingers into the flesh. “Never.”

“Good.” This woman—my mate—held my gaze as her hand got real fucking serious. Fingers wrapped around my girth with a grip just short of painful and a rhythm that had my toes curling and my inner wolf singing to the moon above. Fuck me, her touch felt good. Better than good—tremendous, life-altering, phenomenal. All the words I couldn’t have spoken in that moment to save my life because every bit of blood had left my brain and flooded south to where she continued to stroke up and down my cock.

It felt so good, I was about to embarrass myself.

“Short stack,” I groaned, thrusting my hips into her hand and moaning loudly when she did some sort of twisting motion in response. “Fuck, I’m going to come in your hand.”

“That’s sort of the goal right now, big guy.”

I reached between her legs from behind, unable to bend my hand in a way to slip my fingers inside her but knowing she was sensitive enough for a little play. Just a bit. I managed to align two fingers in her pussy folds and slide up so I had her clit clamped between them. Locklyn moaned and writhed at the touch, likely both wanting to avoid the added sensation on her sensitive flesh and needing more of the contact. I knew she could come again. It was my job to convince her she wanted to.

“Feel good, mate?”

She nodded, still hand-fucking me. Not breaking her rhythm one bit. “I wanted to make you come.”

“Oh, you will. And soon. But this pussy is too wet for me to ignore. You like jacking me off?”

“Yes,” she moaned, the pained sound bringing out another growl in me. A soft one—almost purr-like. One I had never made before.

“Fuck, your hand feels so good. Nowhere near as good as this pussy…” I raised my hand off her and brought it back down, smacking her clit. Chuckling at the way she jumped and mewled. “But it’s still so good. So good.”

And it was. My girl had a grip on me—strong, unyielding, and absolutely divine. She also twisted and pulled and flicked the head of my cock in ways that sent vibrations shooting up my abdomen. There was no way I could hold back from coming, but I needed to push it off. Just a bit. Just enough to make her come first.

Because yeah, I would never take without giving.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered, squeezing my fingers over her clit and rubbing her harder and faster than before. “I want to see you break apart on my hand again. Come for me like the good girl I know you are.”

“Flinch.” She rocked against me, tucking her head into my side and moving her entire body as she chased her pleasure. Still fucking my cock with her hand like a champion. I kept my eyes on her, kept what little focus I could muster pointed her way. Which really just meant watching her ass move as she writhed against my fingers buried between those thighs. The view was spectacular, I had to admit. All ass and occasional peeks of my cock in her hand.

Fucking amazing.

“Harder,” she whispered as her hips began to move a little faster and her grip tightened almost unconsciously. “Oh god, harder.”

I obliged like a good mate, squeezing my fingers around her clit and pushing up. Trapping that little pearl of flesh between my hand and her pubic bone. It had to hurt a bit, had to bring so much sensation to her, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she groaned long and loud before her entire body seized. The trembling, the erratic pulls of her hand still trying so hard to get me off, the sound she made as she found her release. I came with a snarl, arching off the bed while holding Locklyn to me by her pussy. Both of us breathing heavy and clinging to each other. Her pleasure pushing mine over an edge I hadn’t been prepared to hit. Doubling it. I could have come for hours—felt as if I had.

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