Page 105 of Savage Games

"Mark me," she says, tilting her head to expose her neck as I continue to thrust in and out of her."Make me yours."

My wolf howls in triumph.

I pick up the pace again, driving into her with renewed purpose.As the pressure builds at the base of my spine, I lower my mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

"Mine."I growl against her skin.

And as my release tears through me, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her throat, completing the bond that's been pulling us together since the moment we met.

“Until my last breath, I am yours."

The taste of her blood floods my mouth, sweet and perfect.

Her arms tighten around me, holding me close as waves of pleasure crash over us both.Our heartbeats sync, our breathing matches, and for a moment, it feels like we're one person.The connection forms like a live wire between us.True mates.

My senses sharpen further, attuned specifically to her, her heartbeat, her scent, the subtle changes in her body temperature.My wolf recognizes her on a cellular level now, our bodies chemically altered by the claiming.

“Shit.”She curses as she comes again.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbles as her channel convulses around me, her arousal flooding between her thighs.

She shifts in my arms, and I’m confused for a second until she rolls us, her thighs straddling mine, and then lunges for my neck, pinning my arms to my sides as she bites me hard.

“Naomi,” I shout, eyes rolling into the back of my head, instantly coming again, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside her as I buck and writhe underneath her.

Her teeth pierce my skin, and the pleasure-pain of it is indescribable.My mate is no demure wolf.She's fierce and powerful, staking her claim as decisively as I took mine.

Pride surges through me, along with a rush of pure love so intense, it steals my breath.

Her desire and pleasure slams into me, the mating bond snapping into place immediately.Through the bond, I feel everything, her joy, her relief, her love, as clearly as if they were my own emotions.It’s staggering and humbling.

When it's over, I pull her to me and roll us to our side, careful not to crush her with my weight.

She immediately curls into me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest as her breathing calms, and the flush fades from her cheeks and her clammy skin.

For a long time, we just lie there, holding each other, coming to terms with the enormity of what we've done.The mating bond between us pulses steadily, new but already unbreakable.

"You're not getting rid of me, ever," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughs softly."Good.That's exactly what I wanted."

"We're family now," I murmur.

I imagine what we might build together.A place where wolves can be accepted for who they are.A proper home, not just territory.As she drifts toward sleep, nestled safe against me, I make a silent promise to whatever gods might be listening.

Anyone who tries to hurt her will pay dearly.And that includes Brad.

His reckoning is coming.But for now, I hold my mate in my arms and let everything else fade away.

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Naomi

The world feels quiet now.

Not just outside, like the quiet of the forest after a heavy rain, but the world inside my head.Ever since I followed my sister to her new pack, suspicious things weren’t going as well with her new mating, and I don’t think I was ever completely at ease.

Until now.Until Wyatt.

My wolf is curled up in contentment, stretched warm and soft in the back of my head.She’s happy and relaxed at long last.

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