Page 42 of Plus-Size Sold Mate
He’s on me immediately, kissing back up my body with renewed fervor as if watching me hit that tipping point triggered something wild in him. When he reaches my neck and mouths on my skin, he groans.
“Can I mark you?” Luke asks, voice rough from nothing short of unbridled need. “Please…”
The words make me pause, with just enough clarity to consider their meaning. It wouldn’t be just a bite, but a mating mark. A sign to the rest of the pack that I’ve been claimed, and anyone who dares to challenge it will face his wrath.
A voice in the back of my head is telling me no. To refuse and stop this before it goes any further.
But with him above me like this, fresh off my first orgasm from him and wanting another, I can’t deny how it makes me want him even more.
“Yes,” I say, not recognizing my voice, almost like the piece of me that’s tied to him through our connection has taken over. My fingers move to the nape of his neck while I hold his gaze.
Through the daze of his lust, I catch a similar flicker of clarity in him. “You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“I need you tomean it, mean it,” he reiterates, lips hovering above mine like he wants to give in, but knows he needs to use his head first. “This is something I can’t take back.”
“I mean it,” I tell him, grip tightening just enough to get my point across. Taking in his features, the sight of him alone is enough to set every nerve on fire. “I want it.”
Luke hesitates just long enough to give me a glimpse of the man still living inside the beast that wants to take over, but when he realizes I’m serious, he gives in.
With a hand on my thigh, he hikes it around his hip as he leans closer, lips claiming mine with such ferocity that everything in me melts. The agonizing heat that comes with being this close to him, and feeling just how weak he is for this, makes every potential consequence fade away. Every reason I have to hate him dissolves, and I find myself in a state I’ve never known.
He breathes a bit harder once he breaks the kiss, almost reluctantly, but with instinct bolstering him now, Luke grinds against me, making us both bite back our groans.
“I need you,” he murmurs against my cheek, deftly reaching between us until I feel him nudge against my heat. He shudders as the feeling, then moves to my neck.
My skin prickles with anticipation all the while his lips brush along my neck, pausing at my pulse point. My breath catches at the warm, wet feeling of his tongue against it, senses sent into overdrive.
Knowing he could bite at any moment puts me on edge, but at the same time, I just want him to do it. I want him to give in and give us both the pleasure that comes with it.
Luke pulls in a deep breath, drawing in my scent as he moves a bit lower. His breath fans against the junction between my neck and shoulder. “You smell so damn good to me…”
Then, without warning, his teeth sink in just enough to break skin, and my breath catches. At the same time, his hips jerk forward, taking me.
Pain scatters through my neck and shoulder in a hot flash before it eases into a surprising rush of pleasure as he sinks all the way inside me. They meld together, and without hesitation, the bond flares in a new way. It crashes into me, stoking something so blinding in me that I’m crying out before I even register it fully.
Luke groans against my skin, teeth withdrawing as he licks at the wound. A tremor punches through him, making him falter before regaining his bearings. He takes a shaky breath as he brushes open-mouthed kisses against my shoulder and neck.
“Fuck, Sera,” he utters, voice rough now as he slowly starts to move.
My back arches from the couch when a brutal wave of ecstasy hits me again and again, knocking the breath right from my lungs. The moans fall from my lips before I can stop them, pinned and left with no choice but to take everything he gives me. No part of me even wants him to stop.
“That’s it,” Luke murmurs, hunger evident all the while he kisses my neck and gradually builds the rhythm a bit faster. He bites back a moan of his own and focuses on his thrusts. “You’re taking me so well.”
His words make me dizzy, paired with the fresh bite, and regardless of every breath I take, the space feels so much hotter than it had been. My thighs part further as my arms wind around him, needing to hold on, and needing to be as close as physically possible.
A satisfied growl moves through him, and Luke takes that as his sign to move faster.
Each time he fills me again, it’s even more overwhelming than the last, and by now, I don’t care about anything but the pleasure and the release we’re moving toward.
Something in me wants to stay lucid and in control, but the longer he indulges us in everything we’ve been resisting, the less I care.
Luke thrusts with such precision and incredible focus on guiding me through this with him, hitting every perfect place inside me as if he had known me forever. As if he is so intimately aware of me that he’s almost programmed to give me this.
When my thighs start to tremble, and I grip him harder, he murmurs against my neck, “Don’t hold back on me…let go.”
He says it like he knows just how close I am, even before I do, and somehow, he does.
