Page 44 of Oath of Revenge

She shuddered, and he tugged on her ear with his teeth. “More?”

“This bond between us is like a fire burning deep within me,” he confessed hoarsely. “I need to provide for you, protect you, worship every inch of your body.” As he spoke, his lips traced down the column of her neck and over her collarbone, igniting new sparks of desire within them both.

“Oh,” she said, breathless. “What are you going to do about it?” The hint of challenge in her tone was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill through him.

“Going to woo my mate, for starters” he said, nipping down the side of her neck. “Do you think talking about a deep, aching need will make your pussy weep for me?”

She gasped, her hands spasming in his hair. “Nope, not going to happen.”

He chuckled and ground his hips into hers, making her mouth drop open. He licked her bottom lip. “Are you sure, love? It’s so cold outside, and I’ve been gone for hours. Help me warm up, bunny.”

Her lips sought his, but he just peppered soft, short kisses to her bottom lip, her jaw. Her hands fisted on his back.

“Damn it… fine, but no biting. This doesn’t mean I accept the mate bond.”

His chest grew tight at her words, but he swooped to take her mouth in a bruising kiss. Too late for biting on his part. As soon as the thought came, it flew away. He swept inside, stealing her soul and trying to fan the flames.

Her hands settled on his chest as her knees buckled. He pressed her against the counter, his mouth sucking gently on her jugular. He could almost taste the blood flowing through her veins, and he felt his incisors grow.

The need to bite her neck while exploding inside her was quickly becoming something he couldn’t ignore.

He had to show her all he could offer, convince her that there was no living without him.

He let his hands shift and shredded her pants, spinning her around. “Hands on the counter,” he growled as he sank to his knees.

She did one better, pulling her knee up and laying her lower leg on the counter too. He growled in approval, “Fuck, yes.”

Then he pulled her cheeks apart and licked up her dripping slit. He growled as the nectar flowed like honey on his tongue. “You little liar. You’re definitely dripping.”

“Shut up and suck my clit,” she panted.

He chuckled. “Happy to oblige.”

Slowly, he lapped at her pussy, twirled his tongue around her clit, then shifted his tongue to lengthen it and slide it as deep as it could go. He took a finger and circled her clit, adding pressure until she groaned.

His mouth worked its magic on her until she was moaning and thrusting her ass back against him. When she began to chant, “Oh gods,” he knew it was time.

He stood and thrust his cock into her, pushing slowly but steadily into the tightest vise-like grip. She was so narrow, it was almost painful to work his way inside. His lip beaded with sweat as he held her hips, claws digging into her soft flesh and mouth shifting into a wolf’s jaw.

He flexed, focusing on receding his claws and controlling his wolf until his dick was fully sheathed inside her pussy.

He pulled out, then plunged into her wet heat, a scalding hotness that gripped him, milked him, welcomed him completely. He withdrew again, then rammed himself home. His body, hard and primal against hers, released the beast within him.

He fucked her hard and fast like the animal he was. Hard, rough strokes matched the pounding of his heartbeat. He took her with a pounding need and driving hunger he’d never felt before. The tension built quickly as the pulsing root of his cock surged within her. It called to the most animal part of him, driving him to claim her. His body began to shift and his knot rubbed against her opening with each thrust.

Blind to all else, he no longer had control over his baser instincts. She grew tighter, her gasps shallower, and his vision blurred with the need to bite her.

Fangs at her shoulder, blood flooded his mouth like ambrosia. Like before, the bite triggered her release. She screamed and thrashed under him. Her body jerked and shivered. Quivering waves rippled up and down his shaft, and he tried to hold back.

His vision swam as her body clenched and writhed around him. He couldn’t fight the orgasm any longer. His balls tightened in response to her quivering muscles. He came in a rush of hot, salty seed, exploding as he coated her core. No woman had ever felt so good, so perfect. He knew that down into his soul, even if he didn’t have the memories to confirm it.

She was his everything, his entire world. He stayed inside, letting her body milk him, but he pulled his teeth from her flesh. He licked the bite clean, pulling back to watch as the punctures closed over.

He felt her knees buckle, so he pulled her back against him and swept her into his arms. He took her back up the stairs, her shredded pants falling to the floor and dragging, caught on her one boot. When he tucked her into bed, her head lolled, making him smile. She was back to sleep, and all was as it should be.

He pulled the blanket over her to keep her warm, then went to make breakfast like he’d originally intended. He would take care of his mate, and soon she would accept the mate bond. He just knew it. She was already falling for him, otherwise she wouldn’t have been so worried about his disappearance earlier.

He grinned while he skinned the lynx and prepped the meat. It was going to be a great day.

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