Page 64 of Crescent Warrior

“Again?” Her voice was incredulous, shaking her head in awe.

“After hearing about how you slid your beautiful fingers into your sweet cunt while I was sleeping next to you?” His face was stern, his eyebrow quirked. “Hell, yes, I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”

She screamed as he filled her in one thrust, her vision going blurry as she felt him inside her, the ache of her sore muscles ratcheting up the pleasure as he circled her clit with his fingers.

“Every night I was next to you, I would imagine us doing this,” he groaned. “When I was in my own bed, I’d fuck my fist, wishing it was you. That you would let me do this to you.”

“I wished you would,” she gasped, clinging to him. The stretch of him, his girth and length almost overflowing her pussy, making her ache for him every time he pulled out. “Every night, for years, I wished you would realize I was your mate.”

“I was so stupid,” he freely admitted, making her laugh, a tear leaking out of her eye. His hips slowed and he pressed a kiss to the tear, licking it from her skin. “If I could go back and re-do that night, my Lyta, I would.”

She nodded, tears leaking freely now. He tried to pull out of her, but she tightened her legs around him, rocking her hips.

“No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He tilted her jaw up so he could kiss her, deepening it and twining his tongue with hers as he thrust forward, making her moan against his mouth.

“Want to try something new?” he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes. Her eyes widened, but she nodded. He lifted her legs, adjusting her so that they were over his shoulders, leaving her wide open to him.

She cried out at the new angle, at the way she was helplessly pinned for him as he moved inside her. He held her wrists over her head again with one hand while he pinched a nipple with the other.

Trailing his fingers from her nipple to her clit, he played her like an instrument, fucking her in time to his strokes. She was coming, screaming at the top of her lungs, her body spiraling out of control, after two perfect punches of his hips.

He groaned, dropping her hands to fist her hair, arching her neck for him to bite her mark again. She didn’t even know what it would look like at this point. Just a mess of purple and raw skin.

“Mine,” he growled against her and she had to agree.

She couldn’t possibly belong to anyone else. She didn’t even belong to herself. She was his. Her throat stung as she screamed, his fingers never leaving her, bringing her to another orgasm, trembling in his arms.

The sound that left him was pure animal pleasure, making her pussy spasm around him even more. He nuzzled her jaw, groaning as he pumped hard into her, seeming to come apart in his skin.

“My Lyta,” he hissed as he pushed her into the bed, shoving hard.

She whimpered, unable to speak as aftershocks shook through her. Her entire body was sore and achy as she came down from the high, her eyes leaking with tears she couldn’t understand.

He sighed happily against her skin, making another round of tender emotion swell inside her. He ran soft, apologetic kisses across her aching mark, but his hand was still fisted tightly in her hair, yanking the roots hard.

She went lax in his arms as he pulled out of her. She felt his come leaking out, but she couldn’t even muster the energy to move.

He made a sound low in his throat as his eyes narrowed on her pussy, his pupils blown so wide they were black with lust.

“No more,” she moaned, her eyes drooping closed. He licked his lips with a mischievous smirk as he watched her and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER TEN

Alex waited, eyes narrowed on the path, when Michael stepped in front of him. Flummoxed, he watched the big male lower to his haunches, preparing himself for a fight.

“If they attack, run.”

“No,” he muttered, moving to his side instead. “If we need to fight, we’ll do it together.”

Michael watched him warily before nodding, reaching out to squeeze his arm in silent support. Since this was the first time he reached out of his own volition, Alex felt a pang in his chest, wondering if this man, who was slowly becoming a friend to him, would die before they even had a chance to figure out who they were to each other.

Before I can get Selene back.

His jaw clenched in annoyance and fury, focusing on the sound of rustling leaves that announced the arrival of the three Werewolves, their scent strong as they came into view.

Their eyes were narrowed, and the huge male on the right was snarling. The male on the left, the one that looked like them, froze, his gaze going back and forth between them, lifting his head to scent the air.

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