Page 51 of Wedlocked

“I said he wanted me—” The words cut off with my breath when his grip increased. My eyes widened a little, a flash of alarm like a jolt of lightning when I realized this was probably the tightest he’d ever had me by the throat.

That alarm had my stare seeking his because, even in his ire, Max was my safety.

“He can’t have you,” Max snarled. My words absolutely enraged him more. “I won’t let you go.”

He bulldozed into me, lips claiming mine in a rough, demanding kiss. The fingers on my neck loosened, and I gasped as he continued to kiss, slipping his tongue beneath my lip and gliding over my teeth.

His free hand pushed between my head and the building, and I let him support me, turning to putty under the fierce kiss. All that restrained power that lived just beneath his skin seemed to rise to the surface and take over, the only thing on his mind to claim.

After one last squeeze to my throat, he released me, reaching between us to unzip my coat the rest of the way, never once breaking the kiss. Despite the cold temperatures outside, the air between us was heated, my lips slick and body warm.

The second my coat fell open, he pushed his hand beneath the layers, dragging his nails over the small of my back and leaving scratches in their wake. I arched into him, rutting against the thigh between my legs.

When he wrenched his lips away, I whined, and he shushed me, grabbing the hem of my shirt and yanking it up, bunching the fabric beneath my chin.

Cold air slapped my skin, and I gasped. His hand flattened on my side, splaying across my ribs as his other hand forced up my clothes.

“W-what—” I started to question him, but then his mouth dropped to my chest.

On the spot where he’d tattooed me with his name.

Groaning, I melted against the wood, head lolling to the side as he licked hungrily over the art. My eyes slid closed as he licked and kissed the stars and moon decorating the area above my heart.

“You’re mine,” he rumbled, pressing kisses into the damp skin exactly where his name was written, then flicking over my nipple in a passing glance, and then going right back to the tattoo where he latched on and started to suck. I cursed as pain pricked under the pressure and my dick turned to stone. Panting, I gripped his shoulders, rocking against his leg as he sucked a mark onto my chest.

God, it feels fucking good to be owned by him. To be marked by Max.

Greedy, I dropped my hand to the zipper on his coat, fumbling around until I was able to slide it down. I got it as far as I could and then he yanked it the rest of the way, finally lifting his mouth off my skin.

I rolled my head to look at him, and even though his hand wasn’t around my throat, he managed to choke me. Naked greed burned in the black coal making up his heavy-lidded stare. He was a wolf in that moment, and I was mere prey, innocent, weak, and under his control.

On instinct, I arched my bare torso out and tipped my chin, showing him my surrender.

He growled, clutching me close, and buried his face in my neck to suck another mark into my skin. One hand dropped low, rubbing the rock-hard bulge under my snow pants. I groaned on contact, the sound echoing up into the massive dark sky above us.

Pulling off my neck, he brushed a kiss along my jaw, and I turned my head, seeking his lips. They were warm and swollen, and I licked across the seam before sucking the lower one between mine.

His hand grabbed the laces on my snow pants, undoing the waist, and I jutted forward to give him better access. His throaty laugh rumbled between us, and then I hissed when the cold air wrapped around my rigid dick along with his hand.

He started to pull back, but I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed, thrusting up into his fist. “Please, Max.”

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop,” I said, thrusting into his fist once more.

He hummed, pushing his hands even deeper into my pants, cupping my balls, and giving them a gentle squeeze. “What a greedy little thing you are,” he murmured, laying a finger on my taint and dragging it up, the pressure between my sack making me whine. “You think I should give you what you want after you let that asshole hit on you?”

“He didn’t?—”

Max’s hand clamped around the base of my dick, squeezing and cutting off my words. “You defending him?”

“Never.”

His hand turned caressing, dragging lightly up my shaft and across my dampening tip. “Sounds like it to me.”

He started to withdraw, but I grabbed his wrist, collaring it between my fingers and squeezing. “You heard me tell him,” I said, dick pulsing, practically begging for his attention. “You’re my everything.”

Max’s hand wrapped around me again, the weight of his palm so delicious I sighed and leaned into the wall. “Am I your everything, Nemo?”

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