His mouth unexpectedly latched onto her nipple just as his hand palmed her breast. No, she couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. She couldn’t.
Blair was about to snippily demand he get moving, but then he settled his hips more snugly between her own. Better. She slid her hands up the sleek, defined muscles of his chest and gripped his broad shoulders. “In me.”
“But that’s the thing.” Gritting his teeth against the urge to slam deep, Luke lodged the head of his dick in her pussy—so slick and scalding hot. “I don’t just want to be in you.” He breezed his mouth along the side of her face to her ear. “I want to fucking consume you. Take you over. Use you all up. Make you feel so possessed you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Luke returned his gaze to hers. “For you to convince me that you want it.” He bit her lower lip hard. “Make me believe it.”
She swallowed, pricking his shoulders with the tips of her claws. “I want you to fuck me. Claim me. Mark me inside, where no one else has ever been.”
The latter words shot straight to his cock. His territorialism at an all-time high, he slowly sank into her. A groan got snagged in his throat. Christ, she was tight. If she hadn’t been so goddamn wet, he’d have struggled to push any deeper.
His pulse racing, Luke paused when he met the barrier inside her. “Look at me.”
Her eyelids lifted, revealing a gaze filled with need and frustration. There was a twinge of discomfort, but he trusted she’d tell him if it was too much.
“Keep your eyes on mine.” He reared back slightly and then thrust hard, driving his cock deep, a fierce satisfaction filling him from head to toe. She flinched beneath him with a hiss. He nuzzled her and pressed a kiss to her throat. “Shh, you’re good.”
It killed him, but he didn’t move other than to use his lips, tongue, and teeth on her highly sensitive neck. Little by little, the tension left her body as she adjusted to his size. His cat nudged him, wanting him to move, bite, claim.
She arched, making Luke slide a little deeper inside her. They both groaned. “Well, you gonna make me yours or what?” she challenged.
He snarled. “You’re already mine.”
Blair gripped his shoulders tighter as he began to move. Jesus, she’d seriously underestimated just how big he’d feel when inside her. She felt stuffed full, her pussy overstretched. Pain and pleasure blended as his throbbing cock rasped along her supersensitive inner walls. He repeatedly nibbled on her neck, leaving her to wonder when he’d finally bite down.
Each plunge of his dick was slow and sensuous. But not sweet. The thrusts held the bold, dominant, dangerous edge of a warrior staking his claim.
Curling her legs tight around him, she lifted her hips to meet each punch of his own. And, as he gripped her breast while sucking on her pulse, Blair felt her orgasm approaching fast.
She lurched up and sank her teeth into his neck, branding him, claiming him.
He swore, going rigid above her. Then he lost it. Every forward roll of his hips was fast, hard, and heavy as he pounded into her like an animal.
She clawed at his shoulders. “Luke …” His teeth clamped around a fleshy spot on her neck and sank deep. Her release slammed into her, stealing her breath. Blair dug her heels into the base of his spine and raked her nails over his back as she came hard, barely feeling the brief flash of pain in her head.
A pain that preceded the mating bond snapping into place.
She sucked in a breath as her world tilted, altering forever. The link was fierce in its strength and intensity. The ball of emotions on the other end of it made her eyes sting. Pride, protectiveness, unconditional adoration, and a possessiveness so deep and wild it was a force all on its own.
Opening her eyes, she found Luke braced on his elbows as he looked down at her. Still panting, she smiled. She was sore and all hollowed out, but … “I want to do that again. Soon. We need to make that happen.”
His lips hitched up. “Oh, we will.” He dabbed a soft kiss on her mouth. “Our scents have mixed already,” he added, his voice velvety with pure male satisfaction.
The combining of scents didn’t always happen immediately. It often took certain “steps” for the bond to form.
It didn’t surprise her that their bond wasn’t yet fully formed. They might have known each other a long time and developed a deep emotional connection, but Luke hadn’t been completely open with her on certain matters—always seeking to protect her from the ugliness of the world. Of his world, in particular … as if he’d feared that sharing them would make Blair feel inclined to take Noelle’s advice and choose another mate. Idiot. Until those secrets were gone, the frequency of the bond would be jammed.