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He moans, eyes rolling back. Knowing I’m making my mate feel good has me picking up the pace.
It doesn’t take long before I’m in a full-blown rut. I’ve never felt like this before. Like I can’t get deep enough. I want to fuse my body with his.
The sound of our skin slapping together as I pound into him fills the room, mixing with the sounds of our combined pleasure. I know I’m being rough, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Leaning forward, I cover my body with his.
He wraps his legs around me, hands clawing at my back as he screams my name over and over again.
“Yes, Asher. Fuck. Oh gods. You feel so good. Fucking hell!” he screams, arching into me.
I snake a hand between us and wrap it around his cock, pumping with my thrusts with a tight grip. He pants as I play with him. His magic crackling and snapping around us shows me how much he likes this.
My mouth finds his neck. I suck and nip, growling and grunting. I’m close, so fucking close. But I don’t want this to be over. It can’t be. I just got inside him. I never want to leave.
“I’m going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts and then I feel his cock twitch where it’s trapped between us, warm sticky cum covering his stomach and my hand.
I don’t stop, claws extending as my own pleasure builds.
His smell makes my head dizzy, his touch makes my knot throb.
The need to lock myself to him is overwhelming. To sink my teeth into his skin and mark him as mine permanently is soul consuming.
And because I have no one here to tell me no, I do both.
With one hard thrust, I shove my knot into his ass, making him scream. In pleasure or pain, I don’t know.
I’m too far gone, my wolf screaming at me to make him ours. “Mine.” The growl that leaves me is pure animal before I bite down hard, making him whimper as my own cock throbs, sending wave after wave of cum deep into his ass, marking him as mine.
We stay like that for a while, no one saying a word, just locked in each other's embrace as I remove my teeth and look at his new mate mark.
Seconds pass, reality comes seeping in.
My head snaps back, and I look down at him in horror. “I’m so fucking sorry, Zayne,” I rasp. “Shit,shit shit.”
“Hey.” He smiles up at me with a sleepy look. “It’s okay. Shh. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. Nothing about that was okay. I should have been more careful with you, treated you better. I was too far gone. I told you we shouldn’t have done this. I forced my knot into you.” My voice cracks. “I bit you.”
“It was good.” He sounds drunk. “So good. So so good.” With each word, he sounds more and more out of it.
His reassurance helps me relax a little bit. I look at my mark on his neck and possessive pride fills me.
Now, whenever someone looks at him, they will know he’s a taken man. Taken byme.
Zayne passed out, breathing slow and steady. When my knot deflates, I carefully pull out. Leaning back on my knees, I bite my hand as I try to smother a growl as I watch my cum spill from his ass.
Going to the bathroom, I grab a warm cloth and clean him up, careful not to wake him before climbing into bed next to him. Grabbing him, I pull him close, wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling my face against his neck.
“You’re mine, Zayne,” I murmur softly. He’s so fucking gorgeous. And mine. All fucking mine. “And from now on, you will spend every night in my bed. Where you belong.”
CHAPTER 18
ZAYNE
A week.
That’s how long it’s been since Asher finally gave in; since I let himhaveme,ruinme,claimme in every way that matters. Since I felt his teeth sink into my skin, his knot locking us together while he growled my name like I was the only thing in the world.
And now?
