Page 150 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

“I want to be marked by you.”

She kissed along his jaw and he turned his head exposing the rapid pulse in his neck. Biting there was dangerous as too much could go wrong, but she could bite close. She made her way down his neck while he quivered beneath her with anticipation.

Her fangs pressed against his skin, not hard enough to break it, not yet. She swept her tongue over his skin, tasting and teasing as she moved lower to the base of his neck and the muscle that corded there. “Here?”

His answer was a groan and a tightening of the grip on her hips.

But she held off, a little longer, enjoying each slow thrust and the way he moved beneath her. She pressed her fangs hard against his skin, giving him time to change his mind and pull away. He didn’t. He sucked in a breath, and his pulse fluttered beneath her lips.

“Yes.” His word was a prayer that needed to be answered.

Macey bit harder than she’d ever done in her life. The way she’d wanted to since growing fangs. He gasped, but not in pain, and his thrusts became more urgent as he came. His blood pooled in her mouth, sweet and hot. She swallowed and licked his skin clean before drawing back and riding him hard, with the taste of him on her tongue and the scent of him on her skin. Her climax rippled through her wild and untamable.

She was a vampire and she didn’t need to hide or be embarrassed.

Owen gazed up at her, his eyes dark with lust. His breathing little pants. A line of blood trickled from the bite, but he could hide the wound if he wore a collared shirt.

She ran her tongue over her lower lip, hoping there was no blood there.

He flipped her onto her back and kissed her hard, deliberately cutting his lip. “That is something we should definitely do again.”

“We could have a private run tonight?”

“I like the sound of that.”

But they both knew that it may not happen. There was too much to do. The gossip was spreading, and everyone would be watching and waiting. Above her the sky was pink as the sun made its way higher. This stolen morning was coming to an end.

“Are you ready to be the center of gossip?” Owen asked with a smile.

“You’re the one with the bite, not me. I’ll protect you from the other wolves.” She’d marked him, and he was hers. No matter what happened with the pack, she’d found her place.

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