Page 26 of Wild

The bed slammed against the wall. Colton growled as he pounded into me, our flesh slapping. He’d been so attentive, so focused on every nuance of my body. Now, he was lost. He had no rhythm or cadence to the hard pounding, only driving himself to the pleasure he’d been missing out on as well.

I gripped the pillow and had to wonder if I’d rip it, if feathers would fly around us.

I needed everything he could give. Last night had been wild. This… carnal. He’d proven that I was at his mercy, that only he could make my body writhe and sweat, come like never before. I saw stars. When he rolled his hips and ground down on my clit, I came once more, this time almost painful in the bliss.

And yet, in less than a minute, he thrust deep and growled, his head tucking into my neck as he came. I felt it, hot and never ending, filling me. He hadn’t spoken once he got inside me, except for one word.

Mine, he’d said. Over and over. And now, with his breathing ragged against my neck, he said it again. Our skin was slick and stuck together. My pussy was over-sensitive. His weight pinned me to his childhood bed. This time, when he said the word, it was with a snarl. “Mine.”

I believed him. I was ruined for all others. I could never be like this with anyone else. I couldn’t let go as I had. I couldn’t trust in such a way.

When I finally released the pillow and stroked over his heated back, his teeth grazed along my neck, his tongue licking at the skin there.

I thought he’d soften and pull out, but he didn’t. Within a minute, he pushed up onto his hands, loomed over me and began to rock into me again.

“I’m not done with you, little one.” With those words, he pulled out while holding the base of the condom, then sitting back on his heels, slipped it off, grabbed a tissue from the dresser and disposed of it. He grabbed another from his pants, put it on. How many did he carry on him?

“Again? Now?”

“Again. Now.”

I moaned, not sure if I could die from too much good sex.

He moved his hips, slower now, more leisurely. “The scent of fucking… it’s all over you.”

“I don’t think I can come again,” I admitted.

“You can. You will.”

And I did.

8

COLTON

I fuckedmy mate into exhaustion. Only when she was asleep in my bed, naked and marked with my scent, did I leave her. I showered, dressed in fresh clothes, then shut the door behind her to track down my brothers.

She may have been muffled with her t-shirt, but Marina couldn’t be quiet if she tried. That made my wolf howl because a mate shouldn’t have to be quiet while getting eaten out. She should scream her pleasure. Anytime. All the time.

Everyone on the ranch but Audrey was a shifter, and we had incredible hearing. They may not have heard Marina, but they definitely heard me. I didn’t hold back once I’d gotten inside her. I couldn’t have even if someone held a gun to my head. I’d probably have to fix the drywall later, but it had been worth it. No male shifter who’d heard us would seek her attention. Marina was mine. My scent was all over her.

The second time I fucked her, I’d pulled the condom off and spilled all over her breasts and belly to mark her as mine. I couldn’t bite her and claim her yet as I wanted. Fuck, did I want to sink my teeth into her sweet flesh. My wolf was pissed I hadn’t yet. Didn’t understand why I was waiting because we were so close to the full moon. The scent of her, the taste of her had my teeth elongating to do just that. I hadn’t spent over a decade in the military without an iron will. I’d had to use it with Marina.

She might’ve surprised the fuck out of me downstairs, but I had a bigger fucking surprise in store for her. Before I mated and marked her, I had to tell her what I was, that not just me, but everyone on the ranch were shifters. Audrey hadn’t told her, that was for fucking sure.

Yeah, Marina had a mate, not just a man in her life. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just bite her and be done with it. She thought I was heading back to base, to pick up my weapon and head out on the next tour. I’d outright told her I was going back.

She was twenty-fucking-one years old. She had her whole life ahead of her. College. When I was her age, I'd already finished my first tour and seen shit I’d never forget. Hell, based on the way she’d responded, she’d barely fucked.

With my wolf hearing, I knew Rob was in his office. I went down the front stairs, took a right and went into the space that had belonged to my dad.

Rob looked up from his work at the big desk. “I’m surprised you’re conscious.”

I used to sit across from my dad while he worked—in the spot where Rob was now—listening to his conversations as I built Legos. I knew I wasn’t ever going to be alpha, not with Rob being older, but I’d always liked to hear how my father dealt with issues and problems. I liked to think I used those skills when dealing with my soldiers under my command.

He smirked and sat back in his chair.

“She’s mine,” I snarled.