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He never relinquished his hold on her hips, preventing any escape as his fingers dug into her soft flesh. She could easily imagine evidence of his hard use would be found in bruises come morning. He grunted and groaned as he took his pleasure from her, ensuring she received hers as well.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Mine.”

She pushed back against the wall, thrusting her lower body back. It wasn’t clear to her if she was trying to dislodge him or take him deeper, but it resulted in his stroking becoming even more primitive and frenzied.

Simone was surprised by the power of the orgasm that flashed over her—intoxicating, liberating, empowering—as well as the ferocity and fever that followed behind it. She barely had time to recover before her body began striving toward another pinnacle of pleasure that she had never imagined. Her entire body and soul responded to his primal mating. No part of her being remained untouched, and she knew only Mischa could give her what she needed. She would never be complete without him.

She screamed his name as another powerful orgasm shook her to her very core. Her sheath pulsed in rhythm to the pounding of her blood. As she collapsed against the wall, she realized he was no longer moving, and she hadn’t felt the rush of warm cum bathing her pussy.

Had she not pleased him? Had he not taken as much pleasure from her as he had given to her? As deeply buried in her as he was, she knew there was no logic to that thinking. His cock was still fully engorged and felt as hard as stone. Behind that, just outside of the core to her being, she could feel what she knew was an alpha’s knot pulsing as it pressed against her opening.

“Mischa?” she managed to whimper.

“I’m not done with you mate—not by a long shot.”

CHAPTER11

MISCHA

He had taken men’s lives and not felt the rush of power he felt as Simone came alive under his touch and then capitulated to his lovemaking. The raw, feral energy he felt in conquering his mate was addictive, and he reveled in it. He knew he should stop or at least take the few last strokes it would take to push him over the edge, so that a final stroke would bury him completely and he could empty his seed into her.

The swollen knot at the base of his cock pulsed, reminding him he could be deeper within her still. The primitive instinct to knot and tie his mate to him as he marked her as his was unrelenting and rode him harder than any other instinct or desire he’d ever had.

“Mischa?” she whispered with desperation.

He chuckled, a tinge of malevolence in the sound, as he nuzzled her neck. He knew what it was she wanted. She may have climaxed, but she hadn’t felt the rush of his cum. “You will only find your complete satisfaction once I have sent my seed deep inside you. It is said that a child born of a knot will achieve great things.”

Slowly he withdrew and Simone growled in frustration and unmet need. Spinning her around, he fused his mouth to hers, tongue surging deep to tangle and dance with hers. One hand tangled in her mane as the other slid down her body, cupping and squeezing one cheek of her glorious ass before lifting her leg so that it rested on his hip, allowing him to step closer to her. His cock was still fully erect, the knot swollen and painful at its base.

Sweeping her up in his arms, he thought at first to carry her to the bed in her room before finishing what he’d started—to mark and claim her as his. When he was done with her this night and allowed her to sleep, none would dare to dispute it, not even Simone. Midway to the bed he paused; he thought reason had perhaps returned. He was wrong. It wasn’t reason that reared its ugly head, but primitive instinct surging to the forefront, making him forget anything but a primal need to mark her as his so that none could dispute his claim.

He turned and headed out the door of her bedroom, carrying her down the hall to his chambers, marked by a set of double doors. She struggled within his arms, either not wanting to be seen in such a compromising position or because instinctively she knew what awaited her in his bed. He strode through the doorway, pausing only long enough to kick the doors shut behind him.

“Mischa, no,” she said, renewing her struggles.

“Yes,” he growled.

Every feral instinct had come to the fore and taken over. He was only one step away from his dire wolf, and the wall between them felt flimsy and frail. Mischa embraced the power that lay within his inner beast.

He tossed her on his bed, staring down at her body that was flushed with her orgasms, and her sex that glistened with her unrelenting need. Never had anything looked so innocent and yet so seductive and beautiful. Her sensuality was an integral part of her being, and he wondered how long she had hidden that part of her. He quickly stripped so that he was as naked as she was. She stared at him with pleading eyes. Those were not the eyes of someone who wanted him to be done with her. No, those were the eyes of a woman who longed to be claimed by her fated mate, and Mischa did not intend to disappoint her.

Mischa knew she was somewhat inexperienced, and he needed to get a handle on his completely feral need to cover her body with his own, breach her with his knot and sink his teeth into her neck, marking her as his own in this lifetime and in anticipation of the next.

He slid onto the bed, moving down her body and spreading her legs. Leaning down he covered her sex with his mouth, nuzzling her labia and swirling his tongue around her clit until her hands were clenching the bedsheets as she squirmed. Her body was flushed and soft, and he could smell her increasing arousal.

She would be ready soon. He would have her senses so inflamed that all she would recall of this night would be the way he set her spirit free to soar among the clouds. Her scent was so enticing it nearly undid all of his control and sent him into a frenzy. Settling himself between her thighs, he began feasting on her honey like a man long denied any sustenance at all. Over and over, he speared her with his tongue, rolling it to drive deep and flattening it out so he could lap up her essence.

“Mischa,” she cried as her body arched up, shaking and going rigid before it relaxed and fell back into the mattress.

Now she was ready for him. He crawled up from between her legs, his cock hard and rampant and the knot pulsing and increasing in size and strength, reminding him he was an alpha male and his need to knot, tie, and mark his mate was almost overpowering. He covered her body with his, his mouth coming down on hers with an intense need as he slid his hands beneath her, holding her tightly.

The head of his cock moved between her lower lips, sliding back and forth and bathing itself in the essence of her need. Holding her tightly, he gave a violent thrust, joining them together and forcing his knot to breach her, making her scream into his mouth as he settled in her, the knot swelling until she was sealed to him.

Simone clung to his body, her legs intertwined with his and her nails digging into the flesh of his back as she tightened around him. Her body seized in another orgasm. Mischa began to rock within her, the knot preventing him from withdrawing and driving back into her. Instead, he used short, hard thrusts to move within her. She writhed in his grasp as he rocked her relentlessly.

He had never known such ecstasy.

Mischa wanted nothing more than to stay suspended in this time and place with her forever, but the need to complete the claiming was riding him hard. Instinct and need warred with practicality and understanding.

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