Page 34 of Burned By My Mate

I smile, brushing her hair back from her face so that I can admire the bite mark on her neck. I watch her sleep for a few minutes before I let my own eyes start to drift shut.

We’ll take a quick nap. Then it’s time for round two,I think, and my bear grins.

A very quick nap.

NINE

Emerson

I wakeup sore the next morning. My body is feeling well used and warm in the best of ways. Logan is plastered against my back, his arm draped over my waist in a possessive hold.

I shift against him, and he growls, pulling me tighter against him. I moan when I feel his hard cock press against my ass, and I can’t help but grind back against him.

“Mate,” he groans, and I grin.

“Morning,” I say, my voice coming out low and husky.

“Morning. Did my mate wake up needy?” He asks as he nuzzles against the bite mark that he left on me last night.

“Uh-huh,” I moan, and the next thing I know, he’s rolling me under him.

He knees my legs apart, and then his cock is nudging against my opening. He sinks into me easily. I think that he more than broke me in last night. I lost count of how many times he took me, of how many times I came.

He thrusts into me fully and we both moan as we’re connected in the most intimate way.

“You feel so perfect,” he whispers as he starts to move. “You are perfect.”

I cling to him, my nails biting into his skin as that now familiar pressure starts to build inside of me.

I love this. I love this man, this shifter. It seems crazy, especially considering that I’ve only known him for less than a week, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

We’re made for each other. We’re fated to be, and I’m powerless to fight it. I don’t even want to.

Logan’s hands grip my thighs, and he hitches my legs up higher around his hips. It changes the angle and has him rubbing against my clit with each pass. I can feel my pussy starting to gush, the moisture pooling beneath me on the sheets.

“Goddamn,” he curses, and I smile.

I love that only I can make him lose control like this. I love that I’m his one and only.

His hand finds my breast, and his fingers tease my nipple as he starts to pound into me. I can tell that he’s close, and I’m right on the edge, too.

“Can I taste you after this?” I whisper, and he chokes out my name.

“Fuck, Emerson,” he grits between his teeth, and I smile up at him innocently.

“You got to taste me last night,” I murmur, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“You can do anything you want to me, mate. Whatever you want.”

I gasp as he hits that spot inside of me that makes me light up like a Christmas tree.

“Logan!” I scream, and he hammers into me.

My pussy tightens around his length, and I cry out as I start to come.

“That’s it, mate,” he grinds out as he leans forward and licks over the bite mark that he gave me last night.

That does it, and my orgasm shoots to new heights. I hear Logan shout my name, and then I can feel him find his own release deep inside of me.

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