Page 21 of Harvest

“You’re such a jerk, mate of mine. How is it you’ve made me fall in love with you?”

“I’m not sure, but I’ll take it.”

Xander fisted her silky tresses and tilted her head back, trying to cover her mouth with his own. She bit his lower lip and he jerked his head back.

“Listen you Neanderthal, when your mate tells you she loves you, you might want to trying saying it back,” she snarled.

He kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue past her lips and teeth to entice her tongue to dance with his.

When he lifted his head, he said, “You’re right my beloved, but I’m just a mere mortal man, you’re going to have to be patient and teach me some of these things. What I should have said was that I don’t know how I managed it, but I am damn glad I did because I love you more than my own life, more than mynext breath and I can’t imagine living even a moment without you.”

Her mate wasn’t just good with impact play, the man knew how to kiss. He trailed kisses down her neck to her nipples, before sucking on one and moving to the other. Arousal surged through her system and all she wanted was to have him inside her, stroking her, fucking her, loving her. He hadn’t used that word yet, but she could feel it in every single thing he did. He might not say it, but she felt it, nonetheless.

He pressed her back against the stone wall of the shower and lifted her before lowering her down, impaling her on his cock. She groaned in sheer pleasure. God he was huge, but her pussy had already learned to accommodate him. Her nipples grazed over his chest. She supposed if they hadn’t been so aroused, the sensation would only have been pleasurable, but even the water could alleviate the mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

Xander began to work her body up and down his shaft as he thrusted inside her. If her mate knew how to kiss and how to use a flogger, that was nothing in comparison to his skill in fucking her silly. She’d always enjoyed sex, but nothing in her past compared to the way Xander filled her and sent her senses soaring. Subspace had nothing on the way she felt when he plunged his rod in and out.

“God, Xander, you feel so fucking good.” She sighed as he held her in his arms and continued to do just that.

Stephanie had been avoiding sex after her captivity even though she hadn’t been raped in the short time she was held in Serbia. She had feared with a wolf that he would try to mark her in order to make a claim for her, and she hadn’t felt any desire for a human male. But this was altogether different. Xander was her fated mate. The need for him to irradicate the mark that had turned her was every bit as strong as his had to be to do it. Sheknew the control he must be exerting to keep from sinking his teeth into her neck in what she knew would be a painful bite.

He pounded her pussy, growling and groaning as he did so. He nuzzled and nipped at her neck and at the spot he wanted to take and bite. Stephanie’s hands went instinctively up to cradle his head and press his mouth to the space between the hollow of her throat and her clavicle. She knew Xander wasn’t an alpha and that normally his bite wouldn’t have left more than a faint scar. But if he was going to erase the mark inflicted by DeMoncada’s goons, he would have to bite harder and deeper and she would carry that mark for the rest of her life. But she wanted that mark and she wanted it now.

Xander lifted his head and looked her in the eye. “Are you sure? I thought you believed it might go better with Marco if we talked to him first.”

Even though he totally supported her with his hands under her ass, she wrapped her legs around his lean hips.

“Marco is in Italy and as you and Damian pointed out is no longer my alpha. I want to meet my new pack with my mate’s claiming mark showing.”

She felt pleasure rushing through her veins as Xander lowered his head a second time and increased the rhythm and strength of his surging shaft as her pussy started to clamp down, she felt Xander sink his canines into her neck, moments before he bit down completely, shaking his head to deepen the bite.

Stephanie howled in release, partly from the orgasm that washed over her and partly from the pain inflicted from his claiming. As he released her throat, he threw his head back and howled in unison with her as he began pumping his seed deep within her. Her pussy contracted all along his length, milking his cock for all it was worth. There was something about the resolution of coupling with Xander that she found imminentlysatisfying. He pressed her against the wall, breathing heavily and kissing the bloodied wound.

They bathed each other, soothing and pleasuring as they sponged one another clean. She leaned her back against his front and giggled as his cock came alive and nestled in the crack of her ass.

“Already?” she asked happily.

“Always.” He chuckled. “Know this mate, I will have you whenever, wherever, and however I want you. There will come a day not in the too distant future that I claim that dark hole and make you love it.”

“I’ve never had any interest in anal sex, and it was always a hard limit for me.” She turned in his arms and growled. “But despite the size of that mighty weapon that you keep between your legs, I no longer feel that way. I want you every way a wolf can take his mate.”

“And you shall have me.”

He reached around her and shut off the water, before helping her out of the shower and wrapping her in a towel. He knew he should urge her to dry herself off and to hurry downstairs. What he really wanted was to take her to their bed, crawl between her legs, and fuck her repeatedly. Damian and the pack could wait a few minutes longer.

He dried her off leisurely, running the towel all along her skin and removing any traces of water. He attended the bite mark on her neck, cleaning it and pressing his lips against it. When he was done, Stephanie returned the favor and dried him off as well. Xander led her back into their room.

“Pretty dress,” he said.

“Thanks, but I got to thinking when I got back from that other room, that it might be too dressy. I’d rather wear a pair of leggings and either your shirt, or better yet your sweater that I had on earlier. Would that be okay?”

“I would like that, and it might send a subtle signal to Marco.”

She laughed. “I think the chunk you tore out of my neck will be all he needs to know.”

“Not necessarily. As you know, there have always been she-wolves marked against their will as you were when you were turned.”

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “I’ll make sure he knows it was at my invitation.”

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