Page 120 of Lost Girl

“I love you,” she mumbles, locking her arms around my neck. “I love you so fucking much, Tavi.”

If I could howl right now, I would. I know she’s said it already, but hearing it again as I fill her to the hilt is something else entirely.

“I love you, too, little wolf, more than I think you could possibly understand.” I waste absolutely no time following my declaration, don’t bother taking it slow.

I can’t, the beast within wants nothing of that nature.

I need to fuck her.

Need to her own.

Need to mark her.

Arm curling around one of her legs, I roll my hips deeper, pistoning in and out of her cunt.

So warm, so fucking wet.

So mine.

“You keep doing that and… and…” she moans, using every bit of strength within her to hold on as I fuck her silly into the mattress.

“And what, baby?” I slam into her repeatedly, grunting from exertion. “Tell me. And what?”

“And I’m gonna come again!”

“Do it. I need it,” I groan, gritting my jaw as my balls tighten. She needs to come now, ‘cause I’m about to spill inside of her any second now. “Look at me while you come for me, little wolf. I want to see you fall apart.”

Our stares collide, heartbeats thrashing as one, and with one last punishing thrust, I watch her pupils dilate right as her walls clamp down around my length, and another spine rattling moan meets my ears.

She doesn’t gush this time, but the explosion is no less intense. I would know because I’m going off right after her, my gaze boring into her as I hold her down on my dick.

And that’s when it happens.

The moment I feel that hitch in time, this flip of an invisible switch deep inside as my wolf grabs hold of her soul and sinks its claws deep inside. I can see him reflected in her eyes, igniting this fire meant to burn only between her and I.

Because she’s mine now.

Only mine.

And I’ll be damned if anyone—or anything—tries to rip her away from me ever again.

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My palms sweat as I reach out and nervously rap my knuckles against the door. I don’t know what I’m doing here, honestly. It’s probably not the best time considering Wendy’s just returned and all.

But if I don’t tellsomeone, I may explode, and Tigerlily’s one of the few people I trust.

Moments later, she opens the front door to her home, donning a warm, friendly smile. “Hey, you.”

“Can I come in?” I ask hastily, bypassing any and all pleasantries.

This is urgent.

Those brown eyes of hers widen in alarm as she steps aside to let me in. “Of course.”

Making a bee-line for the kitchen counter, I plop into one of the stools in a heap, my hands wringing restlessly in my lap. Tigerlily joins me almost immediately thereafter and chooses the spot opposite of me across the counter, regarding me with an examining stare.

When I don’t initiate any sort of conversation, much less begin to explain the reason for my impromptu visit, she blurts, “What the hell is going on, T?”

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