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“Love how responsive you are. There’s so much more where this came from,” I growl as I cup her pussy, adding a secondfinger while my palm grinds into her clit. “Now come for me, baby. Come so damn hard. I’ve got you.”

Eden tenses in my arms, her entire body strung so damn tight as she inhales sharply and holds her breath. I pinch her clit and she snaps, unraveling completely. Eden bites down on my neck and I come with her, right in my damn jeans. Neither one of us can stop grinding into each other as our shared orgasm devastates us both.

Finally, she slumps into my chest, a complete rag doll. I slip my hand out of her leggings and lick my fingers clean.

“What are you…” Eden stares at my tongue while I lap up every last drop from my skin.

“Fucking delicious,” I growl, capturing her lips with mine so she can taste herself.

Eden moans softly into our kiss and then sighs sweetly when we break apart.

“Holy shit,” she murmurs. Then she buries her head into my neck again, as if she’s embarrassed. Yeah, fuck that.

I weave my fingers into her long hair and tug gently, making her lift her head up again. I press my lips to her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks, finally giving her a short, sweet kiss on her swollen lips.

“You felt it, too?” I ask, resting my forehead on hers.

She nods and bites her lip before answering. “I felt it. I feel you, Ryker.”

“Thank fuck.” I wrap her up in my arms and hold her close while we soak up the significance of this moment. “Tomorrow is the mating moon,” I say after a few moments of silence. “And I won’t be able to stop myself from claiming you. Especially after knowing how goddamn sweet you taste.”

“I’m perfectly okay with that,” Eden breathes out on a sigh, her contented and sleepy tone making me smile.

“Let me get you tucked into bed, mate,” I whisper before kissing the top of her head again.

“Mate,” she repeats, her eyelids fluttering closed.

I take one last moment to admire the soft glow of my precious girl in my arms, then stand up, adjusting her slightly so I can carry her to my bed. Our bed, from now on.

She’s mine, and tomorrow she’ll finally know what it means to be claimed by an Alpha.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

EDEN

After last night’s frozen pizza, I told Ryker I’d treat him tonight and cook a real homemade meal. It’s the least I can do after all the work he did on my house.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have an ulterior motive. I'm hoping he has the same motive. Last night, Ryker mentioned the mating moon. Phoenix said something about it, too. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what that's referring to, especially since I've been craving my mate from the moment I opened my eyes this morning.

I’ve always been attracted to Ryker, even when I first stumbled right into him. He’s awakened new sensations and a fresh awareness of every part of my body, especially when he’s around. But today? Today, everything is dialed up. I can’t get the image of Ryker’s blue eyes glowing when he kissed me last night out of my head. And the way his hands roamed up and down my body, lighting my skin on fire with the need for more…

The front door opens with a bang and I look up with a start from my position in the dining room. I was about to set the table for the chicken alfredo I have warming up on the stovetop, butone look at my mate, and I know there’s going to be a change of plans.

Ryker looks feral, his blue eyes locking onto mine as he strides forward. My mate is in front of me in three long strides, his muscles rippling with built-up tension as he takes shallow breaths.

“Missed you,” he growls before taking my lips as his own.

Ryker slides his tongue into my mouth as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, angling me so he can go deeper. I moan when I feel his thick cock digging into my stomach, then open up wider for him so he can consume me completely.

His kiss winds me up with each savage stroke of his tongue against mine, and my body moves on its own, grinding against his, seeking relief for the unbearable, throbbing ache in my core.

“More,” I gasp when we finally break for air. “Need more.”

“Dinner?”

“Fuck dinner,” I say with a surprising amount of conviction as turn the burners off. “It’ll taste even better warmed up,” I tell him, looping my arms around his neck. My mate groans, the sound almost painful, and then scoops me up in his arms and carries me to his room.

Tossing me on the bed, I bounce twice, then he pounces on me, nuzzling my neck. Everything is so sensitive, and when Ryker licks my pulse point, my thighs tremble. He groans, nipping the same spot as I let out a little yelp.

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