Page 56 of His Mark

“So beautiful, Wildcat,” I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss between her breasts.

Her breath shuddered, her lashes fluttering deliriously.

“You were made for this, weren’t you, little mate?” I asked, sliding a hand down her torso, feeling the way her stomach quivered, feeling the slight curve to her belly where she was still full of me. “Made to take my cock. Made to be fucked and filled and bred.”

She whined, turning her head slightly, her thighs tensing, her pussy muscles pulsing around my knot.

I smirked, leaning in, nipping at her earlobe. “I’m going to do it again, my little mate,” I murmured, trailing soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck, across the top swell of her breasts.

Lia shivered from head to toe.

I groaned, my cock throbbing, my knot swelling just a little more.

God, this woman would be the death of me.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me breed you, Wildcat?”

Lia’s eyes were still closed, her face turned away, but she nodded.

A smile curled the corner of my mouth.

“Good.”

CHAPTER12

Lia

Silas didn’t leave my side for hours, and God, he wasn’t lying when he said he would fuck my defiance right out of me.

He was insatiable.

He fucked me all throughthe morning and into the early afternoon.When his knot finally went down, he rolled off me and pulled me close, letting his hands roam over my body, stroking me, petting me, his lips kissing their way across my skin.

Then, when he was ready, he flipped me onto my back, pinned my wrists above my head, and took me again.

And again.

And again.

All.

Day.

Long.

He fucked me until I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even remember how to form a coherent thought, until all I could do was lie there, pinned beneath him, taking every inch and every last drop.

Until my only thoughts were yes, please, Alpha, more.

His knot swelled, locking us together, and he groaned, his hips jerking, his fingers biting into my skin, his body tensing above me. I felt the rush of heat, the surge of seed spilling into me again, so deep and hot and thick.

“I’ll never want to fuckallyour feistiness away, little mate, just your poutiness,” he teased.

After his knot subsided, I moaned against him as he dragged his cock up and down my pussy, teasing my sensitive clit and my sore entrance, before sliding into me one more time.

By the time the moon was high in the sky, we were both completely spent, lying tangled in a mess of sheets and blankets, sweaty and exhausted. Silas was propped up against the headboard, and I was draped across his lap, his hand tangled in my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp.

I was sore. Sore and used and sticky.

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