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I grip his shoulders hard as his name starts rolling off my lips like a prayer. “Jaxon, Jaxon… Jaxon…”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Jax

The way she says my name nearly makes me shatter. Even though I felt certain Quinn was my mate, confirming it is far better than I ever could’ve imagined. It’s earth-shattering, life changing. It’severything- all I’ve ever wanted, she’s all I’ll ever need. My Quinn. My girl.My mate.

Despite the chill in the air, our bodies are warm, slick with sweat. I slip a hand between them to seek her clit and push her over the edge, and it only takes a few gentle rubs of her sweet spot to get her there. Her body trembles, her head falls back- I hold her tight in my arms and watch in awe as she rides out her climax, doing all I can to prolong reaching my own. She’s so fucking gorgeous in the throes of bliss that I can hardly take it. My control’s hanging by a thread, but now that I know for sure that Quinn’s my mate, I won’t leave this spot until I mark her as mine forever and seal the bond between us.

Slowly, beautifully, she comes back down to earth, gripping my shoulders again as she grinds her pussy down over my cock. I move my hands to her hips, controlling her movements, guiding her to meet each thrust. Her body always felt like it was meant for mine, and now that the moon has confirmed that it is, it’s no wonder that she’s so responsive to every movement, every touch.

I sweep unruly strands of hair away from her face, pressing my lips to hers as I continue pounding into her, a little faster now, a little harder.The way she likes it.Her little cries and pants and moans of pleasure are driving me to the edge, and I know I’m not going to make it much longer- especially because right as that thought crosses my mind, my mouth starts tingling.

I pull away from our kiss as my canines descend, looking into Quinn’s hazel eyes. Her gaze travels to my parted lips and she draws a little gasp, her eyes returning to lock on mine. She knows what this means, but she doesn’t look hesitant or afraid. She looks ready,turned on, and the smoldering look in her eyes has my cock aching for release as I bury it inside her over and over. And then, to top it all off, she does the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen- she reaches up, sweeps her hair out of the way, and exposes her neck for me, tilting her head to the side. Inviting me to mark her.

I lean forward to bury my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and licking the soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “Say you’re mine,” I growl, dragging my elongated canines against her skin.

“I’m yours,” Quinn pants.

I thrust my dick deeper inside of her at the same time I bury my teeth in her flesh, releasing the mating serum under her skin and forever marking her with my scent. A scream tears from Quinn’s lips as her body quakes, another orgasm wracking her body, more powerful than the first. The way her pussy clenches around my dick has my balls tightening, so fucking close to teetering over the edge to my own climax. As Quinn’s trembling subsides, I withdraw my teeth from her skin, running my tongue over the spot they pierced to soothe her.

“Mmm,” Quinn hums, burying her hands in my hair as I continue rocking my dick into her pussy. “My turn.” She tugs on my hair with her fingers, moving my head sideways to expose my neck.

She doesn’t even have to ask. “I’m yours, baby,” I rasp, wrapping my arms around her tightly. A moment later, I feel the sharp sting of her canines piercing my skin, andholy fucking shit- the sensation is so erotic, so potent, there’s no way I can hold back another second. Quinn’s teeth are still buried in my shoulder as I frantically pull her off of my cock in the nick of time- my vision tunnels and fireworks explode behind my eyes as I come harder than I ever have, painting Quinn’s inner thighs with my cum. I don’t even realize when she’s completed the mark and withdrawn her canines from my flesh- it’s like I don’t know where her body stops and my own begins. The bond between us is so strong that I feel like I can touch it, taste it. Hold onto it.

“Mine,” Quinn growls in satisfaction as she licks at the spot between my neck and shoulder where she left her mark, her saliva soothing away the sting.

I run my hand up her spine, burying my fingers in the back of her hair at her nape. “Forever, baby.”

Quinn stares at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” she smirks, waggling her eyebrows teasingly.

“Oh I know,” I murmur, leaning forward to nip her bottom lip between my teeth. “You’re the kind of trouble I wanna get into over and over…” I trail off as I press a kiss to her lips, whispering “and over again.”

She crushes her lips against mine, stealing the air from my lungs. I return her kiss with equal fervor, squeezing her body tightly, pressing her in even closer. I savor her taste on my tongue as it tangles with hers. I could do this all night, all day, and never tire of it. I’m in complete awe of Quinn, of how smart and witty and beautiful she is, of the fact that fate paired her with me. Of how she’s mine, and I alone get the privilege of being with her for the rest of my days.

We break the kiss to come up for air, still holding onto one another tightly. Quinn glances skyward, noting the position of the moon in the sky.

“We should probably get back,” she says quietly, loosening her arms around my neck.

I grunt in agreement, though I’m not ready to let her go- not by a longshot. She lets me hold her for a few more moments before I begrudgingly relinquish my grip, helping her to her feet and getting to my own.

“Race ya?” Quinn asks, that devilish grin flashing across her face.

“You’re on,” I smirk, calling my wolf forward.

We shift and run back to the packhouse together, our wolves jumping and playing and nipping at one another. They’re as happy as we are, totally on cloud nine tonight. Quinn has a distinct advantage knowing the terrain, but I still think I would’ve beat her if I was really trying to win our race. Instead, I let her win, which she immediately gloats about after we shift back.

The packhouse lawn is crowded with people, but nobody seems to notice as we arrive and find our clothes, slipping them on. It’s customary for food to be provided after a pack run, and tonight is no exception- the delicious scent of burgers hits my nose and I follow it to see a few guys manning the grill. I’ll definitely have to dig into those burgers at some point- tonight’s events have worked up quite the appetite.

Anders is positioned in the center of the lawn and everyone’s looking his way, clapping their hands and cheering. Theo and Brooke are standing close by, so I grab Quinn’s hand and lead her in their direction.

“What’s going on?” I ask quietly as I slide up beside Theo.

He’s got a mouthful of burger that he works to swallow before responding. “New mates,” he mutters.

It’s then that I notice the young couple standing on the other side of Anders- the guy can’t be more than eighteen, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. The girl beside him looks to be several years older, and less than thrilled about the situation. The fated bond is a powerful starting point, but sometimes it can take time for mates to build and accept the bond, especially if they don’t really know each other beforehand. Looks like those two might have some work ahead of them.

“Nice,” I say, unable to keep a shit-eating grin from spreading across my face as I stare out at the couple.

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