Page 98 of Black Moon

“We can take care of this.” Talin touched Linden’s neck, assuring herself that he was safe and whole, the fight was over.

Linden looked over the body of Maxim Reid there in the middle of the pavement and frowned.

“You can’t deal with the coroner naked,” I muttered. “This is over. Let them handle it.”

I didn’t think Linden would really walk away, but Claudia and Birch appeared soon after, climbing out of an SUV and trouncing over. She took charge, ordering us home and my parents gone, and this once, Dad listened.

Weird—I’d never expected an omega to get the better of him, but it’d happened three times that day already. Maybe there really was something to the bond between us.

Linden let me drive his car back to Grove House, and I was glad. If we’d stayed downtown, or, heaven forbid, had to walk, he’d have had to answer too many questions, reassure too many pack members. And I would have had to stand there, staring at my mate, naked as the day he was born, and act like an adult who didn’t want to bounce on his lap, eyes of the whole damn pack be damned.

He insisted on showering when we got back, but when he came out, glistening and warm, I could hardly complain.

A towel was wrapped around his waist, and though I was dressed in his warm brown sweater and jeans, even a scrap of cloth on Linden’s incredible body was too much for me to tolerate.

I got up from his bed and stalked over to him, eyes narrowed. He crossed his arms, an amused little smile on his face.

“Let me see.” I swatted his arms out of the way and there on his chest were four long, pink lines. They were already healing, the skin stitching back together. But he’d have scars—sexy as fuck scars that proved he would fight for his pack.

My fingertips traced the lines, and he gasped in a short breath.

“Hurt?”

He shook his head, and I leaned in, dragging my lips over his healing skin. From under my lashes, I looked up at him and darted my tongue along the line.

There weren’t words—I wanted him, and he wanted me.

That was the end of it.

With rough hands, he pulled the sweater off and split my shirt open. I ignored the buttons that popped, the drag and pressure on my balls as he grabbed the front of my pants and pulled me in.

I whined as his mouth closed on my neck, throwing my head back. He could bite me—any second. I fucking wanted it.

But his teeth were only a scrape. It was his hands that were insistent, kneading my body, touching everywhere. This time, he didn’t check his strength. He wasn’t gentle.

Right then, that wasn’t what I needed from him.

I toed my shoes off, grabbing his towel and tossing it toward a hamper at the side of his room. With the heels of my palms, I touched every inch of his chest and turned my hands over to feel his cock.

Already, it was standing straight out for me, rigid, demanding I submit. Fuck it, but I wanted to.

Together, we got my clothes off and I turned around, bracing my hands on the edge of the bed. Just the sight of him, the feel of his heated skin and the memory of watching him defend us—I was already wet. Slick was leaking down the backs of my thighs, and when I bent over, he dragged his hand up them and growled.

I heard the sinful slurp of his tongue over his hand as he tasted me, but no games. No teasing. I was ready for him.

“Now,” I whined. His blunt fingers pressed into the back of my thigh, kneading where the skin was thinnest and moving up. He sank between my cheeks and mercilessly pushed his fingers into my body.

Two, he worked in and out. Just a few thrusts, leaving me bending over my forearm, whimpering into my skin. He spread me wide and I cried out, “More.”

A third. He twisted them around, the shapes of his knuckles teasing my walls. “Please, Linden,” I whimpered into my forearm, biting down on my flesh.

Another stretch, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I was mindless, my lips wet with spit. “Fuck me, Alpha.”

He pulled his hand away, but in the time it would have taken me to complain, his cock pushed against my entrance. Linden held my hips, tugging me back at the same time he rocked forward.

He was in me to the hilt, and I cried out. My breath shook, and I scrambled for purchase—the bed or the floor or something I could push against to work him even deeper inside.

Linden growled. His hand pushed between my shoulder blades, holding me down on the bed. And I knew he was going to give me what I needed.

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