He kissed her neck, then down to the tops of each of her breasts. He held her tits in his hands, offering them up to him as he slid his tongue across each nipple.
The scent of her arousal filled the air.
Their conversation lay between them, but he chose to ignore it.
She didn’t have to make a choice. Her father would make it for her, and Damon would live with the consequences of that. Even if she picked her pack over him, he wouldn’t let her go.
She belonged to him.
He never thought he’d have a mate of his own. Feeling her, taking her, owning her, he was not letting her go. She was everything to him. Even his wolf felt a connection with hers. They were powerful together, and there was no turning back for him.
Damon sank to his knees before her, sliding his hands up the insides of her thighs, cupping her pussy in his palm.
He slid a finger between her slit before plunging inside her. He’d already come inside her, but that wasn’t what he wanted to do now.
Helping her to the ground, he spread her legs and began to lick at her pussy. Gliding his tongue across her slit, he circled the bud, sucking it into his mouth. He used his teeth to create just enough pain to make it almost too much for her to bear before letting go and stroking out the pain with his tongue.
Damon grabbed her ass, holding her against his mouth as he worked her pussy, driving her higher and higher above that peak, and when the time came for her to go over, he guided her through her orgasm.
Her cream spilled from her cunt, dribbling down to her anus, coating her.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He lifted her legs up. “Hold them.”
His cock was ready, but this time, he didn’t want to take her pussy. Before morning truly came, he wanted to own every single part of her.
He held her still as he pressed the tip of his cock against her anus.
“Don’t tense up. I’m going to make it good for you. I promise.”
“Damon?”
“If you want me to stop, tell me.”
“No, please, I want this,” she said. She was so aroused. The scent clung to her body.
He pushed past the tight ring of her muscles and took his time to sink into her asshole. She was tighter than he imagined. Holding her knees, he pushed himself deep until he was all the way inside her.
They were both panting, and he stared into her eyes.
Mate.
Mine.
Always.
He was not going to let her go.
She belonged to him. He felt the utter power of the claim right through to his soul.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded.
With slow strokes, he took her ass, working her body to find his own release. In and out, he thrust within her.
His balls tightened.
He alternated between looking at her eyes and then her ass as she was spread open to take him. She was so beautiful.
His perfect mate.
“It feels so good,” she said.
He growled in approval.
Unable to resist bringing her to another orgasm, he stroked his thumb across her clit. The flutters of her ass nearly had him spilling his seed inside her.
He held himself perfectly still as he worked her clit. She came hard, and after just a few thrusts, her orgasm consumed her, taking her by surprise by the sheer force of it.
Mine.
It was all he could think about as he held her.
Chapter Nine
Holly had never taken a boyfriend home to meet her parents. Damon wasn’t just a random guy. He was her mate.
He held her hand as they walked toward the farm where her parents had begun to settle in.
“We don’t have to go tonight,” Holly said. “It’s probably rude to invade their time. Don’t you think?”
“You’re nervous.”
“Yes.”
They stopped outside of her parents’ house, and she bit her lip as she turned to look at him. “I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“What you said last night. I don’t know why my father would reject you. He has no reason to but … I won’t choose him or the pack.” She took a deep breath and cupped his face. Ever since she realized he was her mate, she couldn’t resist touching him in some way. “I’ll always pick you. Always.”
He stroked her cheeks. “Thank you.”
“I’m so sorry you experienced so much crap with other packs. I hope mine is different. I really do.”
“I’m an alpha, Holly. There’s no way I’m going to be able to take orders from him, even if I wanted to.”
She kissed his lips. “I know, and I appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”
“I thought I heard you,” Christopher said. “Your mother is cooking spaghetti. Your favorite. She knows how hungry you get after a run.”
Holly smiled and moved toward her father, hugging him. Damon growled, and she immediately stepped back. They weren’t kidding about that alpha possessive gene.