Page 114 of Campfires & Canines
She reaches between us to grip my shaft. "When I say now, I mean now," she bites out between kisses, dragging her fingers down and back up. She’s stripping away my self-control, making me frantic.
I kiss her hard, her tongue diving into my mouth. With one hand against her ribs to hold her in place, I guide myself to her entrance. Her legs clench around me, pulling me closer. Our hearts beat together. Two souls fusing. Slowly, I push into her, watching her eyes flutter closed and her teeth pinch her bottom lip in ecstasy. She’s magnificent. As I fill her, she lets out a guttural moan that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
Placing a hand on my chest, she blinks at me with hazy eyes. "Mark me," she demands. Her throaty voice is intoxicating. "Claim me.”
I nod, unable to form a response other than to worship her body. The little sounds of pleasure I draw from her with each movement are the most erotic thing I've ever heard. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl. The choppy water crests over her breasts.
I slam into her harder, earning a gasp. Tension coils between us, almost unbearable. Hooking my hand under one soft thigh, I tilt her, pressing deeper. Her nails scrape my back, her hips rolling to meet mine. We are wild things among the trees where we belong.
My instincts are riding me hard, and I can’t wait any longer. She arches her neck to present herself to me, making me nearly come from the sight. Giving in to the pressure, I sink my fangs into the muscle where neck meets shoulder. This time there’s no fear, no doubt, no guilt, just a deep sense of devotion.
She cries out my name, her fingers digging into my skin. The flood of pleasure from our completed bond compounds the sweet feeling of her orgasm pulsing around me. I drive into her, the rush of my release extinguishing my thoughts. Mindless, I nip at her neck and catch her mouth for another scalding kiss.
She pants against me, her body pliant. We stay connected, the magic of the claiming buzzing between us.
"Wow," I blurt, my thoughts scattered.
She lets out a hoarse laugh. “That was unbelievable.” I smile against her skin.
We disentangle. Her eyes are glazed so I carry her to the shore. She clings to me, her wet body plastered to mine.
I gently set her on the rocky bank and wrap her in a towel. While I'm grabbing my towel, she runs her hand over the bite mark. Wiping off the blood, she reveals nearly healed marks underneath. Unlike her first set, which healed into nothingness, these are glistening, shining scars against her skin.
I can sense her emotions clearer now, more than the pack link. Her well-being is like a beacon inside my soul.
"Can you feel that?" I ask.
"What?" she asks shyly.
I grab our picnic basket and sit beside her. "How clear our connection is now."
"Maybe."
She rests between my bent legs, her back to my front, and we take turns feeding each other bites of meats and cheeses. I learn she prefers green grapes over red and salami over prosciutto - all these little mundane facts we missed and can now spend our lives discovering. I kiss her neck, adoring every piece of her I unravel.
Full and satisfied, I urge her into the tent and crawl in behind her. I've unrolled thick sleeping bags and zipped them together. We slide in and I pull her to my side. She drapes an arm and leg over me.
With a grin, I reach into the corner and grab a gift bag.
“What is that?” She giggles.
“Open it,” I urge her.
She props herself up and tugs the box out of the bag. She turns it over and gasps.
“Are you serious?”
“You deserve it,” I murmur.
She studies the box. It’s a digital DSLR camera I ordered it for her the first night we kissed. It was a stupid choice at the time, but now I can’t help but think somehow I knew she was mine.
“Thank you.” She leans over me and kisses me.
"You deserve everything. You are the most compassionate person I’ve ever known.” I press a kiss to her new claim mark. “I love you.”
She giggles and stops my compliments with another kiss. It's slow and languid, lips brushing against each other with no end in sight. I twist my fingers in her hair and she runs her hand down my neck, across my chest. I could do this with her forever.
Hazel
