muscle in her body went limp except those sheathing him now, because that was all that mattered.
Kyle pushed up into her, and it was like he’d take her to the stars. Once, twice, lifting her gently, then urging her back down in ever harder jerks.
“Stef…” He broke off whatever he was going to say and clamped his hands over her hips. The world tilted as he lifted and turned them both, putting her back on the ground. When they bottomed out, he pushed so deep, she cried out at the searing pleasure-pain.
Kyle threw his head back and savored whatever it was she managed to make him feel. Needed? Wanted? Or maybe just on fire?
“You like that.” It was her turn to steal that line.
The golden sparks rocketing in his eyes said,
Fuck yes, I do.
Then he fell into a rhythm he might have kept up forever. The couple of other men she’d slept with would have been long spent by now, snoring or lumbering off to the bathroom, but he was only now building to a climax.
The ground beneath her was cool; everything above was a pure, raging heat, and she arched into it. His eyes glowed as he pushed again and again. Stef wanted to stretch this exquisite high out forever, but the beast within was clawing, begging for more.
Yes, yes, yes!
She couldn’t have him fast enough, hard enough, deep enough, and she cried for more until he was hammering hard. A wave built inside, one she was desperate to hold back yet eager to release. Then she was rocking wildly, crying out when the crest broke inside. A second later, Kyle grunted and a slick inner heat engulfed her. For a moment, they paused, eyes locked; then she closed her eyes on an aftershock and clamped over him one last time. Kyle gave a choking groan and pushed back, lifting her into one final, roaring high. Then they were both limp and panting, their bodies one in the night.
“Jesus, Stef…”
Yeah, he liked it all right,
her inner voice said with a grin.
She closed her eyes to the surrounding scrub, the vastness of the desert, the glorious night sky. To everything but the feeling of belonging. Here. Now. With him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mate. My mate.
Kyle heard the words ring in his mind. They took on shape and weight, growing to an insistent chorus of voices that rose as one from the land.
He swore he could feel her heart beat in exact time with his.
Mate,
sang the alto of the stars.
Mate,
boomed the low bass of the hills. He imagined a wolf spirit emerging from a hollow and urging him to mark her, promising if he would, everything would be all right. Everything would fit, these scattered jigsaw pieces of his life.
He pushed back her hair, stroking her neck, and Jesus, she purred. That was him, doing that to her. That was a thrill completely unlike the hangover feeling of being with a woman who didn’t see who he really was. This was Stef, and her eyes promised him that the useless punching bag of a kid was different. Special.
Maybe even worthy.
Mate!
His wolf honed in on the exact spot on her neck.
Right there,
instinct said,
just beside the pulse in the hollow under her chin.
Right there was his ticket to escape. Hers, too, because his bite would bond them forever and sever Ron’s tenuous hold.
He had heard about mating bites for as long as he’d been in the pack, and it always sounded so risky, so gory. Now, it seemed easy. One jaw there, the other there, and a gentle push. A squeeze to maintain the seal on her artery and keep her safe while his system imprinted the essence of her. Then he’d withdraw so slowly that the wound would heal on the spot.
It didn’t seem scary. It seemed just right.
He leaned in, sniffing the spot, then warmed it with his tongue as his canines started to extend. Stef’s inner wolf gave a barely audible moan.
Take me. Have me, my mate.
He was just readying for the bite when an owl hooted, and the sound stopped him cold.
Why the hell are you stopping?
his wolf shouted in his mind.
Her wolf might want
Kyle pushed up into her, and it was like he’d take her to the stars. Once, twice, lifting her gently, then urging her back down in ever harder jerks.
“Stef…” He broke off whatever he was going to say and clamped his hands over her hips. The world tilted as he lifted and turned them both, putting her back on the ground. When they bottomed out, he pushed so deep, she cried out at the searing pleasure-pain.
Kyle threw his head back and savored whatever it was she managed to make him feel. Needed? Wanted? Or maybe just on fire?
“You like that.” It was her turn to steal that line.
The golden sparks rocketing in his eyes said,
Fuck yes, I do.
Then he fell into a rhythm he might have kept up forever. The couple of other men she’d slept with would have been long spent by now, snoring or lumbering off to the bathroom, but he was only now building to a climax.
The ground beneath her was cool; everything above was a pure, raging heat, and she arched into it. His eyes glowed as he pushed again and again. Stef wanted to stretch this exquisite high out forever, but the beast within was clawing, begging for more.
Yes, yes, yes!
She couldn’t have him fast enough, hard enough, deep enough, and she cried for more until he was hammering hard. A wave built inside, one she was desperate to hold back yet eager to release. Then she was rocking wildly, crying out when the crest broke inside. A second later, Kyle grunted and a slick inner heat engulfed her. For a moment, they paused, eyes locked; then she closed her eyes on an aftershock and clamped over him one last time. Kyle gave a choking groan and pushed back, lifting her into one final, roaring high. Then they were both limp and panting, their bodies one in the night.
“Jesus, Stef…”
Yeah, he liked it all right,
her inner voice said with a grin.
She closed her eyes to the surrounding scrub, the vastness of the desert, the glorious night sky. To everything but the feeling of belonging. Here. Now. With him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mate. My mate.
Kyle heard the words ring in his mind. They took on shape and weight, growing to an insistent chorus of voices that rose as one from the land.
He swore he could feel her heart beat in exact time with his.
Mate,
sang the alto of the stars.
Mate,
boomed the low bass of the hills. He imagined a wolf spirit emerging from a hollow and urging him to mark her, promising if he would, everything would be all right. Everything would fit, these scattered jigsaw pieces of his life.
He pushed back her hair, stroking her neck, and Jesus, she purred. That was him, doing that to her. That was a thrill completely unlike the hangover feeling of being with a woman who didn’t see who he really was. This was Stef, and her eyes promised him that the useless punching bag of a kid was different. Special.
Maybe even worthy.
Mate!
His wolf honed in on the exact spot on her neck.
Right there,
instinct said,
just beside the pulse in the hollow under her chin.
Right there was his ticket to escape. Hers, too, because his bite would bond them forever and sever Ron’s tenuous hold.
He had heard about mating bites for as long as he’d been in the pack, and it always sounded so risky, so gory. Now, it seemed easy. One jaw there, the other there, and a gentle push. A squeeze to maintain the seal on her artery and keep her safe while his system imprinted the essence of her. Then he’d withdraw so slowly that the wound would heal on the spot.
It didn’t seem scary. It seemed just right.
He leaned in, sniffing the spot, then warmed it with his tongue as his canines started to extend. Stef’s inner wolf gave a barely audible moan.
Take me. Have me, my mate.
He was just readying for the bite when an owl hooted, and the sound stopped him cold.
Why the hell are you stopping?
his wolf shouted in his mind.
Her wolf might want
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