Page 63 of The Kill

Pushing her down so her front hits the marble counter, and her ass sticks out, I growl in satisfaction. “You like that?”

Leaning forward, continuing to nuzzle her neck and stroke her curves, I kiss her mark again, still struck with disbelief that I was given a life with this beautiful woman. Using my knee to knock her legs slightly wider, I press hard against her back, showing her how perfectly we line up in this position.

“Blake’s going to ask you to be the luna of your pack,” I whisper, barely letting my words settle in her brain as I kiss up the back of her neck. With a needy moan, Mandy places her palms flat against the counter to give her better balance as I rock against her, letting her imagination run.

“You don’t have to make any decisions right now. I’m just telling you that he will.”

Unashamed, I spend a disproportionate amount of time stroking my hands over her ass and down the back of her thighs. I cover her from behind, resting my hands next to hers and letting my chest settle against her back, cocooning her.

“I can’t be luna. I’m not like you, I don’t have alpha blood.” She doesn’t sound disappointed or upset, in fact she sounds like she’s floating on a cloud. Very proud of myself for easing her tension, I let my lips move against her jaw as I speak.

“You were always going to be luna. This time, you could have a sexy wolf hybrid as your devoted mate, and sometimes the muscle.” I nip her earlobe as I rock my hard length against her ass. “Lee was no alpha. He didn’t act like one, and he didn’t fight like one. But you were always a luna.”

Reaching around, I gently stroke her sensitive clit through her leggings and grin when her body shudders in pleasure at my touch.

“Would you do that? Come with me?”

I struggle to push down my hurt that she even needs to ask.

“I go where you go. We’re a team. The boys would have to be able to come, of course. Noah will need some friends to help him get used to the idea of becoming alpha.”

Her body stiffens, thoughts of Noah’s future fate being sealed by her decision robbing her of her relaxed state. Another firmer bite, this time to her shoulder, brings her back to me. She gasps as I grab her dark leggings and rip them apart.

“Tyson!” She’s about to argue, but words fail her when I position myself at her entrance. She’s dripping wet and ready for me.

As I push inside her, this angle making her impossibly tight, my insides come alive. Everywhere we touch tingles, and every thrust adds another string to the bond joining us together. I cover her hands with my own and groan as she arches her back, pushing her ass higher in the air so I can drive deeper inside her.

“Mine,” I snarl, quiet but deadly, as though someone might dare to take her from me any minute. “You’re mine, Mandy. Heart, body, and soul.” I punctuate each word with a hard thrust, my control slipping as her heavenly body clenches around me, and her soft moans drive my wolf crazy.

“Yes, Tyson!” She pulls her hand free of mine and drops it between her legs, touching where I slide inside her.

Harder and faster, I pound into her until she straightens, forcing me to step back and pull out. Confused, I’m worried I’ve hurt her, but I don’t sense any pain.

My thoughts are abruptly cut-off when she turns and launches herself at me, her hands going around my neck and her legs around my waist. When her lips crush to mine, I groan into her mouth, grabbing my cock, and lowering her down onto it with a rough grunt.

Stumbling forward, her back hits the cool countertop, knocking a fruit bowl onto the floor, and I drive into her over and over. Her nails scour the back of my neck as she holds tight, bucking to meet me on each thrust, chanting my name. I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, trying hard not to come and end this too soon when she bites my ear hard, and then sinks her teeth deep into my mark again.

“Fuck,” I shout as I spill deep inside her, thick ropes of cum shooting into her loose, languid body, stretched over the kitchen island. She smiles, tired and sated, and I decide that having a bit of possessiveness is no harm at all.

39

MANDY

We’re just getting out of the raunchiest shower I’ve ever had when there’s a loud knock at the door. The house practically shakes with the force of it.

With a dramatic, put-upon sigh, Tyson grabs a towel, plants a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose, and points to the clothes sitting on top of the hamper. “Clothes on before you go out. I won’t be held accountable if I murder someone just for looking at these sexy legs.”

In a perfect display of double standards, he strides out to answer the door with his muscular chest on display, every inch of silky skin glistening from the shower. The lock clicks and as Tyson opens the door, a blast of angry alpha aura fills my tiny house.

Shit. Blake’s back.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Going near my mate and sneaking up to my home when I wasn’t here?!” With a furious snarl, I hear him step inside and slam the door shut. “Do you have a death wish, Tyson? Are you trying to make me kill you?”

Quickly, I throw on my shorts and t-shirt and dash out into the hallway to see how bad things are. They’re not good. Blake has Tyson pinned against the wall, his forearm pressed to Tyson’s windpipe as his chest rises and falls rapidly, his loud growls filling the small space.

“She came up with a brilliant idea. I wanted to thank her,” Tyson hisses, keeping his hands by his side so he doesn’t escalate things with any sudden movements. “For Noah.”

Tilting his head, suspicious of Tyson but intrigued, Blake backs off and gives him room to breathe. My mate rubs this throat but otherwise stays calm.

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