Page 43 of Her Shifter Pack

“Your own mother said it, Markus!”

His hands tightened on my hips and my pussy ached for him, which made me even angrier. What was it about this man that made me need him so much? “She said you’re not monogamous, that you’ll never be monogamous. Not even to a woman you think is your mate.”

Markus turned us around, then pressed me up against the door, my spine against the wood.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he ground out, hissing the words out.

His hands were moving now, down my thighs and grabbing at my long skirt, bunching it up around my waist.

My body throbbed at the prospect of more sex with one of my gorgeous men, but my mind was angry and wanted answers. “Oh, really?” I demanded.

“Yes really,” he said, his words brushing against my lips. “Is she right that I’ve always fucked who I want, when I want? Yes.”

“Then how is this different?” I panted as he slipped his fingers between my thighs and began stroking my clit through my underwear.

“How?” he repeated. “You’re my mate. That’s how. It changes everything.”

“But you don’t want it to.”

“I don’t know!”

I had so many more questions, but as he brushed aside my underwear to slide a finger inside me, all the words in my head evaporated and I was only left with feeling.

I grabbed his shirt and hauled him closer, smashing my mouth against his. Our kiss was aggressive and so hot, it burned through me like a brush fire. I whimpered as he thrust his finger deeper, stoking the flame of desire while making me ache for more.

My tongue searched for his, sliding into his mouth while my hands went to the waistband of his jeans, opening his belt and tearing open the buttoned fly.

Markus groaned into my mouth when I released his cock and wrapped my hand around the thick, hot shaft.

He pulled back just long enough for me to push my underwear and my skirt to the floor, then he lifted me up against the door and impaled me with his cock.

I cried out at every possessive thrust, clinging to him, biting his neck, wanting to get closer. Needing more. Needing it harder. Faster.

He seemed to know what I craved, though neither of us spoke. He just nailed me again and again, fucking me through one orgasm that rolled into the next.

On my third belly-tightening, star-spinning orgasm that made me clench tightly and convulse against him, he came too.

This time he roared loudly in my ear, and I sank my teeth down into the flesh of his shoulder, relishing in the strong streams of heat that filled my belly.

I kissed his face, his lips, his throat. Anywhere I could reach, wanting him to know how much I needed him. How amazing he was.

The silence stretched as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Are you okay?” Markus whispered against the side my face.

I nodded. “I’m more than okay.”

He withdrew, and I winced at the tenderness of the flesh that had received more male attention this past twenty-four hours than it ever had.

I reached for my underwear and skirt, dressing again as Markus re-buttoned and fixed up his shirt that I’d managed to crinkle to the point of no return.

“Ah... I’m sorry about that. Taking you so roughly.” He was staring at the floor and seemed genuinely worried that he’d taken me against my will for some reason.

Far from it.

I smiled at my big, gruff guy. “Oh, please don’t be sorry. Take me like that anytime you want.”

His head came up and he stared straight at me. “You liked it?”

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