Page 109 of Never Submit

All I feel is her. The taste of her. The way her body moves against mine, desperate and yielding. The world could freeze over and I wouldn’t give a shit as long as I have my mate.

Was this how my parents felt about each other?

Her hands slip along my shoulders and chest, her touch igniting every nerve. My skin burns under her fingers, alive and demanding more, demanding a physical claiming.

My own hands trail lower, gripping her hips, pulling her tighter against me as my lips leave hers to explore her neck, her collarbone. She tilts her head back, giving me access, and the sound she makes—soft, needy, perfect—sends shockwaves to my cock, making it as hard as steel.

“Noble or not—mate bond or not—you’re mine now,” I growl against her skin, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

Ren is mine.

Ren

“Yours,” I whisper.

Right now, in this moment, it’s true. I’m all his. There is nothing and no one else outside of us.

The mate bond is firmly in place and my wolf craves a connection with him.

I’mcraving a connection with him—my heart and souldemand it. Mathis soothes me in places I never knew I needed soothing, and the bond blooms bright inside me.

He is everywhere. And his words make my blood beat even hotter.

“You know what that means,” I say, trailing my nails along his pecs. “You’re mine, too.”

His eyes widen.

Then I shove him as hard as I can, but he grabs me as he tumbles onto his back in the snow, dragging me with him. My legs fall on either side of his hips.

I push up to my elbows to stare down at him. His smile is brilliant.

“Well, sweetheart, now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do?”

I swear the snow sizzles around us. From cold to boiling. Mathis is so hot beneath my touch he burns himself into my soul, and I lean down, tracing his lips with my tongue. His hard cock twitches against my ass.

When I wriggle, he moans, so I scoot back so that his dick is right under my pussy.

He bites my lip as I reach down and take him in my hand. He’s bigger than I remember, thicker. The first time he fucked me I’d been halfway out of my mind from the intensity.

Man, I’m ready for it again.

A little too eager, I line him up with my core.

I’m about to take him slowly inside when he releases my lip and slides his hands over me, tweaking my nipples. Pinching them to the point of pressure and delicious pain.

“Do you know what I want?” Mathis asks, his voice like gravel. He rests his callused palms on my hips. “I want to fuck you so hard that when I knot, my seed hits. So we don’t just mate, we create. I want to fuck you so hard you don’thave an option but to swell with my babies and show the world you’re mine.”

I laugh and wriggle again, coating his cock in my wetness, but he shifts me down just enough the tip pushes in, parting me. Then he stops, and I realize he may not be kidding like I thought. His brows are creased with such an intensity, my stomach flips.

“Uh, that’s a joke, right?” I ask.

He eases me down a tiny bit more, and I gasp.

Is this teasing or punishment? I’m not sure. I press my knees into the snow, trying to get more, but he’s too strong and keeps me from lowering any further.

“You don’t want a family?” he asks, holding me tight. Like he’s not going to fill me entirely until I answer him.

“Well, no—” Damn it, how do I put this? When I’m practically panting to be impaled, here? “I mean, yes. Maybe someday.” This isn’t exactly what I want to be talking about right now, when I’m about to ride him to cloud nine. “I never really thought about it. I’ve been in survival mode for so long. It was never on my mind.”

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