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Hisshonawas impatient, she pushed back taking him deeper and faster than he’d intended. That earned her another slap on her cheek. He knew she liked the sting, could tell by the way her pussy clenched around him.

He could scent her arousal spike and he growled wickedly. His little mate liked it when he spanked her. Like his finger in her ass and his cock in her pussy. That was good, he thought as he slapped her ass again, her pussy and anus clenching around him once more, eliciting a groan from both of them. He liked it too.

“Mine,shona. You are mine,” Reg growled and moved.

He played with her ass some more, loving her squirms, before withdrawing. Later, he would take her there later, he growled and collapsed forward, caging her in on all sides. He needed both hands for this.

The time for going slow was over. Reg withdrew from her heat and slammed forward. Harder, faster, deeper. He pounded into her furiously, bringing them both to greater heights than he’d ever reached.

“Mine,” he repeated, and reached round to find her hard, swollen clit.

“Yours,” she echoed, working with him, fighting for release.

Reg’s fangs descended. He strummed the nubbin with his forefinger and roared as her pussy squeezed his cock even tighter. He could not hold back any longer.

“Gonna mark you,” he growled.

“Yes,” she returned, her gaze holding his as he struck through her skin with his sharp fangs.

Teeth slicing through the skin on the back of her shoulder, Reg drank down her life’s force. He scored her hips with his claws too, but he was careful not to mar the beautiful tattoo that graced his mate’s luscious curves. His orgasm ripped through him, as their mate bond wrapped around them.

Reg held nothing back. He just kept fucking her as he spilled his seed deep inside her womb. Gretchen’s orgasm raced through her, but his sweet shona still turned her head. Mashing her lips to his, he hissed loudly when she nudged his face aside and latched onto his shoulder, biting him with her own sharp fangs.

Oh sweet fuck, she was marking him as her own!

Reg’s orgasm grew and grew until he thought he would die from it. So much pleasure, he never thought it was possible.

They were both hoarse from roaring by the time they collapsed onto the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside her sweet pussy. They lay in a sweaty and sticky tangle, boneless and completely sated, neither one of them could move.

Still, he could not stop the grin from spreading across his face, even as he sucked in air greedily. He couldn’t help it. She’d marked him. Really marked him good judging from the sting. Reg was too damn tired, to turn his head and look.

She’d claimed him as her own for all the world to see, and he had never been happier in his whole life. His Tiger roared with pride even as his cock continued to pulse.

He was insatiable for her. A marrow deep satisfaction coursed through him. Whatever this had been, too impulsive, too soon again, it didn’t matter because it felt right. Primal and raw, their sex had been life changing.

He was whole and complete. Why shouldn’t he be? He was well and truly claimed by his mate.

And wasn’t that a-fucking-mazing?

Reg’s chest vibrated with the strength of his purr as she sighed against the arms he had wrapped around her. Pure bliss echoed through him, filling the room with warmth and the heady scent of their mating sex.

He could spend forever wrapped around her, he thought, and happily too, tending to her every need and want. He’d give her lifetimes if she let him.

“Mine,” he whispered once more as he fell asleep like that, balls deep inside his mate.

It was the only place he ever wanted to be, he thought as the spring sun peeked through the blinds, warming their satiated bodies.

Mate.

ChapterEighteen

Gretchen grinned at her last client, a wonderfully blunt elderly woman who’d wanted her to dye the tips of her short hair bright pink for her grandbaby’s fourth birthday.

“Maia wants a fairy princess party, and I told her I would be ready for it. She is gonna love this,” Mrs. Sanchez said, and patted Gretchen’s hand affectionately.

“I just bet she will Mrs. Sanchez,” Gretchen told the woman as she put the last finishing touches on her new do.

She watched the clock anxiously as she wrote up the bill. Tara, a teenaged girl she’d hired to work the reception desk on the weekends, rang her up while Gretchen walked over to the window.

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