Page 9 of Piper's Perfect Mate

“Because hearing Anthony talk about your virginity is what made me throw caution to the wind and claim you.”

He ran his fingers over one of several bites along my neck. They covered my breasts, stomach, thighs, and buttocks, as well. He’d been very thorough. I hadn’t been, and my wolf was making her feelings about that known. She wanted our mate marked. Now.

“You claimed me,” I said, sitting up and straddling his hips.

His cock was hard and thick between my spread thighs. I wanted him again, and I took without thinking, lifting just enough to grip and position him before lowering onto his shaft. He groaned, his hands grasping my hips and holding me.

“Piper.”

“It’s my turn now.”

Chapter Four

~ Michael ~

Piper’s hair fell in waves along her spine as she tilted back her head, exposing the line of her throat and the bite marks I’d left along the sleek column. Her breasts were high and firm, perfect handfuls, her nipples cherry red and swollen from my earlier adoration. Her walls were tight and wet where they gripped my shaft, and I wanted nothing more than to roll her beneath me and fuck us both back into oblivion. It was her turn, though, and no matter how much it killed me, I wouldn’t take control from her.

Right now, she sat unmoving, my cock buried deep inside her.

“You’re so big,” she moaned, dropping her chin and gazing at me.

I grinned at the compliment, pressing my hips up into her before I could control the desire. The slight movement pulled another moan from her lips and her eyes briefly closed.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered, running my hands up from her hips, along her sides, then cupped and lifted her full breasts, brushing my thumbs over the hardened tips. “Take what you want, baby. Mark me. Mate me.”

As if those words had sliced through a leash, Piper began to move. She dropped down, so our chests brushed, those rigid nipples rubbing against me. She switched between half thrusts that never moved her more than halfway off my shaft before she took it deep again, followed by her circling her hips when I was buried inside her. It drove me crazy.

Then there was her mouth, moving across every inch of me she could reach. Her sharp, little teeth nipped, but not hard enough to break my skin. Not yet. She was toying with me. Teasing me, and I loved it.

“Ah, fuck, Piper. Mark me, baby. Show me who I belong to.”

She kissed up my chest to the base of my neck and sank her teeth beneath my skin. I growled. My wolf and I were in perfect sync as our mate laid claim. Piper licked the wound then moved to the other side to leave a matching mark there before continuing down across my chest and lower. My cock slipped free as Piper slid along my body. Another growl spilled from me when she marked my hip. Then another as her mouth reached my cock and engulfed it, sucking deep until she took the head into her throat.

“Fuck me!” I yelled, not remotely prepared for what she did to me.

Piper never stopped. She kept a steady rhythm on my shaft, sucking with an abandon that had me seeing stars as my balls tightened with the need for release.

“Damn, baby. I’m going to come.”

She moaned, the vibration rolling down my cock, cupped my sac, and gave it a squeeze that warned me it was already too late. I howled as I shot load after load into her suckling mouth. Piper took it all then turned her head and bit the inside of my thigh. I howled again, reaching for her, grabbing her under her arms and jerking her back up, so I could take her mouth with mine.

Blood and semen. Lust. Me. She tasted of all of it, and I wanted more. I flipped us on the bed, putting her on hands and knees before me. I gripped her hips hard enough I knew she’d bruise briefly before her wolf healed her. Then I thrust deep. God, a man could die for the feel of this woman. No one would ever have her like this. Only me. She was mine and mine alone.

“Michael!” she screamed.

Another growl spilled from me. She’d reduced me to nothing but animal instinct and the need to conquer and claim. To fuck my mate into complete submission. To show the woman and the wolf who was in charge now. The woman might understand, but the wolf would fight until I showed her the dominance she required. I leaned over her body, my hands gripping hers, keeping them pinned to the bed. I forced her head to the side, taking the vulnerable curve of her neck between my teeth and holding her in place beneath me. My little wolf growled. Her body vibrated with the need to fight. I bit down harder, the rumble in my chest a warning.

And I fucked. Hard. Deep. Forcing every inch of my shaft inside her. I kept each stroke at a savage pace, and slowly, I felt the tension leave Piper’s body, felt her wolf’s acceptance. I didn’t stop, didn’t ease, until Piper lowered her chest and head to the bed. Submitting. She turned her head to the side, exposing her throat and showing me her acceptance in the look she gave me. My wolf wasn’t satisfied, though, until she gave a whimper and tilted her hips, opening herself further to me.

“Piper.”

Her name was merely a guttural growl as I fought to regain control from my animal.

“Yours,” she murmured then closed her eyes. “All yours.”

I slid my hand along her belly and dipped between her legs, finding her clit and working it with my fingers. Her moans filled the room, and her slick channel became even wetter.

“So good, baby. You feel so good.”

---