Page 74 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

I collapse on top of him when it’s over, my fingers slipping free of his mouth, and his arms come up to catch me and lower me gently down onto his chest. He’s breathing hard. Panting. I know he hasn’t come yet.

But he waits, his fingers trailing slowly up and down my spine.

Eventually, my breathing slows a bit, and the insane sensitivity of my body fades a little.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Brandon breathes into my ear—so soft, so quiet.

I nod. “Yes,” I whisper back.

“I’m going to take you.”

“I want it.”

“You’re just going to lie here in my arms, and I’m going to fucking pound you until I come.”

“Please. Please.”

He grabs my hips, and a thrill shoots through me at the awareness of what’s about to happen.

And then he’s bucking up into me, moving so ferociously that I feel like his hips are trying to bounce right off the bed. I’m sure that if he wasn’t holding me in place, I’d be thrown off him and to the floor. Pleasure starts to build in me again.

His panting gives way to a low growl, and I know the wolf is rising in him. His lips press to my shoulder, and then his teeth.

He’s going to bite me,I realize, dizzy with desire. I’ve been with shifters before Brandon, but I’ve never had the bite of a mate. This will make our bond official. This moment will cement him as my mate, and me as his.

The thought of it pushes me right to the brink of orgasm. I focus on the feel of those teeth against my skin, waiting for the right moment. He’ll bite me when it’s time, and that’s when I want to come.

“Take me,” I breathe. “Make me yours.”

He growls and lifts his hips, raising us both into the air, fucks into me in three quick bursts—

And then he bites down.

I feel the pain of the bite right along with the heat as he comes inside me, and it’s too much. I have to clap a hand to my mouth to hold back a scream.

Brandon rolls us over so he’s on top of me and shoves into me with all the force and weight gravity can give him. I’m a shaking, fucked-out mess underneath him, with his teeth and his cock still penetrating me, with my orgasm still zipping through my body. I manage to get a leg around his waist and pull him even harder against me, and he grinds so hard it feels like he’s trying to dig himself deeper.

I don’t know how long we lie like that, waves of pleasure breaking over us. It feels like it’s never going to end.

Eventually, though, things crescendo—and fade.

I stare up at him as my body starts to relax. This didn’t even feel like sex. I’ve had plenty of sex in my time, but this was transcendent.

If this is what it’s like to be fucked by your mate, it’s a damn shame I didn’t start sooner.

He rolls off me, but I don’t want him to go. I don’t want to be apart from him. Not ever. Even the few inches he’s putting between us to take the weight of his body off mine feels like too much distance.

I turn with him so that my head is resting on his shoulder, and to my great satisfaction, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me in close.

“You’ll stay tonight?” I murmur.

“I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

“Well, that’s forever.”

He chuckles. “In that case, we might want to move back to my place.”

I smile. It’s a little thing, what house we’re in, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I have choices. It’s a great feeling.

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