Page 91 of Rocky Top

The bed creaked beneath us. I stripped off my tank top, and he growled low in his throat, like he couldn’t believe I was real.

“I’m damn sure,” I breathed. “Mark me, Rocky. Whatever that means, whatever this bond is. I want it.”

His pupils blew wide, and for a second, I swore I saw the wolf flash in his eyes.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Birdie.”

“Yes, I do,” I whispered, my voice shaking but sure. “I want all of you. Even the parts that growl.”

“Your marked. Whether you wanted it or not. But you’ve not been claimed.” His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing.

“What’s the difference?”

“I can mark anyone. But laying claim to a mate involves more than sinking my teeth in. Gotta sink something else in at the same time.”

I bit my lip. I knew what he meant. “You’re going to bite me again?”

“You say the word, I’ll stop.”

“Don’t you dare,” I gasped, pressing a finger to his lips. “I don’t care if you’re a wolf. I don’t care if the club’s full of secrets. I’m tired of running from the truth. Running from you.”

“Because you belong to me? You felt it even before?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

He stared at me like he wasseeing a miracle.

And then he kissed me.

Hard.

Hungry.

Like he’d been starving for years, and I was his first damn meal.

“Slow,” I whispered, breathless. “I want to remember all of this.”

Reverent, his lips trailed down my neck. “I’ll go slow. I’ll go sweet at first. Then, I’ll ruin you nice and proper.”

Clothes vanished like they never mattered.

Seeing Rocky’s cock didn’t disappoint. It was thick and proud, already ready, glistening at the tip. I hesitated, my throat going dry at the sight of him. His dick was all raw power and barely leashed control. Like him, a primal beast barely contained within a man's form. I reached out tentatively, wrapping my fingers around his length, feeling the pulsing veins beneath his smooth, hot skin.

He growled from deep within his chest, barring his teeth.

“You're playing with fire, Birdie,” he rasped, his voice strained as I began to move my hand slowly up and down.

Every word was punctuated by his cock twitching ever so slightly, making it seem even larger than before which shouldn’t be possible.

“Now, be a good girl and put that pretty mouth of yours to use,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. “You wanna suck this wolf’s dick?”

I leaned down tentatively swirling my tongue around his head, licking away an errant drip before drawing him in.

“That's it, Birdie,” he groaned, his hands fisting the sheets as I took him deeper into my mouth. “Let me feel that hot little throat of yours. Fuck, you look so hot with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

His words sent heat pooling between my thighs. I moaned against him, the vibration drawing out a harsh curse from his lips and compelling Rocky to thrust slowly upwards. His hands found their way to tangle into my messy hair. He tugged me off him.

“I can’t wait to get inside you.” He explained, flipping us slow, careful, like I was made of glass, but I could feel the restraint in him trembling.

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