Page 18 of Shifting Hearts 1
Claim her.
Mark her.
Make her yours.
I bare my teeth, my panther surging, claws sinking into the dirt by her head. My lips drag across her neck, over the soft spot where fate branded her mine. Where my mark will rest for the rest of her life and mine.
“Do it,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Please, Ranger. Mark me. Make me yours.”
My control snaps and I sink my fangs into her throat, her blood sweet and wild on my tongue. She screams my name, her whole body convulsing as her climax rips through her, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.
The bond slams into place with violent force, light exploding behind my eyes, her heartbeat syncing with mine, her soul pouring into me.
I roar against her skin, thrusting harder, deeper, rutting into her as my release crashes over me. Hot seed floods her, pulse after pulse, my cock jerking inside her as I mark her again and again with every snap of my hips.
She clings to me, her nails gouging my back, her moans breaking into sobs as the bond fuses us together, no space left, no doubt, and no escape. Ever.
When it’s done, I collapse against her, both of us trembling, our breaths ragged, and our hearts pounding as one.
I lick the blood from her throat, sealing the mark, my voice hoarse as I whisper against her skin.
“Mine.”
Her hand fists in my hair, tugging me closer, her voice wrecked but certain.
“Yours.”
Forever.
ELEVEN
His, Entirely
Paris
The world is still trembling when I open my eyes.
I can feel him everywhere. His seed is dripping from me, his bite throbbing on my throat, and his scent clinging to every inch of my skin. The bond hums like fire in my blood, so strong I can barely breathe without feeling him inside me.
I should be exhausted. I should be drifting in the haze of afterglow.
But he doesn’t let me.
Ranger is still moving above me, still grinding into me, his cock thick and hard inside my swollen heat. His breath is ragged against my ear, his hands clamped on my hips as though I might vanish if he loosens his grip.
“Mine,” he growls again, rutting deep, his voice rough and raw. “Say it again. Now.” The demand washes through me and more lust crawls through my veins.
A moan slips out before I can stop it, ringing through the forest, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Yours. Always yours.”
He snarls in satisfaction, snapping his hips harder, thrusting deeper, and pounding me into the earth until the leaves beneath me are crushed and damp with sweat. Every thrust makes my body sing, every bite of his teeth against my throat burns the claim deeper.
It’s not gentle. It’s not careful. It’s consuming. And I want it. Goddess, I want all of it. Always. And I finally have it.
“Look at me,” he demands, pulling back just enough to cup my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. His storm-grey gaze is wild, his pupils blown wide, and his expression one of feral possession. “No one else. No one will ever touch you again. I’ll kill them.”
The words should terrify me. They don’t. They set me on fire.
“Then take me,” I whisper, lifting my hips to meet him, my body clenching greedily around him. “Take everything. Mark me. Breed Me. Just don’t stop.”
