Page 95 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered, releasing my ass so he could wrap a hand around me and play with my clit.

“I’m yours,” I breathed.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Savage!” I raised my voice, and he snarled his approval before he thrust into me—hard.

Our bodies moved together until we both shattered, finding our release together.

He pulled me on top of him while we recovered, his eyes molten as he took me in.

I was still catching my breath when his lips caught mine, and he kissed me slowly.

Leisurely.

I kissed him back for what felt like ages.

We kept kissing while we eventually screwed again—and were in the middle of it when heat blazed to life, locking us together as we found our release.

Our bodies were tangled for hours before heat finally abated, and Clay carried my boneless body into his room, collapsing in bed with me.

I didn’t try to put a pillow wall between us this time.

He didn’t either.

He just held me—and we slept.

Clay wokeme up the next morning with his face between my thighs. We were both sticky with our combined release, but he didn’t care. After I came on his tongue, he carried me into theshower and screwed me beneath the water, pinning me between him and the wall.

After we were clean, we grabbed some breakfast and headed back to the Lodge. I was so out of it after the day before that the car didn’t even bother me.

Clay took a twenty-minute detour in Crimson River just to grab me a cup of fancy coffee on the way back.

Just friends, my ass.

When we got back to the Lodge, he surprised me by driving right past the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” I checked, still sipping my coffee.

“We’re picking out a house for you, remember? We’ll grab your stuff from Hunter’s while we’re out.”

Right.

His possessiveness.

We ended up spending the morning looking at all the available houses. I could tell he was partial to some of them, and decided that the new house was a perfect opportunity to design a place that was ours. Though I loved his cabin, if we really did end up sealing a mate bond, I wanted to have a say in what everything looked like.

So, we debated the pros and cons of all the open houses until we settled on one together. After that, we headed into the city and spent the rest of the day shopping for a few necessary pieces of furniture. Though I wasn’t settling on a couch that wasn’t pink—we special-ordered it while we were out—we were able to get a bed frame, mattress, and some barstools along with a bunchof other random stuff I’d need like blankets and hangers and whatnot. The furniture would be delivered the next day, but Clay offered to let me stay in his cabin, which fit my plan perfectly.

When the shopping trip was over and the SUV was packed full, Clay took me back to his place. We made dinner together and watched a movie after we ate—which led to making out.

And screwing.

When I went to sleep in his arms again, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

He had no idea what was coming.

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