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Her body finally calmed down, relaxing on the bed. He climbed over her, gripping her legs tight in his hands, fitting himself between them. He leaned forward and crushed his mouth to hers as he thrust his impatient cock into her soaked core.
He was losing control. His hips pumped feverishly, slamming his cock deep within her womb. He tore his mouth from hers and buried his face in her neck, feeling his incisors lengthening. He fought to draw them back, but he lost the battle.
Claim her.
She wrapped her legs tight around his waist and met him thrust for thrust.
She was his.
She took everything that he threw at her. His movements were harsh, as he needed to get even closer to her. His cock couldn’t get deep enough. He knew that he was rough in his taking of her, but he couldn’t control himself any longer.
The call to mate was consuming him.
His eyes zeroed in on the apex of her shoulder. His body trembled as his alpha power grew enhanced with every thrust, knowing that this was their destined mate beneath them.
Claim her.
“Drake,” she gasped, her walls tightening around him.
“Mine,” he growled, no longer able to fight the call to mate.
His mouth widened and he sank his fangs deep into her shoulder. She screamed from the bite, but instead of pain, it sent her into another orgasm.
The bite of a mate, for a human, would only be painful for a split second during a mating, before their release overcame them, taking away all pain and only providing them with the most exquisite pleasure they would ever experience.
She called his name, and as the taste of her blood filled his mouth, his released slammed into him. He threw back his head and let loose a roar as he filled her with his seed.
Chapter 12
Penny may not know muchabout the world of shifters, but she was sure that she was just claimed. She had seen plenty of paranormal movies to know that a wolf biting someone during sex meant the person had just been claimed. She stared into the mirror in the en suite bathroom, remaining silent as she studied Drake’s mark. The edges of the wound were dark pink, having already started to heal.
Drake, after his release, snapped out whatever trance he was in and immediately apologized to her. To her amazement, he began licking the wound, ensuring his saliva, that held healing enzymes, would allow the wound to heal, but only leave a mark. He was right. It was no longer bleeding, and the edges of the teeth marks were already sealing together.
If she didn’t know any better, the feel of his tongue running along her mark aroused her. He remained silent as he took care of her wound. After he finished, she jumped from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
He claimed her.
She ran her fingers along the teeth marks and felt no pain. She looked over the rest of her naked body and could see other evidence of their lovemaking. Slight bruises lined her body, but they didn’t hurt.
As always, Drake left her feeling thoroughly fucked and satisfied.
Her lips turned up in the corner as she shifted her stance, and felt the soreness between her thighs. Drake was a large man.
Everywhere.
She thought that her body would have become accustomed to his size by now. She should have been upset at how rough he had been with her before he marked her. Just thinking of how hard he thrust into her, how deep he reached, had her becoming aroused again.
She loved it.
She wanted another go around.
Just. Like. That.
Bite and all.
Her eyes were drawn back to the mark. Would she turn into a wolf too? She leaned closer to the mirror and grinned so she could examine her teeth.
No fangs.
