making Alayna happy was going to be one of his new goals in life. Their first night together had ended with her tears, and he’d be damned if he was going to ever end another night that way.
“Griz and I have a preliminary design, but now we’ll need to finalize it. And of course, you get to have a say too. Once it’s ready, we’ll have a formal ceremony to mark the occasion. This works both ways, Alayna. You’re mine, but I’m yours too, and soon we’ll wear your marks as proof of that.”
She tipped her chin up defiantly. “I’m not really yours. You claimed me, but I haven’t given myself to you.”
Fuck, no. She was his ! “Bullshit. I’ve tasted your mouth, buried my cock in your body and heard you moan my name in pleasure. You wear my mark, and you are my chosen. You can say whatever you like, Alayna Grekov-Nielson, but I know the truth. You are mine, and you will be until the day you die. When you choose to accept that truth is up to you.” He released her hand to wrap his fingers around the thick braid of her hair, tugging her head down until she was close enough for his mouth to claim hers.
When she kissed him back, he nearly roared in triumph. She may not have said it, but this time she hadn’t fought him on it. “Mine,” he growled the word against her lips, his free hand gripping her hip to haul her across the seat and into his arms.
“Pushy bastard,” she snarled back, but her arms went around his neck, holding him as tightly as he was holding her.
“ Your pushy bastard,” he reminded her. Fuck, it was hard to think of anything right now but his nearly painful need to be inside her. Her soft body was pressed against his, and the ridge of his erection was rubbing along the seam of her pants, right over her pussy.
“Yours, mine, whatever. Just shut up and fuck me.”
“Here? Now?” He wanted to. Fuck, he was dying to have her, but he needed her to be sure.
She threw back her head and laughed. “Yes here. And damn right, now. You started this, ‘leet. Now finish it.” That was all he needed to hear.
“Then get those pants off, princess. Fast.”
Alayna wondered why it was that every time she spent more than five minutes in the company of her bonded, she ended up horny and naked. She’d never been ruled by her hormones before, but there was something about Nik and Colin that made her lose her mind…and her clothes. She toed off her boots and managed to wriggle partially out of her pants before Colin stepped in and took over. He skinned her pants down over her legs, tugging them over one of her feet before stepping back between her legs. He slid two fingers into her sopping pussy and groaned.
“You’re so wet already. Damn it, baby, you’re killing me here.” He moved his hand, easing his fingers into her channel and pressing the pad of his thumb down on her throbbing clit. Jagged bolts of lightning raced through her and Alayna didn’t even try to stifle her needy moans. It didn’t matter that it had only been a few hours since she’d been with Nik. She wanted Colin.
With his steel-gray eyes that saw so much and his lopsided grin that made her melt just a little bit every time she saw it. Stars, she needed him inside her with an intensity that should frighten her, but she refused to think about that right now. Instead, she reached for him, running her hands under his shirt to span his broad chest. She could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, and it amazed her that she could affect him so much. No one had ever made her feel the way these two did, like she was their every desire come to life.
She brushed her fingertips over the pebbled nubs of his nipples and Colin groaned, inspiring her to do it again. When he retaliated by flicking his thumb across her clitoris, she knew she’d found a chink in his armor. She pinched both nipples at the same time, rolling them between her fingers and she watched as a flush of color stained his cheeks right up to his ears. His
“Griz and I have a preliminary design, but now we’ll need to finalize it. And of course, you get to have a say too. Once it’s ready, we’ll have a formal ceremony to mark the occasion. This works both ways, Alayna. You’re mine, but I’m yours too, and soon we’ll wear your marks as proof of that.”
She tipped her chin up defiantly. “I’m not really yours. You claimed me, but I haven’t given myself to you.”
Fuck, no. She was his ! “Bullshit. I’ve tasted your mouth, buried my cock in your body and heard you moan my name in pleasure. You wear my mark, and you are my chosen. You can say whatever you like, Alayna Grekov-Nielson, but I know the truth. You are mine, and you will be until the day you die. When you choose to accept that truth is up to you.” He released her hand to wrap his fingers around the thick braid of her hair, tugging her head down until she was close enough for his mouth to claim hers.
When she kissed him back, he nearly roared in triumph. She may not have said it, but this time she hadn’t fought him on it. “Mine,” he growled the word against her lips, his free hand gripping her hip to haul her across the seat and into his arms.
“Pushy bastard,” she snarled back, but her arms went around his neck, holding him as tightly as he was holding her.
“ Your pushy bastard,” he reminded her. Fuck, it was hard to think of anything right now but his nearly painful need to be inside her. Her soft body was pressed against his, and the ridge of his erection was rubbing along the seam of her pants, right over her pussy.
“Yours, mine, whatever. Just shut up and fuck me.”
“Here? Now?” He wanted to. Fuck, he was dying to have her, but he needed her to be sure.
She threw back her head and laughed. “Yes here. And damn right, now. You started this, ‘leet. Now finish it.” That was all he needed to hear.
“Then get those pants off, princess. Fast.”
Alayna wondered why it was that every time she spent more than five minutes in the company of her bonded, she ended up horny and naked. She’d never been ruled by her hormones before, but there was something about Nik and Colin that made her lose her mind…and her clothes. She toed off her boots and managed to wriggle partially out of her pants before Colin stepped in and took over. He skinned her pants down over her legs, tugging them over one of her feet before stepping back between her legs. He slid two fingers into her sopping pussy and groaned.
“You’re so wet already. Damn it, baby, you’re killing me here.” He moved his hand, easing his fingers into her channel and pressing the pad of his thumb down on her throbbing clit. Jagged bolts of lightning raced through her and Alayna didn’t even try to stifle her needy moans. It didn’t matter that it had only been a few hours since she’d been with Nik. She wanted Colin.
With his steel-gray eyes that saw so much and his lopsided grin that made her melt just a little bit every time she saw it. Stars, she needed him inside her with an intensity that should frighten her, but she refused to think about that right now. Instead, she reached for him, running her hands under his shirt to span his broad chest. She could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, and it amazed her that she could affect him so much. No one had ever made her feel the way these two did, like she was their every desire come to life.
She brushed her fingertips over the pebbled nubs of his nipples and Colin groaned, inspiring her to do it again. When he retaliated by flicking his thumb across her clitoris, she knew she’d found a chink in his armor. She pinched both nipples at the same time, rolling them between her fingers and she watched as a flush of color stained his cheeks right up to his ears. His
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