Page 50 of His Mark

I kissed her harder, my teeth scraping her bottom lip, taking what was mine. Because she was mine. No matter how much she fought it, no matter how much she denied it, she was mine. After today, she wouldneverforget it.

“You feel that, Wildcat?” My voice sounded like I had gravel in my throat, my cock pressing hot and aching against her soft belly. “That’s all for you. That’s what happens when you mouth off to me, when you defy me, when you push me so fucking far that I have no choice but to put you back in your place.”

She mewled, her lashes fluttering, her body shuddering as I pressed against her, letting her feel every hard inch of me.

“You think I spanked you hard before, that I hurt you?” I murmured, dragging my mouth along the curve of her jaw, my teeth scraping the delicate skin. “Just wait until I breed you, little mate. Wait until I have you flat on your back, your legs spread, my knot buried so fucking deep inside you that you won’t be able to walk for days.”

Lia let out a soft, broken sound, her body shifting against me.

Gripping her jaw, I forced her to look at me. “I’m going to fuck you, Lia, until you’re dripping with my seed, until there’s no doubt in your pretty little head who you belong to.”

Her eyes darkened, and I felt her shaking.

And fuck…

She didn’t just like what I was saying to her, she fucking loved it. It was written all over her face.

I smirked, dragging my thumb along her bottom lip, pressing against it, feeling the way her heart was pounding in her chest.

“You’re going to take every single drop I give you, Wildcat. I’m gonna keep you so fucking full of my seed, your belly so swollen with my pups, you won’t ever think about defying me again.”

Lia whined, her body trembling, her nails scraping my shoulders, her thighs pressing together like she could somehow escape the throbbing ache between them, but she couldn’t; I wouldn’t let her.

I dragged my mouth along her neck, licking the water that dripped onto her shoulders from her hair, savoring the taste of her skin.

“You can keep pretending you don’t belong to me, little mate,” I murmured, “but your body already knows the truth.”

Her fingers kept digging into my shoulders, her nails biting, but she didn’t push me away. I let my lips trail lower, along the curve of her neck, down to the sensitive dip where my lips found her pulse beating wildly. I lingered there, inhaling deep, soaking in the intoxicating scent of her.

God, she smelled like temptation, like something I would never be able to let go of now that I had her.

“Silas, please!” she cried out.

Her voice was breathless, full of emotion, torn between frustration and desire, and I loved that. Loved that I had reduced her to this: writhing, flushed, desperate even though she didn’t want to be.

I chuckled, dark and knowing. “You sound nervous, Wildcat.”

“I am not?—”

I bit down gently on the soft skin of her neck, cutting her off. She arched against me, her body molding to mine.

“You should be,” I growled. Before she could do anything to stop me, I slipped my hand between her legs.

Her entire body froze, her breath stopped, and another groan rumbled from my chest.

Because she was wet.

So fucking wet.

I slid my fingers through her folds, and fuck, she was slick and hot, her thighs clenching around my hand.

“I’m not,” she breathed, her nails scraping my back, her head tilting back.

“Liar.”

I slid two fingers deep inside her, and she jolted against me, a strangled sound escaping her throat.

“Say it. Tell me that you want me,” I ordered, my voice a low rumble as my fingers curled into that magic spot, stretching her open and claiming every fucking inch of her.

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