Page 41 of Mated into the Mob

“Harder,” he begged as he writhed on the mattress, tiny mewls escaping his lips. He seized my wrist, his fingers pressing into my tattoo, while he tossed his head from side to side. I removed my hand from his ass and gripped his ankle, while turning my head and nuzzling it.

He yelped, telling me he was ticklish, and I stopped, tucking the memory away for the future.

I fucked him hard as he’d asked, each lunge bringing a fresh wave of raw physical desire threading through me, rocking my body and mind. This wasn’t just sex; it was love.

I tamped down the sensations that were building toward a climax. Tony had to come first.

“Flint, you fuck really well,” he yelled as he pressed his legs on my shoulders and bucked his hips in time with my thrusts. “I’m going to pump my cock now, okay?”

I managed a grunt. Gods, he didn’t know what he was doing to me as he wrapped his hand around his sizable shaft and pumped while his saucy grin snuck into my heart and held it tight.

Stroking his skin, I plowed into him, my eyes now closed, relishing the ripples of pleasure surging over my body as Tony repeated my name, his voice rising each time.

“I’m… yeah… I’m going to… I’m going to…” He lifted his hips, his body tensing while his cock throbbed and cum sprayed over him.

His pants punctuated the air as my length rammed into him. My body jerked and spasmed as cum spurted into him, and my knot swelled and claimed him.

He was mine, but I was his. Forever.

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TONY

My eyes were closed, but my sense of smell was working overtime.

A multitude of scents assaulted my nose, and I tried to separate them. An aroma wafted off the duvet covering me. Fabric softener? There was a hint of sweat. It must have been hot last night. But there was an unmistakable smell of slick. Mine. And an overarching scent of him: Flint.

Keeping my eyes tightly closed, I ran over the events of whatever day it was. It’d been early morning when we arrived at the house. Maybe it was still today and not tomorrow.

Inconsequential thoughts pushed to the front of my mind, because I was scared that if I went over what happened after I told Flint to take me to bed, I’d regret my decision. Not because it wasn’t the most mind-blowing sex and not because he hadn’t been the most considerate lover, not because he had a big dick and not because he was a shifter and not because I’d developed feelings for him.

Ahhhh. I shoved the covers over my head. Developed feelings? Who said that? That was for people who had a one-night stand and one person in the couple wanted more.

This wasn’t that. Flint had captured my heart and taken it prisoner, much like how we met. But unlike being kidnapped, now I was a willing participant.

Flint was a mobster, and while I didn’t know the ins and outs of his business, unsavory would be the least of it. But being part of the mafia was in my blood, and while I had no shifter traits, I must have shifter DNA from Antonio.

If I hadn’t been Flint’s mate, he would have killed me or handed me to Emilio to do it. How could I love someone like that? Love wasn’t blind, and I couldn’t pretend the man who fucked me senseless and whispered how much he loved me didn’t have a day job that was about evading the law and hurting people.

What were the odds of a relationship surviving between people like us?

I rolled onto my tummy and pulled a pillow over my head.

And where was Flint? Did having sex with your mate dull the mating instinct and he was off carousing at the club? Not that I’d heard of him or seen any evidence he did that, but I was just human college student Tony, and it was hard to understand what he saw in me.

The door opened, and I hunkered down. He had staff. Was this them? If I pretended to be asleep, maybe they’d leave. But Flint’s scent announced his presence, along with something yummy. Or something else yummy, because Flint was delicious rolled up with tasty and wrapped in scrumptious.

A warm naked body slid under the covers, and my body reacted. Damn! Lips were at my ear, followed by cool minty breath.

“I’ve got something for you.”

“Oh really. Is it hard or soft?”

He brushed something very hard against my bare bottom, and I couldn’t help giggling. Gods, he was so gorgeous.

“What if I want something soft?”

“Pfft.” He nibbled my ear. “I only do hard.”

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