Page 145 of Hawke

“Shhhhhhit!” she hissed.

I pounded harder, moving her down the bar while her other leg wrapped around my waist. Her heel pressed into my back, urging me to continue and hell, I obliged. She looked so damn hot, so sultry with her flushed cheeks, damp hair sticking to her forehead.

Our bodies were covered with sweat, arousal, and alcohol. Taking body shots off your mate was the hottest damned thing I’d ever done, and I planned to do more of that later.

The idea popped in my head when my mate was sitting on the bar in front of me, eating whipped cream from a can. When she missed her mouth, I got to lick the corners, and fuck, licking other things off her sounded better, too.

So now the bar has been claimed. I’d licked her and fucked her right here on the bar, where everyone had their drinks at the end of every day.

I ripped my lips from her sweet tits. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to fuck you on this bar?”

“Not,” she panted, “sanitary.”

Didn’t really fucking care. We paid off the sanitation grade inspector anyway.

More of her slick coated my shaft. I gritted my teeth in anticipation.

“Hold on, Sunshine, you’re so close, I can feel you already milking my shaft, damn it.”

She closed her eyes.

“No, no, look at me so I can see your eyes roll into the back of your head,” I snapped.

Her eyes snapped open, and she sat on me and exposed her mark.

She knew what she was doing, showing my claim on her body. It made Tyr snarl, his pride radiating through both of us.

Delilah was ours.

The pup was ours.

Our mate’s hand let go of the tap, and I grabbed her wrist, setting it above her head. The curve of her breast, the bend of her body. I wanted to savor it.

But right now, I was a greedy bastard.

My cock twitched, my knot expanding as I forced the base of my dick inside her with one large thrust, making us both gasp at the tight squeeze. She came undone, her one hand raking the sides of the bar.

I silenced both of our roars with a kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as spurts of my come jetted into her body, coating her already seeded womb.

Fuck, if this wasn’t the happily ever after I had always wanted, I didn’t know what else I could have asked for.

Delilah’s back rested on the bar. The fans blew a cool gust of air over us, evaporating the sweat and sending shudders of relief down our bodies. Our breaths were heavy and labored. Our foreheads met, and I could feel the drop of sweat trickling down my temple.

We said nothing as we enjoyed the afterglow. Well, as much as we could laying on the cold wood of the bar.

“I also used to daydream about you taking me on this bar.” She let out a giggle. Her arms wrapped around my head, fingers running through my hair.

“I thought the same. After closing, I would go back to my room and think about ripping your clothes off and bending you over every table and showing everyone you belonged to me.” I lifted my head and trailed kisses down her neck.

Her pussy pulsed. My cock felt the fluttering of her walls. Our bodies melded together in a passionate embrace that sent sparks of pleasure through us both, and we gasped in unison.

“I thought you sat outside my window after work,” she whispered, using her claws to tickle my back.

I licked down her neck to her collarbone. “I may have done that, too.”

My cock was on a damn mission to get another pup in there. I knew it was. Not that I would complain, but that was damned near impossible.

We’d been back for nearly a week. Her shift was flawless, painful, but flawless. It damn near killed me to watch from afar, but she shifted well.

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