Page 93 of So I Won a Werelion

“Do I get to play now?”

I nodded.

He slid the sweatpants off my hips, and I stepped out of them. His hands were on my hips, guiding me into his lap. We were kissing again. All the times we talked until sunrise and now there were no words needed.

His cock bumped against my thigh, and I rolled my hips, continuing the dance. There was no need to practice this part of it.

Gabe cupped my pussy with his big hand, thumbing my clit. His rough skin sent volts of electricity thrumming through my body. I grasped his shoulders and rode the wave.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice rumbled. The vibration was enough to send me over the edge.

“You’re a dirty talker.”

His face lit up. “You like that?”

“What do you got, lion?”

“I’m gonna finger this pretty little pussy until you come. Fuck you with my fingers and get you ready to take my cock again.”

“Oh. I like that plan.”

“You do. I can tell. You’re so wet for me.”

He moved his fingers over my clit, circling it, finding the spots that drove me absolutely wild. My body bucked, and my inner muscles were going crazy. He slipped a finger inside me, moving back and forth, and then added another. I cried out as he curled them forward.

I was on the brink, groaning when he pulled them out of me. He grabbed his cock and gave it a rough pump before driving it up inside me.

Each stroke was slow, like he wanted me to feel every inch of him.

“When you come for me, I’m gonna mark you,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna put my mark on your shoulder and everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come. Please mark me.”

His fingers were on my clit, and each stroke grew more urgent. His shaft swelled inside me and I knew he was close.

That was all I needed.

I grasped his shoulders, riding the waves of my orgasm. He was still inside me, thrusting harder, faster, losing control.

His fingers felt like claws, digging into my shoulder, and making sure the entire world knew I belonged to him.

And finally, Gabe belonged to me.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Gabe

Usually this part of the show was just a formality, but my lion was on point as he walked toThe Mating Gamestage. Claiming Wendy hadn’t been a sure bet, but now that she wore my mark, she wouldn’t reject me.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t prepping myself for a plot twist.

This would be our first public appearance since Derek Jared abducted my mate and attacked our security guard. The rumor going around the local prides and packs was that he’d stolen the piece of the Hudaknocker that Wendy found and planted it on Ranchero Hills land.

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