Page 38 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

Alex rose with her, sucking one ripe breast into his mouth as she rocked her hips, riding him good and hard. She tugged on his head and he looked up, flicking his tongue over her other offered nubbin. In this, like in everything, Alex was her slave.

He would always give his mate what she craved. Hands on her waist he lifted her, then slammed her back down. The heated look and moan she gave told him it was the right thing to do.

Up and down. Again, and again.He swallowed her moans, made her cry out, and relished every single sound. The harder he thrust, the more she wept honey onto his cock. And the more his Tiger loved it. Loved her. Every inch of her was glorious and his.

His balls ached with the need to come, but he held on. Just.Another thrust. Another flex. Faster. Harder. Grind. Grind. Thrust.

“Alex,” she growled, tilting his head to the side just as her sex began to ripple and squeeze his shaft, “Mine,” she roared and struck with her new fangs.

Holy hell!She bit him. Marked him. Claimed him. And Alex came hard and deep, bathing her womb with his seed.

A flare of light pulsed between them, then a thousand golden threads wove around the two of them.

“What?” she whimpered, slumped into him, exhaustion making her boneless.

“It’s our matebond, love,” he kissed her forehead, trying still to catch his breath.

The magic of their union settled over them, and Alex had never felt so damn complete in his whole life.

“Mate,” he murmured.

“Alex?”

“Yeah, kit?”

“What’s on the roof?”

The question was so simple, and yet, Alex found the words stuck in his throat. How could he tell her he’d planned a holiday getaway for Shifters and their families designed specifically with their family in mind?

She might think he was a bit presumptuous, but fuck it. She was his mate. They’d have a family someday, and all he could think about was giving their cubs, and even Joelle, a safe place to play without fear of giving their true natures away.

The Macconwood Pack always claimed that Pack was family, and they were right. Pack was family. His family.

His Tiger chuffed happily at the thought. His new sister-in-law, and now his mate, were the two most beautiful Wolves he’d ever seen. He was proud and happy, heart bursting with joy to be in their lives.

The rooftop at Oasis was a symbol of that coming together. A place for Pack and Pride. For family.Their family.

“Alex?”

“You’ll see, kit,” Alex said, and smiled against her hair.

Epilogue

Memorial Day a few years later…

“Marco!” Alex’s voice could be heard halfway across the whole dang town as he yelled for their newly appointed hotel manager.

“Right here, boss,” the young Wolf called as he ran up the stairs to the exclusive top floor of theOasis Beachside Resort.

“Good,” he growled slightly as Nathan, his Neta’s oldest cub, tugged on his hair from his perch on the Tiger’s shoulders, “take him back to his parents please. I have to pick up Maggie.”

He handed over the tyke, wondering why the young Wolf blushed fiercely, then turned and sped away. Then he saw the reason. Joelle had stepped out of her room in a flashy two-piece bathing suit, and like always, poor Marco ran for cover.

Alex narrowed his eyes at the new college grad’s attire. Being a big brother had its downs, and one of them was policing his sister-in-law’s love life.

“Um, where’s the rest of your suit, Jo-Jo?”

“Alex!” she stomped her foot and growled at him.

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