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I’m already delirious with pleasure. Steeped in the hormones of love.
He bends his face to flick his tongue over my nipple, then nips it. “I’ll do the whole human wedding thing–whatever you want–but tonight, you become mine. Tonight, I embed my scent in your skin, Silver.” He says it like it’s a warning. Or a punishment. Maybe he’s giving me a last chance to back out.
I wouldn’t dream of it.
I clasp my ankles behind his back to drag him in deeper, to show him I want more.
“I’m claiming you, and there’s no going back. No walking away.” His eyes glow in the dark. They make my heart race.
My boyfriend is a wolf. It’s thrilling and real and right at the same time.
Billy pounds into me, gathering speed, using enough force that I’ll be walking funny tomorrow. I want more. I reach for him, scoring his shoulders with my nails, rocking my pelvis to take him even deeper.
“There’s no future where we’re not together,” he growls. “You’re my mate, and wolves mate for life.”
I laugh, but I’m crying. At least, my face is wet, so I must be.
“Do it,” I urge. “Make me yours.”
He lets out a wolf-snarl. His jaws open, and his fangs gleam in the moonlight. I experience a flash of fear, but it’s instantly eclipsed by pleasure.
He comes inside me, and I orgasm around his pulsing cock. The walls of my channel squeeze to suck his essence in and up. I gasp out my pleasure.
“Mine,” Billy roars, shoving deep and going still.
“Yes, yours!”
He cups my breast with one hand and lowers his head. “Mine.” This time it’s quieter.
He closes his jaws. The bite is gentle and shallow, at the outside of my breast, on the pectoral muscle.
I come again, bucking my hips, and squeezing around his cock as he carefully extracts his teeth from my breast and licks the wounds closed.
“Are you okay, Silver?” He grips my jaw and turns my face to his. His eyes are back to blue, and they search my face with concern.
My lids flutter open, and I smile. I rock my hips to show him how good I am.
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s a good hurt.”
“Yeah?” He pinches the nipple of the marked breast and holds.
I orgasm again. “Oh,” I sob.
He pinches the other one. “Mine.” He whispers it this time.
“All yours,” I whisper back.
“I love you.” He kisses the tears on my face. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m never going to let you go.”
“You better not.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Aubrey
It’s a hot day and City College’s commencement is outside, so I’m dying in this black gown.
