Page 25 of August

She wiggled her hips, and he groaned.

“Very. We’re soulmates. I want to belong to you and for you to belong to me.”

“I already am yours.”

“I’m yours too,” she said.

Her eyes flashed to amber and she smiled at him, fangs peeking from her parted lips.

Okay, that was hot as hell.

He held her with his hand on her back as he began to fuck her, sliding in and out of her. He gripped the edge of the workbench with his other hand. Their bodies moved together, the bench squeaking with each thrust.

He released his tight hold on the bench and pressed his thumb to her clit.

Her knees tightened against his waist and she let out a gusty yes! as she sat up and kissed him.

His whole body tightened with need, his spine tingling and his fangs throbbing in his gums.

She came on a keening cry, her body locking down on his and pulling him with her into hot bliss.

Everything went white for a heartbeat, his gorilla roaring in his head and his skin prickling.

She sank her fangs into his neck, and he swore he came a second time as she snarled against his torn flesh before pulling her fangs out and tilting her head.

He continued to play with her clit, keeping her orgasm going as he marked her, his fangs cutting through her skin easily. She gasped at the sharp pain and then melted against him.

He could hear her jackal practically purring with contentment.

His gorilla was content too.

No more waiting. No more lonely nights wondering when he’d find his soulmate.

She’d come to him by way of an animal hoarder and a cage, and run straight into his heart.

He kissed the already-scarring mark on her neck and hugged her close.

She kissed the other side of his neck. “Let’s do it again, August. But this time on a bed. My butt is numb.” She giggled. “Sorry if that ruined the afterglow.”

“Not ruined at all,” he said, pulling from her pussy. He gave her a quick kiss. “Lemme clean up outside, and then I’ll rock your world again so we can have some more afterglow of the bed variety.”

“I’ll help.”

“Hell no. Keep your pretty ass right here.” He patted her thigh and pulled his jeans up.

“Whatever you say, sexy.”

He snarled, not wanting to walk away from her. But he couldn’t leave a mess in the paddock, so he’d work fast.

“Hurry back,” she whispered.

Fuck.

He’d work very fast.

The next morning Ginny woke up in August’s arms, loving how it felt to be cherished, even while she was asleep.

She touched the place on her neck where he’d marked her, the memory of the way it had felt for his thick fangs to mark her while they’d been making love sending a riot of shivers down her spine.

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