Page 67 of Elf Shot

Black lines started to rise up on Layla's skin, Arne pulling back to watch as his mating mark appeared like a tattoo over her heart. The runes were so primordial, no one living knew what they meant, but he knew it was the shape of their bond written down.

Layla stared in wonder at it, her hands clasping onto Arne's biceps like she was scared to let him go. "Fuck, Arne, it burns," she whimpered.

"Just breathe, love," Arne fucked gently into her, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Let it roll over you and mix with the feel of me inside of you."

"Yes, more. God, that feels…" her words trailed off, and Arne went deeper and slower, his body filling her until she could take no more. He circled her clit with his thumb, and Layla cried out, her whole beautiful body shining with sweat and shaking. The last of the marks appeared, and she was coming, her pussy squeezing him tight enough that he momentarily blacked out, and still he pushed her further.

"Yes, Layla. Come on me, mark me, claim me," he groaned. Her nails dug into his side, and with a sudden move, she had him on his back, her hand gripping the base of his throat. Arne laughed in feral joy.

"I'll fucking claim you alright. I will fuck you so hard that you forget your own name," Layla snarled.

The black bond under her breast was so dark against her pale skin. Finally, he had her. He would have her forever. Arne gripped her hips as she rode him, her face set in furious determination.

Her body was a thing of wonder to watch under normal circumstances. When it was lowering itself down on his cock, he lost all fucking reason. Her hand tightened around his throat, and Arne came on a cry, his release so intense, it hurt. Layla's thighs clamped around him, and she was coming again too, her head thrown back in a gasping cry of victory and sheer fucking joy. She smiled down at him, and then her expression slipped, and she placed a hand over his heart.

"It…you don't have one. Did it not work for you?" she asked.

"Fuck yes it worked." Arne sat up and kissed her. "Elvish males have never had them, but a lot of them will go to the ink shamans and get identical ones done. We can go tomorrow."

Layla traced his cheekbones. "And what makes you think I'm going to let you leave this house tomorrow, mate?"

Arne nipped her bottom lip. "Good point."

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Layla rested her head against the curve of Arne's shoulder with a happy sigh. Her whole body was pulsing with aftershocks, and she never wanted it to stop.

"Now, if I remember correctly, you promised me a massage in a hot tub," she said.

Arne kissed the top of her head. "If my mate wants a massage, she can have one."

"Excellent answer."

Arne lifted her off and laid her back on the destroyed bear skin. "Stay here in the warmth, and I'll get it ready."

"Happy to," she murmured, feeling drowsy and content with her post orgasm bliss. She ran her fingers through the soft dark fur.

Fucked senseless on a fur rug in front of a fire. It’s off my bucket list, she thought and laughed softly. How had this become her life? She wasn't about to complain. Arne came back with a towel slung around his hips. He held a soft, thick robe.

"Here we are. This will keep you warm," he said, helping her up and wrapping it around her.

"I think we ruined your rug," she giggled.

"It'll survive," Arne assured her.

Out the back, on a deck was a steaming hot tub that looked out over the lake. There was a small building next to it that Arne said was a sauna and bathroom.

"Yeah, I'm never going to leave now you told me that," Layla said and jumped when he caught her up in his arms.

"Like I would let you leave," Arne growled and placed her on the top step leading into the tub.

"I could always use my feminine wiles to convince you it was a good idea." Layla undid her robe and let it drop. She threw a coy look over her shoulder. Arne was staring at her ass like he was about to sink his teeth into it. A part of her hoped that he would.

Layla shivered as she stepped down into the steaming water. It was a delicious contrast to the cool air. She bundled her snarled hair up in a bun on the top of her head and lowered herself down to her shoulders. Arne was still wearing a dazed expression.

Layla grinned. "You are looking a bit pussy struck there, my dear."

"I am trying not to let the mating frenzy steal all my reason," Arne admitted.

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