Page 59 of The Kill

Stepping across the threshold, I kick the door closed behind me and growl, barely more than a quiet rumble, but I watch as Mandy’s cheeks pink deliciously and her pulse quickens. With self-control I didn’t know I had, I wait. I’ve marked her. She’s mine. I’m going to make sure she knows it.

“Come here,” she whispers, and, pretending to be a good boy, I do what I’m told. Agonisingly slowly, I cross to her, the scent of her belongings, her space, crowding my senses and making me desperate to touch her.

But I don’t. Once again, I wait.

Reaching out a hand, she trails her index fingers from my clavicle down the centre of my chest to the waistband of the borrowed shorts I have on. Dipping just inside, she pulls them an inch out, then let's go, letting the material snap back against my stomach.

Looking up at me from under her eyelashes, all innocent and uncertain, she quickly averts her gaze from the fire she sees in mine. Mandy skims her fingers along the edge to my hip and tickles the skin there with feather light touches and caresses. She inches closer, the heat of her, the intensity of her scent, pushing my willpower to the edge of cracking. My hand snaps out, circling the base of her throat and forcing her to look up at me.

“Tell me what you want, Mandy.”

Her voice is quiet, sultry; when she finally says the words I’ve been praying for, “I want you to take me, I want you to feed from me while you’re still buried inside me.”

Fuck, me. It’s like she read my mind.

“That sounds like a great idea.” When I release my grip, I suppress a smile when she backs up, nervous excitement lighting up her expression. Mandy’s eyes grow comically large as I blur toward her in short spurts, just a few steps at a time. She turns and races away from me, quick on her feet but too slow to get away from me.

When I grab her and haul her back against me, spinning her to take her lips in a tender kiss, she laughs, exhilarated. But when my lips press against hers harder this time, swiping my tongue inside her mouth and stroking hers while I push forward until her back hits the wall, things aren’t so funny anymore.

“I missed you,” she murmurs. “While you were gone, I missed you.” Fumbling at the door to our left, I push it open, manoeuvring Mandy inside what has to be her room. “My wolf needs to mark you. Not being able to mind link was torture.”

Cupping her face in my hands, I kiss her, hard, pouring how desperate I felt to be apart into that kiss. “Never again,” I vow. “You’re never spending another night away from me.”

We’ve spent too many years apart. I’m going to be stuck to her like glue. As I plaster our bodies together, letting her feel exactly how keen I am to be with her, I revel in the thought of us being fully mated with nobody trying to tear us apart.

Mandy gasps at the feel of me poking into her belly but squeezes her eyes shut, determined to get what she wants to say off her chest. Just like I am with her t-shirt.

“You didn’t tell him where Noah was. You made sure he was protected, that I was protected.” Her voice wobbles. “I’m sorry I said I hated you. I didn’t mean it, I just…”

Stopping my attempts to strip her of her borrowed clothing, I stand in front of her and rest my hands on her shoulders, dipping my head so she’s forced to look at me. “In the moment, you did hate me, and you were right to. You thought I’d given up Noah’s location. I needed you to believe that I had, or Wilson might have guessed that I’d lied. In the end, it didn’t matter, but if Blake hadn’t made it on time…”

Shaking my head, I refocus on the topic at hand. “People have said much worse things to me.” Mandy still looks stricken, so I take her hands and gently place them over my shoulders, easing in close. “You don’t hate me now, that’s all that matters to me.”

Grazing her mark with my lips, I sigh happily when she shivers, her body so responsive. When I nip at her neck, my fangs touching her delicate skin, I love the way she extends her neck without even realising it. Her quiet moans as I lick and suck have my aching cock punching forward. The thin shorts I’m wearing do little to contain my enthusiasm for her. It’s safe to say all is forgiven.

Mandy rocks her hips toward me, rubbing herself against my hard thigh and seeking the friction she needs as I walk her backward through the open doorway. In the dimly lit room, first light starts to filter in through the windows, she looks beautiful. Her skin glows and her eyes shine bright. Best of all, the mark on her shoulder suits her perfectly.

As I crowd her toward the bed, she stretches up to keep our lips pressed together, distracting me from my mission to get her to the mattress. Her warm palm slides inside in the material of my shorts and circles my hard length in a firm grip. When she gives me a stroke, her thumb gliding over the slit, I curse, my knees threatening to give way and my balls threatening to empty themselves already, like I’m some horny teenager seeing his first action.

I have to get it together, but the idea of her marking me… it’s got me off-kilter. Once I took this form, I assumed nobody, even my mate, would want me.

But it appears I was wrong.

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Mandy slowly drops to her knees, hooking her fingers into my shorts and tugging them down. Groaning, I step out of them and clasp my hands behind my head, not trusting myself as Mandy’s tongue darts out to taste the bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

“Mandy,” I groan, ragged and desperate as she takes the head of my cock into her mouth, just a little at first, swirling her tongue around the head, teasing the underside as she laps at me. When she takes me deeper, sucking, the warmth of her mouth and the movements of her tongue make my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I grip my hair tight in my fists to stop myself grabbing her head and pressing my cock further into her throat.

When she grabs my thighs with her hands and moans around me, the vibrations travelling through my rock-hard cock to my already-tingling sack, I’m done. If I don’t stop her now, this will all be over far too soon.

“No. No, nope.”

Mandy eases back, smiling, my cock leaving her mouth with a pop. “Something wrong, Tyson?” When she licks her lips, eyes shining with hunger, I have to grip myself hard to stop myself coming right then and there.

She looks so fucking sexy, and I recognise the playful side of her shining through now. Lifting my mate back to her feet, I take her mouth in a brutal kiss, my fingers digging into her scalp. I can’t get close enough to her, can’t hold her tight enough to me. Grabbing her ass in two hands, I squeeze and massage it, loving that there’s lots there to hold on to.

“I need to taste you.” Dragging my lips across her jaw, towards her ear and down her neck, I groan. My tongue touches her skin, feeling her pulse jump beneath her delicate skin. “Can I taste you, Mandy? I’ll make it so good.”

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