Page 129 of Untamed

He is my mate. He is essential to me. I know that he is one ofhers. One of the moon's favored sons. Mactiir. The hunter in the dark who betrays the forest by hunting the wild wolves for the moon.

Even her mate may try to kill her, Anya. She needs to be hard. Harder than any pack wolf. A killer. A survivor.

I shiver at the memory. Father thought that my mate would want to kill me. I'm sure of it. Why? "Am I wrong, Mactiir?Bad; dreadful, awful, worthless, rubbish, unacceptable..."

"No." His voice is horror-struck. "No,Qitsuk, shh," Mactiir rumbles comfortingly, his large hand stroking my back. "Why are you asking me this? You're none of those things. You're my Bliss."

"You and I are not the same," I whisper to him.

"Shh, Qitsuk, shh, my mate." He rolls us, me on my back, my legs cradling him. "You aren't meant to be just like me, yea?" His hot, hard knobby-stick prods my secret place. I open for him, wanting this, wanting him. "You're my mate. My partner, my soul's half, not a mirror of me."

I wonder if I can just keep him here forever. "Please?" I plead softly as I rub myself on him. I need this. I need him.

"You're not slick enough," he mutters to me when I whine, squirming under him. "Let me lick you a bit, yea?"

I growl and wrap my legs around his waist, canting my hips. I don't care if he hurts me. Mactiir won't ever hurt me on purpose. I know that. Father was wrong about my mate. "I want you, now. Ineedyou."

With a soft groan, he slides into me. It does sting, just a bit. I'm sore, and apparently, my secret place is just like any other muscle. Yesterday... or earlier today... was the first time I used those muscles, so of course, they hurt.

"Just a little cum, yea?" he grunts. "Just a bit to fall asleep?"

I turn my head, so my lips are next to his ear, "I want it all."

He groans and sinks deeper. Our mouths find each other, the kiss tangling our tongues just as much as our secret places.

Can it be a secret place if he showed everyone all day long?

He breaks the kiss to chuckle warmly. I love the sound. "I heard that. Don't like your male nude in front of everyone, huh?"

I frown up at him, and his smile fades a bit. "When you Mark me, you will see some of my thoughts, too, kitten."

He sees my thoughts?!

He laughs again, uproariously, his head thrown back and teeth gleaming white in the dim light of the bedroom. The motion of his laughter makes him sink into me more, and I forget to be mad at him. With a strangled groan, his laughter cuts off. "Shit, you feel so damn good, kitten."

I wriggle my hips, the soft, wet sounds of our bodies letting him know, in case he missed it, that I'm ready for him to move. With another mild curse, Mactiir obeys my silent command. "You're topping from the bottom, kitten," he tells me through his pants. "May have to tie you up again," he whispers.

The thought of him chaining me up again, controlling my body, having all say, makes mehot. It makes me mad, too. Maybe I should tie him up and use his body the way I want to.

"Ahh, shit," he grunts and rolls us again so that I'm on top, riding him the way I rode my beast earlier. It makes Mactiir swell in me as he grins. "Go ahead, beautiful cat. Ride your male."

I whimper at the feeling of him going even deeper. I move my hips, loving the sensations that are creeping up on me, extinguishing all of the soreness from my body.

Large hands cup my hips, helping me, keeping me steady, keeping me moving. It's not enough. The feeling starts to fade, and I whimper, begging Mactiir with my eyes.

He moves so fast. Suddenly, my face is buried in the covers, my bottom tilted high in the air. Mactiir enters me from behind, and I moan at the feeling. The lovely sensation comes back like a bear crashing through the woods. "Mactiir," I whine.

"Let it come, kitten. Come," he demands.

I scream into the ugly white sheets, my claws ripping at the fabric.

"Fuck, you're beautiful." He growls, and his body shakes, his knobby stick driving deep in me and twitching. We stay, panting, glued to each other with sweat.

Gently, Mactiir withdraws as I wince. "Sorry," he mumbles. Drawing me into his arms, he kisses the top of my head, returning us to the position we were in before.

Soft tiptoes and deep murmurs let me know that Blue-Eyes just snuck into the room. "Here, In,"

A straw is slipped between my lips. "Drink, Bliss," Mactiir croons. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until the tangy liquid hits my tongue. I gulp eagerly, not even bothering to open my eyes. It's not until the very last sips that I gasp, eyes flaring wide.

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