I rocked my hips, and the head of my cock slid in without any guidance. A homing missile finding its hot, wet target.
“Oh fates, you feel good,” I groaned. My wolf was in heaven knowing our mate was beneath us, that she was wet and willing and receptive. I rocked into her slowly, trying to dial back the sexual aggression surging through me. The need to take her hard and rough consumed me.
A scent flooded my senses. Not hers.
Mine.
Oh fuck.
I reared back, stopping all motion. Touching the tip of my tongue to my canines, I found them extended like a fucking vampire’s.
I’d told her what I was, but hadn’t even thought about claiming her officially.
“Charlie,” I gasped. “I forgot to tell you something.”
She panted, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “What? You want to talk… now?” She rolled her hips sliding that tight pussy along my dick and making my teeth drip their serum.
“Hang on, beautiful. It’s big.”
“I know it’s big. Just fuck me with it.”
“Shit, stop talking like that. I’m only holding onto my control by a thread.”
She blinked, and her eyes came into focus. She pushed up on her forearms. “What is it?”
“Male wolves… they mark their mates. We call it the mating bite. It embeds my scent into your skin to tell other wolves to stay away.”
“Oh God.” Her voice held amusement. “Well, wolves are a territorial species, I guess that makes sense.”
“In a shifter female, it would heal instantly. But in a human… well, I’m scared I’m going to hurt you.”
She frowned. “So you want to do it now? Mark me as yours?”
“It’s less want and more need. And because my wolf is new to me, I don’t want to lose control. I’m afraid the more I try to hold back, the more things could go wrong, you know what I mean?”
I had no doubt what I’d done to Dax had popped into her head too.
She sat up more, chewing her lip thoughtfully. “So how big of a bite are we talking about? Like all your teeth? Just the canines?”
“God, fuck, it’s not like Dax. Just the canines. Here.” I brushed a finger over the spot I wanted to make permanently mine. “It could leave a mark—a scar.” My body shook from the effort of holding back, especially since my dick was buried deep. I doubted she even knew her pussy was clamping and releasing me in little pulses.
My vision had that sharpened quality. I could taste the serum in my mouth. I didn’t dare bite her during orgasm, as was tradition. Better to mark her superficially now. Hopefully satisfy my wolf, so he didn’t go nuts when we were having sex.
“On my neck, but...?”
“Are you scared? Please don’t be afraid of me. I’m not going to rip your throat out. Fuck, doll, I’d never harm you.” I pulled out, so she wouldn’t be pinned by me, but the moment I did, she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me back down.
“I’m not afraid,” she whispered. “I just like the full agenda. You know, for my spreadsheets.”
Despite my strain, I smiled. She was fucking adorable.
“Okay, the full agenda.” I forced myself to take a slow breath to get my head on straight. “Not your neck. Bad idea. I’m going to nip you right here.” I traced the pad of my index finger over the side of her left breast. “No one will see the scar but me.” I lowered my head and licked the place I planned to bite.
A surge of need raced through me, and I thrust deep and forcefully.
Fuck.
I needed to do it now. Before I lost my head completely.
“You okay with this, Spreadsheets? You’re not scared?”
She rocked her hips and took me deeper. Pulled my head down to her breast. “Do it, Levi.”
I groaned and flicked my tongue over her nipple while my dick slowly stroked inside her channel. Then I shifted my mouth to the side and sank my teeth in.
The urge was to bite hard and deep. Thrust hard and deep. Yet to keep from puncturing too deeply, I channeled the urge into the fucking, nailing her again and again with brutal thrusts as I held my mouth still.
She came, calling out my name.
Unprepared for her orgasm, I lost control when her channel squeezed my dick. Somehow—thank fuck—I managed to disengage my teeth from her flesh as I pushed up onto my arms and fucked the living daylights out of her. The bed slammed against the wall, and I was glad her grandfather was at a church thing.
The room spun. I lost touch with reality. Who I was. Whether I was wolf or man.
All I knew was that when I came, the world was changed.
At least my world.
It would never, ever be the same.
“Fuck, Charlie. Fuck. You’re mine now. Forever mine.” I was still pushing into her, but with slower post-climax thrusts. A show of appreciation for being inside her. For coming inside her. For leaving my scent forever in her skin.