Page 139 of Dream Weaver

“Let me…” I broke off a kiss long enough to unclasp her bra. Maybe not the best idea, because I got a little distracted, kneading, kissing, and nipping her soft flesh.

Best distraction ever, it could be argued, but a distraction, nonetheless.

A good thing one of us was goal-oriented.

“Here,” Abby panted minutes later, guiding my hand to her core. “I need you here. And I need that mating bite. Now.”

She wasn’t kidding, and I was totally on board with that plan. Still, I did my best to throw on the brakes a little.

“A mating bite is a little like blacksmithing,” I mumbled, rolling away her panties.

“How?” she growled, kicking them off her ankles and feet.

“You need to lay the groundwork first.”

“Layis the only part of that sentence I like—” she started, then broke into a cry of delight as I touched down.

I circled my hand around, then…um…heated up the forge.

Abby arched as I probed and rotated, letting out another cry and another…

A damn good thing we had the house to ourselves.

While I worked her, she worked me, gripping my shaft and stroking up and down.

She moaned, tapping my back the same way she gave the anvil a few warm-up taps at work. A cue, of sorts. At work, that meant I should ready my sledgehammer and prepare to pound.

In bed, it meant… Well, pretty much the same thing.

She wrapped her legs around me, drawing me in deep. We settled into a steady rhythm, with her inner clenches timed to meet my powerful thrusts. The decibel level was a lot like work, too, except with heavy groans and sharp cries instead of metallic blows.

“Wait…” Abby panted.

I stopped so fast, it hurt. “Not good?”

“Very good,” she assured me. “But this would be even better…”

She pushed me back and rolled to her stomach, taking up…whatever we’d decided that position was called. The one with her on her belly with her rear raised and me on all fours behind her. Lazy dog?

My bear scoffed.I’ll show you lazy…

“Oh…” she breathed as I slid back home.

We picked up right where we left off, moving at a steady, perfectly matched pace.

But the longer we went, the more my control crumbled. My canines extended, and I scraped them along the side of her throat.

“Yes…” Abby bucked under me.

Instinct led me to the right spot, and I bit down — hard — and exploded inside her.

Abby let out a long, low moan. Or maybe a loud one. Hard to tell, because my bear drowned her out with a roar.

Mine! Mine! Mine!

The words echoed in a higher, feminine note in my mind. Because as surely as I was claiming Abby, she was claiming me.

Shocks of ecstasy racked my body. I held on, anchored deep in both places — teeth and core — while our essences mingled, forging an eternal bond.

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