Page 101 of Wolf's Bane
Slowly—painfully slow—he pulled back and pressed forward again, filling her. Stretching her.
His toes elongated into claws, shredding the bed linens and digging into the mattress. Vaguely he was aware of feathers and stuffing that kicked up as he gained momentum for his forward thrusts.
Every nerve sang with desire and delight.
Claws erupted from his fingers. Rather than mark her delicate flesh, he wrapped one arm around her torso and the other in her hair. He pulled back, holding her flush against him as he continued to pump into her.
“Page 72,” he growled in her ear, nipping at the lobe.
She answered in a throaty moan.
Sweat rolled down his back. Close under the surface, the beast rumbled, still wanting more.
Alek flipped Solenne to her back. She squeaked in surprise but allowed herself to be positioned. With her knees pressed down until she was nearly folded in half, her feet hooked over his shoulders. He pumped into her, hard and relentless. The bed groaned in protest, but all he could hear was the synchronous rhythm of their hearts.
Solenne moaned his name and words of love, her feet kicking his back.
He gripped the headboard, letting it support his weight. The wood creaked and splintered as claws popped. He dug in harder, pushed harder, losing himself in her hot velvet embrace.
Pleasure coiled at the base of his spine, warning of his approaching climax. His fangs dropped, and he felt the razor-sharp teeth against his tongue.
The beast wanted to bite, to mark her smooth shoulders and leave evidence of his claim. The thought of her sweet blood made his mouth water. The beast did not care about the risk of contagion, it only hungered.
Alek rolled to his back, taking Solenne with him until she sat astride. Her eyes went wide, then her head fell back in a gloriously soulful moan. She rocked back and forth, finding the motion to please herself best. Watching her move, moonlight caressing her curves, was everything.
His hips bucked up, driving into her. She shuddered, then fell forward, her hands splayed on his chest. Her channel gripped him tight even as it spasmed around his cock.
Desperately close to his release, he grabbed a fist of her hair and wrapped it around his wrist. Her head jerked to the side, exposing the slender column of her throat. He snapped and snarled at the sight.
His mate.
“Alek!” Her limbs trembled and a look of bliss washed over her.
So lovely.
He lunged forward, jaws sinking into the thick length of hair held taut. His teeth chewed against the strands and the clean scent of her lemon and honey soap filled his nose. His hips pushed upwards, surging deep inside her, and he emptied his release.
Silence, except for the pounding of his heart and their ragged breaths.
Carefully, he untangled her hair from his claws. It fell in a curtain, the silken strands brushing against him. Her lips, swollen and red, twitched into a smile.
For the first time, his beast purred in contentment.
Solenne
“You bit my hair. Alek, what?”
He threw his arm over his face and groaned. “Better your hair than you.” He lifted the arm to peek at the splintered wood of the ruined headboard. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all, but myhair?”
“Solenne,” he said in a gruff voice that she knew was a teasing tone.
The bed collapsed, sending up a plume of feathers and fluff.
Alek’s eyes went wide as feathers slowly drifted down like snow.
“That’s Mrs. Hardwick to you,” she said, without missing a beat. Pressing her lips together, she did her best to resist breaking into laughter.
