Page 99 of Taming of a Wolf

I grin. “Only for my Alpha.”

“Do not touch yourself,” he growls and grabs my wrist, stilling my hand. “The only one to make you come tonight will be your Alpha. Am I clear?”

I squirm, trying to free myself. “Then less talking and more doing.”

Anders brings his lips to my sternum, then licks and kisses a trail down my body, inch by inch. He sucks on one nipple, encasing it in his hot, attentive mouth, then pinches the other so hard I gasp like I’ve been electrified. He goes lower, nipping my hip bone. My cock twitches and throbs with anticipation. When Anders’s hot breath hits the sensitive head of my cock, my hips jerk. He grabs a vial off the blanket and coats his fingers with the oil inside.

“Open for me,” he commands, and I obey, spreading my legs wide for him. “Good.” A shiver runs through me as those dark eyes take in every exposed inch of my skin. Just knowing he’s seeing me, every piece and part, makes me pant and tremble.

“Fuck, I need you,” I whimper.

He leans down and claims my lips, long and sweet, until we’re both breathless. “You have me,” he whispers, “all of me.”

His finger presses in. Just the tip, but I moan as my body opens to him like he never left. He swirls his finger, crooking it,and I writhe beneath him. I roll my hips, and he slides deeper into my body, up to the third knuckle, as deep as he can go.

Anders breaks the kiss, panting. “Gods, you are so perfect.”

Another of his fingers presses in, and I can’t hold back my cry. More. I need more. I needhim. Need him to fuck me, fill me, come inside me.

Slowly, Anders pumps his fingers in and out of me. His breaths come short and fast, and I realize it’s because he’s as turned on as I am just from pleasuring me. I pull him down, and our lips meet, stifling our gasps and groans as he massages my prostate and strokes my inner walls. My toes curl, my balls tightening.

“Anders,” I snarl. “Now. Hurry.”

Anders pulls his fingers out and douses them with oil. He gives his cock a few quick strokes, his knot already quite swollen. This won’t last long, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m his and he’s mine.

Suddenly, Anders hauls me into his lap. I straddle him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, curling my fingers in his hair. Our breaths mingle, foreheads touching. When our eyes meet, my heart nearly bursts in two. I crush my lips to his, pouring as much tenderness and love into the kiss as I can. Then I lower my hips and he’s there, right where I need him, filling me just the way I crave.

Growling, Anders seizes my hips and grips hard enough to bruise as he bucks into me, setting a desperate rhythm that unhinges me. I drop my hips, taking him deep, hard, fast, and the sounds we make fill the forest around us. “Close,” Anders says breathlessly, snapping his hips up into me. His knot fills me so intensely I almost come then and there before it pops back out. “You want it, don’t you, pet? Want my knot? Want to be tied to me as I fill your tight hole with my seed? Want my fangs in your skin as I claim you?”

“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, Anders! All of it. Please. Make me yours.”

“Then hold on. Now.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and Anders seizes my hips and holds me in place. With a hoarse snarl, he pounds into me so hard and fast my eyes roll back and I lose the ability to speak. It’s perfect. Everything I needed. He always knows how to give me what I crave.

Anders lets out a guttural animal noise as his knot locks inside me at last. Then his fangs are in my skin, biting down as he climaxes. I howl my pleasure and pain as my fangs elongate and my hands sprout claws. Panting, Anders looks up at me, eyes wide, mouth tinged with red. He’s gorgeous in all his wildness, and he’smine. So close to the edge of my own release, I bounce up and down on him, making us both moan when his knot tugs at my rim.

“Claim me, love,” Anders pants against my lips. “Possess me, body and soul.”

His words detonate me, and I come messily between our bodies. I lunge, piercing his neck with my fangs. His blood fills my mouth, the taste surprisingly sweet, and something locks into place deep within my chest. If I had any doubts, they’re nothing but dust now.

I’ve claimed the man I love. He’s mine, and nothing but death can separate us.

Gasping, we lie together beneath the stars. Anders gazes at me like he’s truly seeing me for the first time. “My berserker, he’s finally at peace,” Anders whispers as he thumbs away my tears. His eyes are bright and wet. “Gods. Why did I ever hold back?”

Sensing his regret starting to build, I take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I forgive you, Anders.”

“I’m not perfect. I’ll probably make more mistakes. There’s still so much to learn about your world.”

“That’s okay. Neither am I. I’ll forgive those too. Here, now. I don’t need perfect. Just you.”

Anders exhales softly, lacing our fingers together. “I’ll try, Jamie. I want a place in your world, with you.”

“So will I. I’ll talk to someone about all the guilt and grief I’m still carrying around. We’ll work on ourselves. Work in the shop together. It will be great.”

A smile bursts across Anders’s face like the sun through dark storm clouds. “There’s nothing I would love more, pet.”

Anders yanks me into a kiss, right where I want to be.

Neither of us is perfect. We’ve got our scars. That’s okay. With Anders by my side, I’m confident we can face anything that comes our way.

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