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He held my chin and kissed me deeply, full of sensuality and want. When he pulled back, all smiles were gone and his gaze was intense, ablaze with hunger. “I love you, Emmaline. You’ve given my life meaning in ways you can’t even imagine.”

“I love you, Tryn. My mate.” I tugged at his lower lip with my teeth on our next kiss, resulting in a deep, sexy groan from him.

“One last thing you need to know.” His voice became rough, guttural as he rolled me to my back and fit himself on top of me.

“The bites.” I stared at the thick, round muscle of his shoulder, already itching to sink my teeth into his flesh.

“Yes.” His lips grazed my neck like he was thinking the same thing. “When mates bite each other, it solidifies the bond. Our fates will be sealed and our scents will change slightly to the perspective of other wolves. That scent change, and the scars from our bites, are like wedding bands for humans. They tell everyone we’re taken and off-limits.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, using my thighs to squeeze and draw him in closer. “So what are we waiting for?”

He grinned against my neck before lifting to meet my eyes. “The bites make this permanent, Emmaline. For the rest of our lives, and we’ll live for a very long time. Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes.” I had never been more sure of anything in my life, even becoming a vet. “This is me talking, not my wolf, Tryn. I waited my whole life for you, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I want my fate intertwined with yours forever.”

He stared at me for a moment before resting his forehead on mine with a sigh. “Fuck. What did I do to deserve you?”

“Bite me and maybe it’ll come to you.” I nuzzled the side of his face until I found his earlobe and nipped it, pulling another delicious groan from him.

Tryn eased away from my teeth, mischief lighting up his eyes. “Here’s the thing, beautiful.”

“Ugh, what now?” I moaned with mock frustration.

His fist closed in my hair, prompting me to arch and bare my throat. “Every mated wolf I’ve talked to says the bites feel best when on the brink of orgasm.”

Chapter 25

Emmaline

The way he looked at me, caged under his thick, muscle bound body, was predatory in the absolute best way. He would only ever look at me like this, like the most savory, delectable meal he’d ever tasted. I was at the mercy of this big, powerful wolf and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Tryn’s mouth fell to mine in a rough, possessive kiss that lit a fire throughout my nervous system. His bare skin slid against mine, eliciting a need for his touch everywhere. My arms slid around his back as the kiss deepened. With his rich scent in my nose, the pressure and slide of his lips and tongue, and how he trapped me beneath him, I was already getting drunk on pleasure from this wolf.

“Question,” I gasped when his mouth slid away, dragging a trail of heat along my jaw to my neck.

“Mm.” It was barely a sound over the kisses he placed along my pulse.

“How many orgasms before you bite me?”

He chuckled darkly, taking his time to suck lightly at the crook of my neck. “As many as I want.”

“Rough estimate?”

“I’m thinking double digits.”

“Double digits?! Tell me you’re not serious.”

“Haven’t decided yet.” He found my mouth and kissed me again, his grin only widening. “You act like my wanting to please you is a bad thing.”

“You can please me all you want after you bite me.” My nails dug into his back. “That’s what I want most of all, Tryn. Your claim on me. I don’t want to spend another moment not being officially yours.”

“You make very strong arguments, Dr. E. I’ll consider it.” He nipped my lip before heading lower, trailing under my chin and nibbling at the column of my throat. “But I want to savor you,” he added in a throaty whisper before kissing the space between my collarbones. “I want to taste and please and inhale every inch of my mate before I claim her. I’m going to become intimately acquainted with every square inch of her body. Only then can I decide where to place my bite.”

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” Despite how long he intended to drag this out, my toes curled in anticipation and I arched under the blissful treatment of his hands and mouth. If I didn’t focus on the bite, having him worship and please me from head to toe sounded absolutely incredible.

“If I do, I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it,” he promised. His lips dragged down my sternum before moving over to one breast.

I shivered at the rough contact of his beard, the soft breeze of warm air from his mouth, and the slightest searing heat from the tip of his tongue. He circled my flesh, ignoring my nipple until the peak was uncomfortably tight and tense. It ached so badly for contact, it was nearly painful. When he finally laved his tongue over it, I moaned with relief. Then pinpricks of pain returned as he dragged his teeth over it, and my moan turned into a sharp cry.

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