My Estranged Lover (Middlemarch Shifters Book 5) by Shelley Munro Page B

this night ever since we decided to come to the Mackenzie.”
    “We could have made love earlier.”
    “We could have, but I wanted to woo you.”
    She reached up and yanked both his ears. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
    “Ouch, woman. I thought I proved to you when we almost made love that I wanted you. Every time I think of you my dick goes hard.” He kissed her again, his tongue surging against hers. “Touch me.”
    “Where?”
    “Everywhere. Anywhere.”
    “Need your hands on me. God, you drive me crazy, kitten. It’s always been you. Only you.” He cupped her breasts while still kissing her, his weight pushing her into the mattress. Then, he pulled away. “Let me take you from behind, kitten. I want to touch your breasts and have easy access to your clit while I drive into your pussy.”
    He’d always told her what he wanted to do to her, his constant talking making her so hot and desperate.
    “Anything you want,” she whispered. “I want you inside me.”
    He helped her into position—on her hands and knees. A sharp pain on one buttock had her starting and looking over her shoulder. “Did you bite my butt?”
    “Yes. I like your backside, almost as much as the front.”
    That was another thing about Marsh. When they made love he left marks all over her. It never hurt at the time, but she ended up bruised and tingling. Well-loved too.
    “You ready for me to fuck you?” His voice sounded deeper, hoarse.
    “Bring it.”
    She heard his bark of laughter, then his cock nudged her entrance. He pushed into her with one easy thrust, his shaft going deep. She gasped, and he stilled.
    “Okay.”
    “Yes.”
    “Thank god,” she thought she heard him say, but then his busy hands distracted her, as did the surge and retreat of his cock. He upped the pace, one hand holding her in place while the other stroked her clit. His warm breath feathered across the base of her neck. She moaned, the combination of his touch and his cock doing it for her. Tingles of excitement fluttered to life, and she whimpered, this going much quicker than she’d expected. Her channel flexed around his cock and Marsh bit the fleshy pad at the base of her neck. Pain speared her, then the pleasure counteracted it.
    Marsh gave a guttural groan, and his tongue flickered over the spot where he’d bitten her His hips moved in a frenzy, then he stilled, embedded in her flesh. Minute contractions told her he’d orgasmed. His tongue licked the same spot on her neck over and over, and each lash of his tongue made her vagina tighten around his shaft, a tiny drill of pleasure thrilling her.
    Marsh lifted his head and pulled from her body. He turned her over and drew her into his arms, his fingers stroking that same spot. “I love you, kitten. I always have and I always will. Never forget that. Never,” he added fiercely.
    Fatigue settled in as he held her. “Love you too,” she whispered, and that was the last thing she remembered before she fell asleep.
    He’d marked her, bitten her in the feline manner, connected them as mates. Marsh stroked the tiny ridge of flesh and turned his head a fraction to study the site. It no longer bled since the enzymes in his saliva would speed healing. Regret, no, guilt surfaced. He should have told her before he marked her, claimed her as his, yet pride and satisfaction also coursed through his veins. He’d lacked control. Not only had he fucked her good and hard, tired her out, he’d lost control of his feline for a while there. Sharp claws had formed beneath his fingernails, forcing their way into prominence. Canines had made his speech deeper and the only thoughts pounding through his mind had been to take her.
    Possess her.
    Own her.
    Mark her.
    While the human part of him hadn’t wanted her to fall pregnant, his feline had screamed in his mind, wanting another tie of belonging, so she could never leave them.
    Hell. His breath whooshed out, and he dragged his free hand over his face. A