“Robert...”
“You like my cock in you, little wolf?”
“So much.”
“You look hot as hell, baby,” he growls, thrusting deeper into me. He runs his hands down my back, teasing my skin, and then he pulls my hair.
“Come in me,” I urge him, wanting more. I want him to feel as good as I do. I want him to feel as hot as I do. I want him to.
And then he does.
I can tell the exact moment he comes because his teeth sink into my neck at the same time, and I cry out, completely overwhelmed at the sensation. He licks my neck, sealing the wound with his tongue, but he’s still pulsing inside of me, still coming, and as soon as his orgasm is over, he stills behind me.
He doesn’t move, and I know why.
Robert’s bear just claimed me as his own.
He marked me.
I’m his now.
Chapter 12
Robert
“I’m sorry.”
Shit.
What the hell do I do now?
I just fucking claimed Meredith without even getting her permission first. I just took her as my own, and I didn’t even ask her if she was okay with that. I didn’t even ask her if she was ready, or if she wanted this, or...
Then she kisses me.
I didn’t even notice her wiggling around, hugging me, or touching me until her lips were pressed against mine. And now she’s kissing me eagerly, passionately, sweetly.
“You claimed me.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Your bear knows I’m your mate, Robert.”
“I’ve never mated anyone.”
“You didn’t claim your ex?”
“No.”
She looks at me curiously, cautiously, without judgment. Then she runs her fingers over the mark on her neck. She’s got a scar there now. The wound is closed, obviously. I sealed it with my tongue after I bit her. After I marked her.
Shit.
I still can’t believe I did that.
“Are you upset?” She asks.
“A little.”