Page 33 of Savage Prince

“It’s almost enough to make me come again,” she says, her lids dropping to half-mast. “Just that, even without everything else.”

“Everything else?” I ask, moving a little faster, knowing it was the right call when she lifts into me, grinding closer.

“Your smell and your touch and the way you move,” she pants, whimpering as she bucks into me, silently telling me to push deeper. I oblige her, sinking in to the hilt. “And you. Just you. It’s like you were made to fuck me.”

“I was made to fuck you,” I promise, my restraint eroding quickly as she digs her nails into my ass, pulling me even deeper. “But I’m not going to last much longer, baby. You feel too good. You’re so tight and hot for me.”

And glowing.

Her pink aura fills the entire room, making the beast inside of me ridiculously proud of itself. I made my mate glow like that. I made her whimper and squirm, and her eyes roll back as her body starts to contract around my cock.

“I’m coming, Ford,” she gasps, clinging to me as her release has its way with her. “Oh God, I’m coming so hard.”

“I can feel you, baby. Fuck, I can feel you,” I grit out, losing the last of my control. I pound into her with all the need and relief and hunger inside, riding the screaming bullet train of my orgasm to its euphoric conclusion.

My spine bows and I grind deep into her still pulsing pussy, coming in wrenching waves that have me cursing and celebrating and saying God knows what as I spill everything in me into my woman, my mate.

Mine. She’s finally mine. And I’m never going to take that miracle for granted.

Not for a single day for whatever remains of my life.

Once I’ve caught my breath enough to function, I pull the condom off and tie it up, dropping it in the small trash can beside the bed before drawing her back into my arms.

She rests her cheek on my chest with a happy sigh. “Dude.”

I smile. “I take it that means sex lived up to your expectations?”

“Ten out of ten would do again,” she says, lifting her head to gaze down at me as she adds. “But just with you. I have a feeling it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.”

“Good,” I say, that primal part of me lifting its possessive head. “Because if any other man put his dick in you, I’d have to rip it off.”

She arches a brow. “Savage.”

“And then I’d make him eat it,” I say, doubling down. “While writing me a handwritten note expressing his deep remorse for daring to touch what’s mine.”

“And me?” she asks, her eyes glittering above her flushed cheeks. “How would you punish me for taking another man into my bed?”

“I’d edge you until you needed to come so badly, you were on your knees, begging for my cock,” I say. “And then I’d give it to you so good you’d know better than to make a mistake like that again.”

She hums. “Not me. I’m not that nice. If I knew you’d been with someone else, I’d be very tempted to unalive you.”

“Wow,” I say, secretly thrilled by the threat. “Jealous, are we?”

“Just territorial about the things that belong to me,” she says, reaching down to grip my still semi-hard cock. Even after coming harder than I’ve come in years, being naked in bed with Juliet is too exciting for it to go completely soft. “And this belongs to me now. It’s my territory.”

“I’ll make an appointment for the tattoo tomorrow.”

Her brows lift. “Tattoo?”

“The one that says ‘Property of Juliet Zion’ on my dick. Just so it’s clear to anyone who might see me naked exactly who I belong to.”

She grins. “That’s an amazing idea, but even with shifter healing power, you’d have to take a day or two to heal from something like that, and that’s not going to work for me.”

“Because you’re going to need me inside you every day for the rest of your life?” I ask, hoping I’m not pushing too far too soon.

Her smiles fades. “Every day at least twice a day. Because being with you like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Ford. For real.”

“Me, too,” I whisper and then we prove it to each other for the rest of the afternoon, making up for lost time and making the most of our last remaining condom.

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