Page 115 of Faerie Hunted

“I’m too impatient to let you control the situation, Tavi.” He sounded breathless as he toyed with my nipples and amped up the need until I was wild with it.

In a surprise move, Mike threw me off of him. I had no chance to yelp before he spun me around, my stomach on the bed and my ass in the air. He yanked me backward until I collided with him and he kissed the back of my neck.

Bit me.

Hard.

Oh, god. The dominance in the gesture drove me out of my mind and I was spinning, flying, as he dragged his teeth down my shoulder toward my spine.

“I’ve been researching,” he said softly. I felt every word on my skin. “Werewolves. How shifters show their affection.”

He gripped me by the waist and lifted my ass higher into the air before grabbing my neck. Holding me in place and angling his cock against me. My thighs were parted as far as they would go and he stroked himself along my center.

Mike laughed darkly. “I’ll remember this forever.”

Panting heavily, I shivered as Mike dropped over me, holding me down and grinding the tip of his cock against me without sliding forward.

“You’re mine, Tavi. You've always been mine.” The possessiveness in his tone struck me before he claimed me with a powerful thrust forward.

The shock of the fullness almost took my breath away. The hard length filled me to the brink and I cried out as he pulled free. Mike surged forward again and I wanted to reach for him, to touch him the way I knew he wanted to be touched, but he kept me in place.

My wolf loved it.

He kept up a punishing pace. I managed to turn my head to take him in, the golden glow of the lamplight on the line of his chest and the length of him moving in and out of me.

My body tightened as I watched him.

“Mine,” he growled.

A piece of me broke at that word. I belonged to him. In whatever way he wanted, for whatever time we had left.

“Yours, Mike,” I agreed.

He owned my body, my heart, my soul.

He’d never been the one to take the lead before. My cinnamon roll. A sweet man who would one day lead his people, but I’d never pictured him as the one with the crown on his head. No longer in his father’s shadow.

Tonight, with him filling me, pounding deeper with every thrust, I saw it. I saw the hunger in his eyes and his barely constrained need. I growled and the air in the room went electric.

I wasn’t done with him yet.

His grip on my neck was unyielding and I rocked back to meet his thrusts. But it wasn’t in me to submit without a fight. Not even with my blood poisoning.

I reversed our positions again, moaning as I drove forward and he slipped out of me.

“Tavi, what the hell?” He was magnificent, kneeling there, his skin slicked in sweat.

I wanted to be on top. Even as I shivered, as I gasped at the sight and rolled my tongue around my dry mouth, I wanted more. If we only had tonight, then I planned to make the most of it.

My breasts tingled as I maneuvered him onto his back yet again. Hungry, I rose above him, my legs on either side of his hips. I grabbed the base of his cock and angled him before impaling myself.

“Shit.”

His hissed curse left me burning with pleasure so intense that for a second I wasn’t able to breathe. I gave him no time before I moved, circling my hips around him and using the headboard for leverage. My wolf rose inside of me and for the first time in a long time, we were powerful. We were in control and we were loved.

If I were ever to have a mate, it would be Mike.

The fae prince stared up at me, his hands on my waist as he lifted me and thrust upward. We were merciless with each other.

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