Page 84 of Just a Friend for the Lion
I do as he says, baring myself without hesitation, because I want him to see. To know.
He growls.
Drops to his knees.
And then his mouth is on me—hot, rough tongue licking into my folds, sucking, lapping, claiming me with every stroke.
I scream.
I don’t care.
I buck against his face, chasing the ruthless pleasure he’s giving me like it’s oxygen.
My hands claw at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I can grab.
“Mine,” he groans against me, voice muffled by my slick heat. “Come for me, Kitten. Now.”
And I do.
I shatter—back arching, thighs squeezing his head, stars bursting behind my eyes.
But Carter’s not done. Not even close.
Before I can recover, he’s over me again, mouth on mine, kissing me like he’s feeding me my own taste, and then his cock—hard, long, ready—is nudging at my entrance.
“Say it,” he demands, golden eyes pinning me. “Say you’re mine. Forever.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him in. “Forever.”
And then he thrusts—deep, hard, to the hilt—and I swear the world splits open.
Every nerve ending sings. My mark burns and blooms with heat.
The matebond flares tolife, golden threads of magic sparking between us until I can feel him in me, around me, through me.
He fucks me like a man possessed, like a Lion finally claiming his mate.
Each thrust harder, deeper, driving me higher until I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but hold on.
“Mine,” he growls into my ear, biting down on my shoulder again, sealing the bond with fire and ecstasy.
“Carter!” I cry, nails raking down his back, surrendering everything.
“Tell me,” he commands.
“Yes, I’m yours!”
And when we come together, it’s not just an orgasm—it’s a binding.A forever.
His roar shakes the walls. My scream rips out of me, raw and perfect.
And in that wild, soul-searing moment, I know—this isn’t just sex.
This is fate.
This is love.
This is us.
