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Tingles build inside me. My body pulses, begging him to take me again as his tongue licks over that sensitive spot on my neck where a claiming mark would be. “Yes,” I gasp, tilting my head, so he can give it to me.

I never thought I would be eager to receive his mark, but coated in his scent, my pussy sore from his cock, I desperately want him to do this last thing that would make me his completely.

Kye doesn’t seem in a rush to complete the mating process though. Lazily, his teeth scrape over my skin sending my heart fluttering wildly. Just as I think he’s going to mark me, his tongue moves away from the spot and along my collarbone.

“Kye,” I complain—more like whine. Damn him.

“What do you need, my little mate?” Is that… is that humor in his voice?

Asshole.

“Claim me,” I demand, sounding bratty. I don’t care. My body is electrified, and my thoughts are playing only one track.

“Are you sure you want me to?” he asks between devouring the curve between my neck and shoulder.

My pussy squeezes and I rub my thighs together as my arousal thickens the air. “I want it. Give me the mark.”

“I would do anything for you,” he murmurs before his teeth trail over my throat.

Then he bites into my soft flesh. I gasp as the pain fills me for a second before morphing into intense pleasure. The rush of heat that works through me is like nothing I have ever felt before. I need more of this, I need more of him. My wolf surges to the surface, and I know my eyes must be glowing, because so are Kye’s.

Meeting the gaze of his wolf is more intimate than anything we have done so far. It connects us on a level that is more carnal and primal than anything else. I don’t flinch or look away until his wolf retreats and Kye buries his head back into my neck.

Each swipe of his tongue over the mark sends throbbing pleasure to my pussy, as if the two are connected. My orgasm swells inside me, everything sensitive and needy until it crashes down around me. I bury my head into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as I breathe in our mingled scents.

This is perfection. It’s more than I ever could have dreamed of. My wolf howls, lifting her muzzle into the air with each sound before she retreats back into my mind and I’m aware of Kye’s wolf through our bond as love surges through me.

“Now you’re mine completely,” he says, his fingers tangling into the hair at my nape.

My arms wrap around his neck as I take his bottom lip between my teeth and sink into it hard enough to taste blood on my tongue. “You may own me, Kye, but I own you just as much,” I say, meaning every fucking last word.

Chapter 13

Kye

Iuse the bolt cutters Sawyer leaves at the door to remove the cuffs from Apryle’s wrists. After we shower and make love twice more, she falls asleep in my arms, and I relish the feel of my mate. I wasn’t sure she would ever come around to us being together, even though I could feel through our bond that it wasn’t me—her mistrust came from her trauma. She has every reason to fear outsiders, considering what she confessed. She killed people to save herself, but I know that guilt weighs on her shoulders like an anvil. She should never feel bad for protecting herself, and I’m glad she did or else we never would have met, and I don’t even want to think about that.

She stirs against me, making an adorable little grunt before her lids flutter and she comes awake. When her beautiful piercing eyes meet mine, everything feels right in my world. It doesn’t matter that we are fighting a war, that people want us dead. Apryle is in my arms, with my mark on her neck and my scent on her skin.

“Morning,” I rasp, suddenly choked with emotion. I never thought I could have any of this, and yet here I am, with my mate’s soft body pressed against me. This is as close to paradise as I can get.

Apryle gives me a smile as she stretches like a lazy cat. “Morning. How long have you been awake?”

I pull her into me and nuzzle my nose against the claiming mark on her neck, unable to stop the satisfaction from sweeping through me. Whatever trauma she’s suffered and whatever hurt has been inflicted on her, I will spend the rest of my life erasing it all with better memories.

My fingers hold her in place so I can swipe my tongue over the mark, and she lets out a whimper that makes my cock solid.

“Long enough to note all the little sounds you make when you’re asleep.”

“You know it’s creepy to watch someone while they’re unconscious, right?” she murmurs even as she grips my biceps, holding me in place.

“I don’t care.”

She snorts. “Of course you don’t. Did Savannah come back?”

I shake my head, and when Apryle’s brows draw together, I ask, “What?”

“We are keeping her, aren’t we? I don’t want her to feel like we’ve abandoned her, but I also understand this is kind of new between us?—”

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