“Again? Now?”
“Again. Now.”
I moaned, not sure if I could die from too much good sex.
He moved his hips, slower now, more leisurely. “The scent of fucking… it’s all over you.”
“I don’t think I can come again,” I admitted.
“You can. You will.”
And I did.
8
COLTON
* * *
I fucked my mate into exhaustion. Only when she was asleep in my bed, naked and marked with my scent, did I leave her. I showered, dressed in fresh clothes, then shut the door behind her to track down my brothers.
She may have been muffled with her t-shirt, but Marina couldn’t be quiet if she tried. That made my wolf howl because a mate shouldn’t have to be quiet while getting eaten out. She should scream her pleasure. Anytime. All the time.
Everyone on the ranch but Audrey was a shifter, and we had incredible hearing. They may not have heard Marina, but they definitely heard me. I didn’t hold back once I’d gotten inside her. I couldn’t have even if someone held a gun to my head. I’d probably have to fix the drywall later, but it had been worth it. No male shifter who’d heard us would seek her attention. Marina was mine. My scent was all over her.
The second time I fucked her, I’d pulled the condom off and spilled all over her breasts and belly to mark her as mine. I couldn’t bite her and claim her yet as I wanted. Fuck, did I want to sink my teeth into her sweet flesh. My wolf was pissed I hadn’t yet. Didn’t understand why I was waiting because we were so close to the full moon. The scent of her, the taste of her had my teeth elongating to do just that. I hadn’t spent over a decade in the military without an iron will. I’d had to use it with Marina.
She might’ve surprised the fuck out of me downstairs, but I had a bigger fucking surprise in store for her. Before I mated and marked her, I had to tell her what I was, that not just me, but everyone on the ranch were shifters. Audrey hadn’t told her, that was for fucking sure.
Yeah, Marina had a mate, not just a man in her life. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just bite her and be done with it. She thought I was heading back to base, to pick up my weapon and head out on the next tour. I’d outright told her I was going back.
She was twenty-fucking-one years old. She had her whole life ahead of her. College. When I was her age, I'd already finished my first tour and seen shit I’d never forget. Hell, based on the way she’d responded, she’d barely fucked.
With my wolf hearing, I knew Rob was in his office. I went down the front stairs, took a right and went into the space that had belonged to my dad.
Rob looked up from his work at the big desk. “I’m surprised you’re conscious.”
I used to sit across from my dad while he worked—in the spot where Rob was now—listening to his conversations as I built Legos. I knew I wasn’t ever going to be alpha, not with Rob being older, but I’d always liked to hear how my father dealt with issues and problems. I liked to think I used those skills when dealing with my soldiers under my command.
He smirked and sat back in his chair.
“She’s mine,” I snarled.
He held up his hands. “We figured that out, that’s for damn sure. It’s not me you have to win over.”
“Boyd,” I murmured, realizing I was in trouble with him. I scratched the back of my neck, thinking of the bro code about dating sisters. Or fucking them.
I was so sated, my muscles so lax from having my balls drained, not once, but twice. I was at my most easygoing. If Boyd wanted to punch me in the face, now was the time to do it. Because I wasn’t just fucking Marina into unconsciousness. Well, I was, but not just to empty my balls. She was my mate, and he was going to have to get used to the idea. Double time.
“You fucked his almost sister-in-law.” Rob crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Clearly, we were thinking along the same lines.
“I fucked my mate, who just happens to be his almost sister-in-law,” I clarified. “You’d have done the same.”
He dipped his head once in agreement.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“No need. He’s coming.”
I heard his footsteps a split second after Rob.
Boyd came into the office, shutting the door behind him. Then he punched me in the gut. Twice. Hard.
I let him. I probably could’ve taken him, given him a solid run. We were equally matched strength-wise, but I had ten years of training in hand-to-hand combat, and his best skill was staying on a crazy bull. Still, I figured I deserved it. My gut clenched in agony now, but shifters healed almost immediately, so a punch between brothers was easily taken.