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“Your eyes are glowing,” she whispered when I lifted my head. “Is that the wolf?”

I stroked her cheek, amazed at how silky soft it felt. “Yeah, darlin’. Did you, ah, read my letter about… marking? The way a wolf takes his mate?”

Her glasses were crooked on her face, and I reached to carefully take them off.

“I read it.”

“You want a baby, we’ll give it to you. But my wolf wants to claim you. Right now. On our mating bed. Besides filling you with my cum, it also means puncturing your skin. It’s forever, darlin’.”

She raised her arms to lift her shirt, and I stood back up to give her room. She got the shirt up and off and cupped her breasts through her bra. “I want to be claimed,” she purred. “I want your cum in me. I wantyou.”

“Are you sure?” I asked again, helping her strip off her bra next. It was one thing to have consent to fuck, another entirely to mate.

Perhaps she had a wolf in her because she all but pounced up to her knees and grabbed my dick. Her mouth was over the flared head and licking off all the pre-cum.

“Fuck!” I shouted, my hands instinctively going to her head.

She gave me a strong suck, then pulled off, looked up at me.

“I’m sure.”

Jesus fuck! My wolf roared. I stripped in seconds, then dove on top of her, kissing the hell out of her mouth. My teeth were already descending. My vision had sharpened.

The change in her was remarkable. Before, she’d surrendered to my sexual advances. Her body had been responsive, her passion deep and her kink was definitely wild, but she’d been unsure of me. Of us. Now, she’d come into her power.

“You finally believe me,” I said, nudging her knees apart and settling into the space between. My cock slid over her wet folds, coating it.

“About what?” She rolled her hips in eagerness.

“About how fucking sexy I find you. How beautiful. How incredible. I don’t give a shit about Karen or any other woman. Human or shifter. Now or ever. Got me?”

“Yes.”

I dropped down on top of her and kissed her mouth again. My rigid cock found her entrance without my hand to guide it. I rocked gently and—fuck!— it inched in. My eyes rolled back in my head at the exquisite feel of taking her bare. The tight clench of her pussy, how her sticky arousal coated the head of my dick, how my pre-cum was already beginning to mark her. From now on, any shifter would scent me all over her. My teeth came down again.

She felt so good, and I only had the tip in. I was thrusting before I meant to even move, claiming her so hard the bed slammed against the log wall. Fuck—I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Yes, Boyd,” she encouraged, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder.”

Fates, if she kept it up, I’d lose my mind before we even got started. I’d blow my load before she got off.

Speaking of mind—I needed to concentrate. Except it was getting harder and harder. My hips had found a delicious rhythm rocking in and out of her, stroking inside her tight channel with the most satisfying thrusts. The wet sounds of my dick fucking her pussy filled the air.

“Where… where do you want it?” I panted, trying hard to stay focused.

Her blurry eyes looked up at me and she frowned. “It’s in me.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “My bite, darlin’. You tell me where it should go, so it’s not so bad for you.”

In the letters, I mentioned the mating bite, about what Rob and I had discussed about making it safe for her. I told her as a doctor, she would know best where I should leave my mark.

“Oh, the bite?” She lifted her shoulder, let it drop. “Right here, in my deltoid. That should be safest.”

I closed my eyes and nodded, trying to keep my cool. This was the moment, like saying vows when getting married. I’d dreamed of this, hoped for it, but never expected I’d find my mate. That she’d love me back, give me everything, including a baby. A pup.

I brought my thumb to her clit. I’d bite her during her climax, hoping it would minimize the pain. She liked it rough, and I had to hope maybe it might even make it hotter for her. I wouldn’t bite her again, but I’d sure as fuck know if she were into playing with the whole pleasure in pain thing in the future. Spanking that juicy ass of hers had been pure heaven. She’d loved it, dripped down her thighs from it.

She was holding back, though, watching me. When I flicked an eyebrow, she panted, “I want to come when you do.”