Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I gave her a circular motion to grind over her clit and reach every nerve ending inside for deep stimulation. Her eyes widened. Breath shortened into little panting gasps.
“Sam… Sam!”
“That’s it, Sparks. Who makes you come?”
“Oh, God!” she mewled. “You do!” Her nails scored my ass as she followed my rhythm, hips undulating to take me at every delicious angle of my helicopter.
Mark her. Mark her. Mark her.
“Clio,” I gasped, losing the reins on my wolf.
“I’m ready.” She must understand. Must see that I was in the throes of it.
My snarl of satisfaction filled the room. My balls drew up tight. I pumped into her a few more times and then shoved deep, filling her with my cum. Claiming her pussy just as I was about to claim and mark her.
She bucked beneath me, her orgasm squeezing around my dick, milking it for every drop.
Mine!
My wolf pounced. I barely had the wherewithal to hold back. To force my jaws not to snap down and sink my canines all the way into her shoulder. I stopped myself before they got too deep, covering Clio’s mouth to muffle her scream.
My wolf was in ecstasy.
My mate was human, though. Fragile.
Fuck, I hoped I hadn’t hurt her too much!
I held her still, so I could gently extricate my fangs and lick the wounds closed as I stroked her cheek and temple to soothe away the shock. My saliva had healing properties that would help her wounds heal faster, but I knew it had to hurt her.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath. That was the singular most amazing moment of my life. “Are you okay?”
Clio’s eyes were big, her pupils small, but she nodded quickly. “I’m okay.” Her voice was soft.
I kissed her nose. Her temple. Her forehead. Both cheeks. “I love you. Thank you for accepting my mark,” I whispered.
She shivered a little–probably from the shock–and I pulled her close.
“Does it hurt?”
She curled into me. “No. It feels wonderful,” she mumbled.
“It does?” I smiled. She was high on my serum that marked her.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Well in that case…” I stared into her beautiful blue eyes. “Give me that mouth of yours.” I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her like I meant it. With all my claim on her. With every promise.
“I love you, Sam,” she whispered when I finally let her up for air. “It feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.”
Goosebumps raised on my arms. She felt the hand of Fate, same as I did. “Me too.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you from the start. What if…” Her eyes filled with tears.
I gathered her against me. “Clio, baby…”
“What if I’d never let you in? What if you’d taken my no for an answer?”
I grinned. “I never would’ve stopped pursuing you, Sparks. You giving in to me was inevitable.”
She cradled my cheek, her expression soft with love. “Cocky as ever.”
“I call it brazen.”
She smiled. “I can’t wait to spend my whole life with you.”
I laughed. “You can’t wait?”
She shook her head.
I brushed her hair back from her face and smoothed it behind her ear. “Good thing because you don’t have to. You’re already mine.”
Epilogue
CLIO
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“Is that a bulldozer or an excavator?” JT cried, tumbling out of my car after releasing himself from his booster seat. I’d driven him out to Sam’s property where Sam and his packmate, Rand, were leveling the dirt for the concrete footing for our ranch house to be poured.
Rand waved at me from the other end of the footing lines. He had a construction company, and Sam had worked out a killer deal with him to build our house. He pretty much offered to give us all materials at cost, and half price on his labor if Sam worked alongside him. At least a half dozen of the young men in the pack had also volunteered to help, and Sam thought we’d have the house fully enclosed by January.
“It’s an excavator.” I stooped down to zip JT’s jacket. The air had a bite to it now as we headed into October.
“Can I drive it?” His eyes stared at the big piece of machinery with glee.
“I don’t know, bud. Let’s go ask Sam.”
“Sam! Sam! Can I ride with you?” JT raced out in front of the excavator.
I sucked in a breath to yell at him to stay back, but Sam had already cut the engine and was climbing down to pick JT up and toss him in the air.
Sam looked over at me and winked. “Hey, beautiful.” To JT, he said, “I’m so glad you’re here. I need your help. You wanna steer the excavator?”
“Yeah! Yeah!” JT cried.
“Climb on here with me, then. You take the controls.” Sam put JT on his lap and started the big machine up again, sending a quick grin over his shoulder at me.