Page 59 of Ravenous

“Yes,” she moaned, rolling her hips up to meet mine. “Please, Wes.”

Fuck.

I was a goner.

She was killing me. I held her by the nape to keep from driving her head into the headboard as I drilled into her.

“Yes…yes!” she screamed.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My wolf was beyond ready. I had to have her. Had to claim her as mine. Forever.

“Come for me, honey,” I growled.

“Yes! Okay!” she cried.

I plunged deep and came, spilling hot ribbons of cum into her.

She obeyed my command, her muscles clenching around my dick, spasming in her glorious release. Each squeeze milked my dick for more cum. Each tremor pumped more up from my balls.

The instinct to sink my teeth deep into her flesh blinded me, but I held back. She was human–she would certainly scar from this and possibly be seriously injured if I wasn’t careful.

As both of us neared the end of the orgasm, I rocked slowly in and out to wring more pleasure from her. “Where do you want it?”

She looked confused at first, still dazed from the orgasm.

“May I bite you?”

She held my gaze and nodded, mouth open like she was turned on. She pointed at her breast.

I cupped it. “Here?”

“Yes.”

My cock lengthened inside her. I had to twist to get my head to her breast, but I did it.

Careful–careful!I warned my wolf.

Just a little nip. My four canines framed the top outer edge of her breast and sank in, piercing the flesh. I came again, shuddering with the intense pleasure of marking my mate.

Joy had cried out, and I stopped myself before I went too deep, very gently easing my teeth from her flesh to keep from tearing her delicate tissues.

I pulled out, suddenly horrified at the thought of her pain. I licked the wounds because my saliva would promote her healing. I looked up her body and met her gaze. “Are you okay? Fuck. I’m so sorry, how bad does it hurt?”

Joy’s face was flushed, her eyes glassy. She reached a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit.

I watched, entranced by my beautiful mate bringing herself to a third orgasm. Even though blood trickled from the puncture wounds in her breast, she didn’t appear to be in agony.

She was experiencing pleasure–same as I had.

As she rubbed between her legs and then gasped, hips lifting from the bed, I watched and took a mental picture, wanting to save this incredible moment in my memory banks forever.

When I was sure I had it, I pushed her fingers away and lowered my head. If my mate wanted more pleasure, I was sure as hell going to deliver it.

All night long.

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JOY

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