Page 99 of Black Moon

He rode me hard and fast, rocking me farther onto the bed with every thrust until only the tips of my toes touched the floor.

That didn’t deter him. When I was too high up, he lifted me and shoved me higher, following with a spearing thrust of his dick that left me gasping.

My legs were bent under me, my body his to use, when I felt him lean down, his heated chest warming my back.

“Want you,” he rasped in my ear.

I turned my head. “Yours, Alpha. I’m yours.”

His growl had me shivering, warmth drawing my heavy balls up toward my body, even before his teeth sank into my neck. I cried out his name, arching into his bite, his cock, his touch.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.

He exploded inside me, his cock pulsing, thickening. Even wider. So much more.

“So good. So good to me, Alpha.”

His knot tugged at my rim when he pulled out. He thrust back inside. My vision sparked white. I was so fucking full it felt like I’d shake and shatter there on the spot, but I didn’t. I took every inch of him as he buried himself inside me.

My ass clenched on his cock, keeping him from pulling out again, tight and spasming on the blunt intrusion as his knot swelled inside of me. He spread me wide and left me shaking on the mattress, gasping for air in crumpled bed sheets.

Heat pumped into me, spilling from his broad dick into my trembling body. Even then, Linden didn’t lose his head. He reached under me and grabbed my cock, stroking hard and fast.

I came on his knot, writhing between the dual pleasure of it deep in my ass and his fingers curled around me as I spilled all over his hand and the bed under me.

We stayed like that for long minutes, Linden’s heavy body pressing into me from behind as I wiggled against the mattress. He kept his hand on me even after I came, and I pushed into his touch, ignoring my sensitive, overheated skin. It was too much, and it’d never, ever be enough.

Finally, with one deep, shaking breath, Linden pulled back. His cock slipped out of my stretched hole and I shrank from the chill feeling of losing him.

He didn’t leave me alone for long, but fell to the side and pulled me over into his arms, wanting me close but not wanting to suffocate me against the mattress.

I thought I might never move again. That was fine, so long as I could stay draped halfway over my mate, the warm, steady fall of his breath beneath my arm, my leg tangled up in his.

I felt warm and full and safe—not exactly sentiments I’d ever associated with hanging around alphas, but Linden was special. He was wonderful. And he was completely mine.

Well, except he wasn’t going to abandon the pack, but neither was I. They were mine too, and for Linden and for everyone else, I wanted to help see them well and happy.

God, falling into this place was like falling into a fairy tale. It made me all gushy and sweet and I couldn’t even get mad about it.

I so wanted to be annoyed. But since I wasn’t, I hummed and nuzzled into the hollow below Linden’s collarbone, burying as deep in his warmth as I could get.

His breathing was so slow and steady, I thought he’d come and fallen asleep. When he made a sound, I gave a little start.

“I want you to mark me,” he said softly, his gentle hand sweeping up my back and down my spine again in long, soothing strokes.

I pushed up on my arm, tracing my fingers through the blond hair on his chest, and scowled. “You do?”

His smile then was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. There were laugh lines at the corners of his mouth. The scruff on his strong chin only made him more handsome. It scratched against my skin when I leaned down to kiss his soft lips.

“Of course I do,” he said between kisses. “I love you. I’m yours.”

Any other alpha would have had to follow that up with how I also belonged to him, but Linden didn’t require that. He didn’t demand it, so for the first time ever, I was happy to give myself to someone entirely.

It wasn’t uncommon for omegas to mark their alpha mates. Once upon a time, back when I’d been writing listicles instead of real news, I’d written a piece on ten reasons why mates should mark each other. If I’d thought for one second Linden would deny me a mark, I wouldn’t be in bed with him, the shape of his teeth scarring over on my neck.

But I had expected to ask. He’d say yes, of course, because so long as the request was reasonable, Linden would always try to give people what they needed.

I just hadn’t expected him to bring it up without prompting.

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