Page 60 of The Kill

She whimpers as I press my hand between her thighs, feeling how wet she is for me. Her arousal perfumes the air, and I relish in how easily my fingers slide across her entrance. Dragging her wetness up over her clit, I stroke her and swallow each one of her delicious little pants.

“Tyson,” she cries out as I push a finger inside her, then two, curling to find that sensitive spot that makes her melt. “Take me. Drink my blood.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. With a guttural growl, I toss her backward onto the bed and dive between her thighs. Burying my tongue inside her pussy, I lap at her honey, groaning as her flavour bursts on my tongue. Stroking her clit with my thumb while I tease her with my tongue, I growl, loving how she squirms from the vibrations passing to her sensitive clit.

“Mine,” I growl. “All fucking mine.” Without warning her, I sink my fangs in her upper thigh, my head swimming with ecstasy when her taste hits my tongue. Keeping my movements against her clit steady, I thrust my fingers back inside her in time with each draw of blood, stretching her, making sure she’s ready for what’s to come.

“Tyson!” she squeals, taken by surprise, gasping and chanting my name, writhing underneath me from the pleasure my bite delivers, especially when it’s so close to her core. “Fuck, it’s too much. I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” I moan, sucking hard and savouring every last drop of the sweet nectar she gifts me. Even as I pin her down to stop her wriggling while I still have my teeth buried in her flesh, she shivers, her body shaking with each pull and the movement of my hand between her legs. When I increase the pressure, she cries out and shatters in my arms, her pussy quivering around my fingers. Withdrawing my teeth quickly, I surge up over her and line my cock up at her entrance, thrusting deep inside her in one rough jerk of my hips.

“Mandy, fuck, fuck!” I grunt, losing control completely as I pound into her, her tight core still fluttering around me with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her slender arms wrap around my neck and drag me down as I drive into her, over and over, my wolf desperate to claim her after fearing we’d never be together again.

While I try to quell the storm of emotions inside me, I feel the sharp prick of her teeth settling against my skin. My breathing stops as I wait, my body begging her to go ahead and claim me. Her tongue licks my neck gently, so softly, I barely feel it, but it makes my heart melt.

“May I?” She’s asking permission. Nobody ever asks me for permission. They either take or they assume what I want.

“Fuck, Mandy, do it, it’s killing me not to be yours.”

The words are barely out of my mouth when she bites down hard and fireworks explode behind my eyes. Coming immediately, I press her hard against the mattress with one last thrust, staying buried deep inside her, and come with a loud, guttural groan.

Unable to stay up on my arms with the force of the sensation that flows through me, I fall forward to my elbows, stunned by the power of the sensations rolling through me.

I can feel it. I can feel how amazed she is, thrilled and proud. Breathless and panting, I dust kisses across her face and along her jaw, giving her one last lingering look as I slowly withdraw from her luscious body. With a contented sigh, I pull back and let my head rest against her tummy, well and truly spent, and admire the gorgeous woman still grinning down at me in satisfaction.

Her fingers skim the marks on my shoulder, and she grins.

“You’re all mine now, Tyson.”

36

MANDY

My bedroom is plain and looking at it now through a guest's eyes, it’s easy to tell I haven't lived here long, or made any attempt to settle in. A suitcase still sits inside the door, packed like I was expecting to leave again soon.

“That's a bit big for a go bag,” Tyson comments, setting me down gently on the comforter and pulling a blanket up over my body. Pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, he stands and points out to the hallway. “Think Noah would mind me borrowing something to wear?”

Sitting back up on my elbows, I shake my head, watching his firm ass flex magnificently as he walks into the hallway and down to my son’s room to steal some clothes. When he appears again, he looks a little odd in ripped jeans and a hoodie.

“Where are you going?” I ask, looking out the window as the light outside continues to get brighter. Tyson tugs the hood up and the sleeves of the jumper down to cover his hands.

“I’m just going to go and check in with Seth and Lucian. Then I need to apologise to Zoe.” Kneeling on the corner of the mattress, he kisses me again, this one filled promise for later.

“Maybe check with Blake first that it’s okay. He might still be a bit nervous.” That’s putting it politely, but Tyson just laughs and points to his neck.

“He knows. He knows there’s no way I could even look at her like that now. I’ll be back soon. Sleep.”

As he steps into the hallway once more, a thought occurs to me. “Tyson!” He sticks his head back in the door, one dark eyebrow raised in question. “Can you… not go out in the sun?”

That seems like a ridiculous question. I’ve seen him in the sun before. We ran in wolf form; he walked me the entire way from Max’s house to his mansion. That doesn’t make sense, but then why is he covering his skin?

“It burns me. If it’s weak sunlight, or we’re moving in and out of the shadows, my wolf can keep up with the healing, but it’s too strong today.”

My chest tightens, and my heart clenches as I picture him marching through the trees, racing to get home. I didn’t understand. Didn’t think to question it either. Scrambling up the bed, horrified, I stare at him.

“Are you crazy? So, all that time, when we were walking back to your house, your skin was burning.”

Tyson’s eyes soften as he feels my concern through the bond.

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