Page 63 of Feral

Why was he still punishing me? I needed to come. I needed to feel him thicken and hold himself deep. Coat me in his cum. Bite me on the neck. Make me scream and feel like I was his, would always be.

“Willow.”

Yes! It felt so good to have him calling my name. The right name this time. He was right there with me. Me!

“Please,” I begged again. “Please, I need to come.”

“Oh fates,” he shouted, releasing my wrists to grasp my nape instead, to hold me immobile, so he could get deeper. Harder.

His thrusts were violent. Wild. Rough.

Perfect.

I screamed.

He roared.

And then he pushed me flat on my belly and sank deep, his hot cum filling my channel as his teeth sank deep into my shoulder.

It didn’t hurt. I registered the bite as pleasure. Deep, deep, pleasure.

My orgasm crested, and my legs flailed beneath him, ass squeezed tight, pussy clenched around his girth. I milked his cock of all its cum, moaning and sobbing my release as he filled me.

“Willow?” Rob murmured. His tongue stroked over the wounds in my shoulder. “Willow, angel. Are you okay?”

“Mmm.” I couldn’t speak, only smiled into the bed, satisfied. Not just physically but mentally too. I was right where I belonged, with Rob and as his mate.

“Willow? Talk to me.” He eased out and turned me onto my back beneath him.

I gave him a lazy smile. “I’m perfect,” I mumbled. “You’ve ruined me for all my toys.”

A slow, cocky grin spread across his handsome face. “Yes, you are, angel. You’re more than perfect.” He stroked his thumb down my cheek. “And now you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I agreed. I was. There was nothing between us any longer. No secrets.

“As for those toys, oh, we’ll play with them. But you need to come, you find me, and I’ll take care of you. Fingers, mouth, dick. I’m full service.”

His gaze dropped to my spread thighs, to his cum I could feel slipping from me.

“I like the sound of that.”

His face grew serious, as if he suddenly considered the consequences of his action. “Are you okay with this, Willow?” He kept calling me by name as if testing the sound of it on his tongue. “What about the DEA? You don’t have to worry about money, or a job, but I want you happy. Fulfilled.”

I made my eyes wider. “Looks like you’re moving to Phoenix!”

He went still, like he was considering it.

I smiled at the way he was even sparing a thought about the concept. “I’m kidding. You can’t leave your ranch or your pack.”

He relaxed.

“I want to stay here with you. Montana is where I grew up. I might not have tons of happy memories about my childhood, but this place… calls to me. I belong here on this land. With you. But having you means I get an entire pack, too. Will they accept me?” I pushed up on my elbows and bit my lip. “I’m not an alpha she-wolf. What happened with that Canadian alpha’s daughter anyway?”

The thought of her made me angry, but I was naked here with Rob, his mark on my neck, not on hers.

“I arranged for her to mate with the male she already knew she belonged to. And you are an alpha she-wolf,” he said, looking me in the eye and making it very clear he was serious. “Or my wolf wouldn’t have picked you. Your human side is irrelevant. I’ve seen your wolf, and she is magnificent. No one could deny your power in this pack.” He leaned down and kissed me. “It wouldn't matter if they did. I told them all I was mating you, even before I knew you were a shifter. Told them to go to hell if they had a problem with it.”

“You did?”