Page 37 of The Kill

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TYSON

With Mandy’s scent now permeating every corner of my house, and lingering on the sheets where I held her down, my wolf is far more settled.

His mate is nearby.

She likes me, enjoyed what happened between us, and wants to do it again, even though she’s mad about me revealing her location to Weston.

I’ve managed a few hours of restful sleep; between that and her blood, I feel better than I have in a long time. Her arousal still hangs in the air, and my cock aches for her. Reaching down, I grip it hard and moan, stroking my hard length. Cursing, I’m tempted to relieve the ache myself but I know it won’t compare to the real thing.

Soon. We’ll have her soon.

Cracking my eyes open, I blink groggily at the large window. It’s still dark outside. Mandy won’t be up yet, but I itch to speak with her. I’ll need to leave early today, and, before I go, I want to make sure she knows I’m only doing this for her. That I wouldn’t put her in danger if I hadn’t thought this through properly.

There’s no other way.

Sighing, I go to roll onto my back, jumping when something soft and warm behind me blocks me: Mandy. My heart pounds in my chest, and I lie still, afraid to disturb her as she breathes, shallow and even, her warm breath tickling the back of my neck. With a plaintive little mewl, she wriggles closer, throwing a leg over my thigh and burrowing a small hand under the covers to rest on my bare stomach, inches from my rock-hard erection.

Fucking hell. Her hand feels like it’s on fire, or maybe that’s me. Her sleepy sighs as she snuggles in close are heaven. When she shifts so her cheek rests on my chest, I feel like a king. I imagine waking up each morning like this, with the woman I love tucked up against me, safe in my arms. I can barely dare to hope it might soon be like this every day.

I let my fingers trail over the exposed, silky-soft skin of her shoulder and down to her clavicle. The thought of marking that creamy skin with my teeth, more permanently than the two tiny dots on her perfect throat, is enticing. An overwhelming urge to claim her takes hold, and it’s all consuming. My dick reacts, straining to reach her and ready to go, even more enthusiastic when Mandy’s fingers start to play with the line of hair leading from my navel down to my pubic bone.

I watch her carefully for any signs that she’s awake and toying with me, but her eyes are still closed. As those fingers wander lower, teasing and tickling me as her hand skims over my bare skin, dangerously close to my cock, which twitches at her nearness.

She’s definitely fast asleep. Scrubbing my hand down over my face, I curse, trying to dredge up the willpower to be a better man. Because it’s so fucking tempting to pretend I don’t know what’s going on here as she grinds her pussy against the outside of my leg and moans softly.

Lying as stiff as a board while she continues to rub her swollen clit against me, I groan, my claws ripping my sheets as her drenched panties paint her scent on my thigh. She’s marking me, branding me as hers with every roll of her hips.

Pressing my head back into my pillow, I bury my fists into my eye sockets, gritting my teeth. Her hand touches my cock, and she leisurely drags one index finger from the base all the way up to the head, now dripping pre-cum. She traces the thick, bulging vein that’s rapidly pumping all the blood from my brain to my groin, putting my cock firmly in charge.

When she wraps her silky palm around me, I jerk upright and grab her arm to stop her before this gets out of hand.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough,” I hiss, gently pulling her hand off me and trying to roll her away from me.

Pouting in annoyance, Mandy’s full lips stick out, just asking to be bitten. It’s beyond cute that she’s annoyed I’ve taken my cock away.

She stubbornly resists my attempts to move her, somehow managing to manoeuvre her way on top of me. Her hips straddle mine, and her pussy rests exactly where I’d want it if she were wide awake and willing. Perky breasts brush my chest as she rocks forward, purring as she . I long to dip my head and suck a pebbled nippled into my mouth.

“Mandy?” I whisper.

Reaching up, I wrap my fingers around her hips, meaning to lift her off me, but her hands land on top of mine, holding them in place as she rocks harder over my length, encouraging me to direct her movements just how I’d like it.

Groaning loudly, my hips thrust upwards of their own accord, the willpower of a wolf who’s found his unmarked mate in his bed is only so strong.

“Fuck! Yes, take what you need.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as Mandy digs her pearly white teeth into her bottom lip and lets her head fall back, a look of unashamed joy on her face as she bucks against me. Her long fingers spread on my stomach for balance as she speeds up her movements.

“Tyson, please,” she whispers, begs, a sharp gasp passing her lips as she finds the perfect spot and grinds down harder. “That feels so good.”

Her fingers move my shoulders as she falls forward, changing the angle and rubbing her clit against me. She clings to me, nipples grazing my chest as she moves, moaning breathlessly.

Still holding her around her the waist, feeling her every move, I try to force myself to stop her, but she’s just too fucking sexy. And this is everything I’ve dreamed of for seventeen long years.

Who am I to say no to my mate? If she wants to use me to get off, it would be rude to ruin her fun. The thought of her coming like this, taking what she wants from me, has me biting my tongue to stop the filthy words I want to say from tumbling out of my mouth.

When she leans forward and kisses me, nibbling my bottom lip and my along my jaw, I stretch my arms over my head and grip the headboard hard. It’s the only way I can stop myself from flipping us and throwing her underneath me.

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