Page 56 of Locke

“Locke, there’s people–” She gazed around the room and saw we were alone.

Her words died on her lips as I reached for her tight shorts and ripped them apart. Suddenly, she felt exposed and tried to cover herself. I swatted her hand away.

“Never,” I let my growl consume the empty room, and she stared at me with wide eyes. “Never cover yourself. This body is a fucking temple, and I am here to repent of my sins.”

Her body stiffened. “I am no saint, Locke.”

I laughed. “Didn’t say you were. None of us are. I said you were a church and, didn’t you know, all churches are supposed to be full of sinners?” Her lips parted and I brushed my damp ones against them. “So, let me fill you up, Princess.”

I pressed my lips to hers, slowly and sensually. Just enough to let those thoughts sink in. Because I was going to take her, I was going to fuck her senseless, and I would not be soft about it.

I’d waited too long—far too long—for a mate. Fuck the traditions I’ve read, we couldn’t damn well do them now like I wanted. Not when time was short

Emm was mine and I’d take what I wanted. She was there, naked; fucking bare for me.

Fuck, it was going to be hard not to knot her.

I lifted my mate into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her fingers delved into my hair when I pinned her to the boxing ring pole. Thankfully, it was double-padded because she was going to fucking need it.

My cock was fucking dripping. I felt the wetness on the front of my sweats. Moans into my mouth distracted me as I fumbled with the tie on the front.

“You’re mine, Emm. I don’t care what you say after this,” I mumbled into her mouth. “Once it’s in, that’s it.”

She hummed in agreement; I don’t think she cared what I said, not that it mattered at this point. She was mine, like it or not.

I pulled my cock out of my sweats, rubbing my hand down my shaft and felt the bars with my fingertips.

My Prince Albert was covered in pre-come and my Jacob’s Ladder was ready to be soaked. I tapped the tip against the wetfolds of her pussy. She stiffened her legs around me and opened her eyes to see me; wild with desire.

“That’s a b—” she breathed.

There was no way out of this. I could feel her shaking as she stared back at me, but I didn’t show any weakness. The moment had finally arrived, and there was no turning back. I reached down and guided my throbbing erection to her entrance, pushing it forward with full force.

She gasped and buried her face in my neck, her nails digging into my skin. I could feel her pussy muscles tightening around my thick cock, gripping it like a vice. My heart raced as I thrust deeper into her, feeling her warmth enveloping me. We were truly becoming one, our bond strengthening with each thrust.

“Emm,” I whispered into her ear, “you’re mine, now. There’s no going back.”

She leaned her head back as I buried my cock into her. My hand snaked up between her breasts and wrapped around her neck. I gave her a gentle squeeze, my wolf prowling forward. He wanted to push our knot deep inside, but the human part of me—we just couldn’t yet. Not when she didn’t know.

But he didn’t get that message.

He forced himself forward and squeezed our hand around her neck, to let her know he would never let her go. I expected some push-back. My mate was her own woman, she’d lived alone for years and taken care of herself. I expected her to thrash and fight, but do you know what my luna did?

She smiled.

She ran her hand up my arm as I slid my piercingcovered dick in and out of her body. Her hand squeezed over mine, having it go tighter.

“I like it a little rough,” she moaned, so I squeezed a little tighter.

My cock twitched and I pumped my cock harder into her body, hearing the groans of the pole against my thrusts.

Her eyes locked onto mine and her lips parted in anticipation. The room filled with our ragged breaths, the sound of skin slapping and the scent of passion and desire. I could feel my wolf bristling at the edge of my consciousness, eager to mark her, but I held it back for now.

I couldn’t, not yet.

I thrust harder, the pace increasing as Emm’s hips met mine, her body eager for more. I could feel the wetness that coated her folds growing, a testament to her arousal. My hand tightened around her neck, a silent reminder that she was mine, and I would never let her go.

I watched her face, her eyes locked on mine, her lips parted in a silent plea for more. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling with my own. I could feel the tension building, the pressure of our impending climaxes threatening to consume us.

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