Twisted (Savage Alpha Shifters 2)

She swallows. “It’s not just that… it’s…” She huffs out a sigh.

“Silly girl,” I whisper, then I move down to take her mouth with mine. When I pull back, I add, “All that matters today is you and me are mates. Meant to be. You’re mine forever, baby. And I’m yours. Whether you want me or not.” I throw her legs up and lower my head. Before I get to my goal, I say, “And I do want you. I won’t ever, ever let you go, and I’ll never want to touch another woman. Never.”

My mouth connects with delicious wet skin and I drag my tongue between her silky folds. Fuck, she tastes so good.

I feast on her pussy, getting rewarded with more of Amelia’s arousal and sweet little whimpers.

“Whatever else it is, it’ll all work out,” I say, dropping a kiss on her inner thigh, “But, fuck me if you don’t smell and taste like you’re in heat so let’s just go with it, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers, tears glistening in her pretty eyes, a smile on her face, her eyes now emitting an even deeper, glowing indigo color.

Fuck, she smells and tastes better than anything. I need to fuck her. I could fuck her non-stop until I take my very last breath.

She’s enjoying the oral, so I fight the urge to slide inside for a few more minutes while I lick her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her sweet, tight channel. I keep at it until she’s crying out a plea. Fuck, I can’t wait a second longer. I climb up her body, kissing, licking, and nipping my way up her smooth, delicious flesh until I get to her claiming mark.

“Your predator needs to devour you,” I rasp, spearing her with my aching, rock-hard cock. The second I’m inside her, something urgent crackles to life in my veins. An urge to fuck her that’s so fierce, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.

Her front teeth are embedded into her lower lip; her eyes are indigo fire – my new favorite color.

I let out a deep groan as my knot detonates, immediately expanding and shooting hot cum inside her. A lot of it. My knot buzzes with a current that’s so strong, it hurts. I hiss with the discomfort and drive my body forward, which helps, so that’s what I do to ease the ache – slam my hips forward over and over; fuck my mate into the mattress.

I’m in The Rut. I don’t think I could stop right now if my life depended on it. The only thing that would stop me is if her life depended on it.

I fucking love this woman.

Mine. She’s all mine. And look at her. She loves me, too. I know she does. I feel it as clearly as I feel my own feelings for her.

She lets out a wounded-sounding cry as I roar while filling her with my essence, her tight heat choking my cock in the best way.

I want to paint her with my cum while I feast on her. I twist, flipping her so I’m sitting on the bed, my legs hanging off. She’s riding my knot, holding tight to my shoulders as I rock her back and forth on me, suckling my mark on her and growling as more cum shoots inside her. Her nails dig into my back, her sweet cries of ecstasy filling my ears and her mouth-watering scent permeating my flesh. Her head is thrown back and her mouth is open, eyes closed, expression lust-laden. Not only will Amelia always smell like me, I’ll smell like her, too. I’m hers as much as she’s mine.

She’s drawn my blood on my back and it makes me want to roar out with pride. This woman is mine and she’s a warrior who’s fought against a world of pain. She’ll be victorious. I’ll make her so fucking happy, she’ll forget. I’ll fill her with love, with happiness instead.

I’m drunk on her. I’ve got a mouth full of breast, and my thumb circling her tight asshole. My knot releases halfway and then expands again, feeling even larger, vibrating even harder. As some of my cum leaks from her, I use it to lubricate her tight ring and slowly push my thumb inside her ass.

“Mason,” she cries out, “Oh fuck, baby.”

I growl in agreement, drawing her other nipple into my mouth and gently biting down.

“Oh G-god,” she sobs, her body trembling, both from her climax as well as from my oscillating knot.

Even more sensation rolls from my spine up to my fingertips. Finally, my knot shrinks slowly, completely, and it feels like I’m washed in warm rain. When I’m able to pull out, I’m still hard. I want more. Now. My lap is drenched with our fluids.