Page 31 of Burned By My Mate

I crash my mouth back onto hers, one hand fisting in the fabric of her shirt while the other cups the side of her face. Her skin is warm, soft, and she tastes like honey and heat and something that feels like forever.

Bite her!My bear roars.

Her nails scrape down the back of my neck, and I shudder, barely holding myself back from losing all control. My hips rock against hers, and she gasps, her legs tightening around me.

“Logan,” she whispers, and damn it, the way she says my name? It’sruinous. I’d burn down the whole world if she asked me to. I’d rebuild it just to keep her warm.

“Emerson,” I groan against her lips. “You drive me insane. I can’t think when you’re this close.”

“Good,” she murmurs, brushing her nose against mine. “What happens now?”

“Now we go upstairs.”

She wiggles against me, and I groan.

“Are we going to bed?” She asks huskily.

“Uh-huh.”

She wiggles again, wanting me to put her down, but I can’t. I love how she feels against me, and I’m not letting her go. Not anytime soon.

I turn and head to my bedroom.

To our bedroom,I correct myself, and my bear nods.

I set Emerson down on her feet next to the bed and she reaches for my shirt.

“I can feel it,” she pants into my ear. “The mating heat. Thispull,” she stresses.

“It’s only going to get stronger as the moon rises,” I warn her. “And it’s going to last all night.”

She moans long and low, and it’s like music to mine and my bear’s ears.

“Need you,” she gasps.

“I’m yours. Always,” I promise her.

She manages to tug my shirt up, and I pull it the rest of the way off and drop it on the floor.

“Your turn,” I say, but she’s already reaching for my pants.

When she looks up at me, her pupils are dilated and filled with heat that threatens to scorch me.

I welcome the burn.

Emerson tugs my pants down, taking my boxers with them, and my cock springs free. She gasps when she sees it, and my bear grins inside of me.

“It’s so big,” she gulps.

“You’ll be able to take it,” I promise her.

“Are you sure about that?” She asks, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I’m going to get you ready. Besides, we’re meant to be together. We’re made for each other.”

Now that I’m naked with my mate, my bear is going crazy. He’s screaming at me to bite her, to mark her and make her ours. I want that too, but I need to get her ready first.

I strip Emerson naked as fast as I can. The mating pull is stronger now that the moon is high, and the need to bury myself inside her grows with each passing second. Emerson’s usually light green eyes have darkened, and I know that she can feel the lust too.

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