Page 27 of Hunting for Love

“Ronny. Please. I want you to fuck me. Please.”

I pull my mouth away from his cock. The only thing keeping my disappointment at bay is knowing I’m about to be inside him. Knowing I’m about to become Zander’s mate in more than just name makes my stomach flutter with excitement. Will I be able to tell the difference? Will I be able to feel him like other mates sense each other?

“Do you wanna ride me? So you’re in control, baby?”

Zander’s cheek pinken and he bites his bottom lip. “Actually, I was hoping you would take me from behind? I want you to bite the back of my neck.”

Shock makes me freeze. That area, the spot that John bit over and over but never made Zander his mate is quite literally a tender spot, not only physically but emotionally. “Are you sure?”

“I’m tired of that being this heavy cloud hanging over my head. I want you to be mine. I want you to cover up his marks. Would you?”

“Yes,” I tell him, crawling up his body and kissing him. I’m careful of his belly but still keep us skin to skin. “I love you, Zander. You’re mine.”

I kiss his cheek. “I have to tell you something, and I’m worried this is going to quite literally ruin the mood but I think you should know.”

“Okay?”

“John will never be a problem again.”

Zander blinks slowly, taking this in. “What did you do?”

“I’ve ruined him,” I say bluntly. “And I feel zero remorse.”

“But how, Ronny?”

“I flagged his ID, he’ll never be able to have a credit card or get a loan, no bank will give him the time of day, when he applies for jobs his name will be flagged.” I swallow thickly. “He’s on a no fly list, I’ve made it so the IRS is looking into his finances and I’m pretty sure they’ll be arresting him for tax fraud at the least. Even if nothing sticks he will never be able to have a normal life again. There’s no way a litter would allow such an alpha as their leader. He’s ruined.”

I get it all out, praying that Zander will still want to be my mate after hearing what I’m capable of.

“Really?”

I stare into his hopeful, green eyes. “Yes.”

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but being flipped over onto my back and kissed within an inch of my life was not it. I let out a startled noise before I begin to kiss Zander back. I can tell he’s relieved, but I need him to say it.

“Was that okay?”

“I’m so relieved,” he confesses softly. “I won’t have to worry about him again. Can you track him? Just to keep tabs on him and know where he is?” I nod and in response, I’m gifted even more kisses.

Our kisses quickly fill with heat. Zander rearranges, getting onto his hands and knees. I’m so used to making love face to face. Seeing the bite marks left behind fills me with unease, but I push that away, determined to make Zander feel good as I make him my mate once and for all.

“Please,” Zander whispers, pushing his hips up into the air. “Fuck me, Ronny.”

I grip Zander’s hip with one hand, my other guiding my cock to his hole. His whimper makes a shiver run down my spine as the head of my dick catches on his rim. Fuck, he’s so wet and so warm.

Matching groans leave us as my cock finally enters Zander. I push forward, going achingly slow until my hips are pressed against his ass.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, just savoring the feeling of Zander so warm and tight around me.

“Come on,” Zander whines, reaching back and slapping my hip. “Fuck me, Ronny. Don’t hold back.”

I lean forward, plastering my chest against his back as I fuck him. Gods, he feels so fucking good. I mouth along his shoulder, loving each and every sound he makes. I’m addicted to making him feel good.

“I’m so close,” he says, leaning his face against his pillows. “Come with me, Ronny. Come inside me.Fuck! I want you to bite me.”

My cockthrobsinside of Zander’s ass as I fuck him. I kiss the back of his neck. Right here. This is the spot. I’m not sure if I have some inner instinct I’m channeling or if I’m completely off course but as pleasure crashes over me like waves, I bite Zander. My teeth clamp onto the back of his neck and I bite down as hard as I can.

Mate. Mine. Zander. Us. Mine. Mate.