Page 29 of Crescent Warrior

“Mine,” he growled against her skin, leaning up to yank her hair back, releasing her wrists.

Her hands landed in front of her and she used them to push herself into his hold.

Et tu, body?

He pinned her to the bed, a snarl leaving his mouth as he jerked her hair to tilt her neck back, baring the spot she knew he wanted to mark her. She bucked then, finally challenging him.

He growled low, his palm giving her pussy a warning squeeze as he cupped it, pulling her tight against him, his leaking cock a steel brand against her still-stinging ass.

Her moan was ragged as he thrust a finger inside of her. She clenched around him, gyrating with abandon. He skimmed her clit with his thumb and that was all she needed to fall over the edge she was hovering on.

Screaming, her throat stinging with the volume, her entire body shook, losing control of her muscles. She would have fallen forward if not for his hands holding her upright.

In the midst of it, her skin feeling like it was burning off of her from the heat, she felt his bite, hard and uncompromising on the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck.

The mating mark.

Her wolf howled with satisfaction as she spiraled again, one orgasm somehow coalescing into another. Drowning in pleasure, she felt her vision go dark.

Hippolyta woke slowly, her body heavy and cumbersome. Moaning, her ass stinging, she felt a body stir under her. Her eyes popped open with shock, meeting the sleeping face of someone she thought she would never be this close to again.

Cole.

Her memories came back in a rush. The asshole spanked her! Her mind was screaming at her to scramble away from him, but her wolf had other ideas. When she was in heat, it always felt like she didn’t have any control of herself.

She watched his long, dark lashes on his cheeks for long moments, basking in his masculine beauty before rubbing her face against his throat. He groaned, his arm tightening around her.

Adjusting her position on him so that she was straddling him, she nibbled between his shoulder and neck. The same spot he marked her earlier.

I should be so pissed.

Yet, here she was, purring like a happy cat, settling herself over him, ready for anything he wanted to do to her.

I hate myself right now. Three days of this shit.

It seemed she was going to humiliate herself for the entirety of her heat. Burying her hands in his hair, she watched his eyes flutter open, appreciating the awe in his gaze.

“Lyta?” he gasped, gripping her hips, squeezing her tight.

The jolt of his touch made her moan, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she rocked her bare pussy against the jutting length of his cock, her lips parted around his girth, her juices making the glide easy.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, his hands massaging her, exploring her. She had read all about dry humping, but this exceeded all of her expectations.

She leaned forward, moving his hands to her bare breasts. His eyes widened as he massaged them, his gaze moving over every inch of her.

She knew she would be his first. Finding a mate early didn’t leave much room for sexual exploration, and she reveled in that fact. The thought of him thinking about anyone else, comparing her to another female, drove her insane.

Her eyes slid shut as she rolled her hips, aligning his cock with her clit. She moaned, her hair curtaining around them. This was exactly what she imagined, night after night, using too many batteries to count in her vibrator.

Cole. My mate. My love.

She whimpered, her mind trying to fight against the pain lancing her heart. Feeling his gaze on her, she peeked at him.

His eyes were hooded, burning with lust. She couldn’t bear if they did this, if they consummated their matehood, and he decided that she wasn’t enough for him. Even as her heat drove her insane with lust, the thought made her falter.

She wasn’t enough for him before, what would make her enough for him now? Slowing her movement, she felt her brow furrow.

What if I’m doing this wrong?

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