“I wasn’t a man either. It was more like something in between.”
“I don’t know if I can partially shift—at least not on purpose. I’m sort of an all-or-nothing girl.”
“You can. Trust me. When the time is right, your wolf will take over. She’ll claim what she wants.”
Sunday’s eyes flared with hunger as she nodded. “Then what are we waiting for?”
I couldn’t ignore the throbbing of my thick cock in my pants anymore. I hadn’t been inside her in too long, hadn’t felt the heat of her squeezing me, milking me for all I was worth. That was over now. This time was ours, and when she marked me, any doubt of our bond would be gone.
“I can’t be gentle with you,” she said, her voice a throaty rasp.
“Fuck, who asked you to be, baby?”
We lunged at each other, crashing together in a tangle of limbs, mouths devouring each other.
It felt like coming home.
In mere seconds our clothes were a pile of fabric on the soft grassy ground, and I had her in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist as I positioned myself at her welcoming entrance.
“Hold on tight,” I murmured, a little breathless.
She threaded her fingers in my hair and pulled, the pain making me thrust upward as I sheathed myself inside her all the way to the hilt. Then I walked forward until her back was pressed against a thick tree trunk so I could drive deep and fill her so full she’d miss me when this was all over.
She moaned, arching her spine and pressing her tits into my chest as she raked her nails down my back. “Fuck I’ve missed you, Kingston. The way you fill me up. It’s perfect.”
“Is my mate already going to come?”
“Yes. Keep going.”
I braced my palms on the tree, claws already coming out and embedding into the bark. Her legs around my waist and the drive of my hips were the only things holding her up. Her walls clenched, nipples tight points against my skin. I needed her pleasure like I needed my next breath. I wanted to smell her sex and desire, taste it in the air, worship her like the fucking goddess she was out here under the moon.
“Shift, baby. Just enough so you can bite me. I’m already so goddamned close to coming.”
Her eyes were wild, her beast shining through as it took hold of her. It was fucking beautiful. She was moonlight and nature. Wild and free.
Mine.
And then she made me hers.
Sunday brought her lips down, feathering them lightly over the pulse thrashing in my throat, and then she pressed the sharp points of her fangs against my skin. Licking me once, playfully, before sinking in and marking me.
I came instantly, the pleasure erupting through me so fierce I thought I was going to break the tree in two with the force of my frantic thrusts. I needed to be deeper. All the way inside. Leaving a piece of me behind. And when she cried out and fluttered around me, that familiar pulse of her orgasm drew out every last drop I had.
“Fuck,” I groaned as the release continued to roll through me. I could die like this and never even realize it.
Sunday lapped up a small trickle of blood that must have dripped from the bite. I could already feel the wound start to heal when she pressed a gentle kiss on top of it. She pulled back, cupping my face in her hands and staring deep into my eyes.
“I love you, Kingston. Always.”
“I love you too, Sunshine. So fucking much.”
My cock gave a happy twitch, and she moaned. “You’re mine now.”
“Yes. Forever.”
She sighed and let her head fall back to rest on the tree, then a laugh rolled through her, and I followed her gaze.
“What?”