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She places her little hands on my face and tugs me down until I can see right into her eyes. Her tortured, greedy eyes. “I know exactly what I’m asking for. My mate.”

“Shit!” I roar and slam into her, my hips grinding into her over and over.

“Yes, oh my god, yes! Austin, yes! I’m yours! Take me!” she shrieks like a banshee. Her hands tearing strips of my bare skin off. I can feel ribbons of my blood bubbling up but I don’t give a shit! She can mark me too! I want to take off my shirt and have every man and shifter out there know that this wild goddess is mine.

I flip her over and slam into her tight pussy, my balls slapping her ass. My eyes glaze over and I lose all control, becoming more animal than human as I take her.

Chapter Six: Desiree

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My breath lashes out of me in quick pants and bursts, stalling when he flips me over and drives his big dick inside me so hard that it drives me up the bed.

I claw and pull at the sheets until I feel them tear under me.

His huge body covers me, the fur on his chest rubbing at my back and driving my arousal higher.

My pussy feels battered and bruised and I can’t stop trembling. I bite my bottom lip until I draw blood. I hear him growl over me and I shiver, electricity coursing over my skin everywhere his body touches mine. Goosebumps raise on my flesh and I can’t stop whimpering. Begging him to take me.

“Austin, please. Take me now. I-I need you.” His big hands wrap around my hips and I can feel his claws tearing at my soft skin, marking me with his lust. His passion.

“Mine,” he grunts with each bump of his hips. Furious and frantic, we grind and bump and tear at our own bodies until I feel his lips on my shoulder. His tongue laps at my sweaty, soaked skin and then he closes his mouth on my shoulder whereit was tingling earlier. I shriek when I feel his teeth sink into my skin at the same time as he drives in so deep that I feel his cock kissing my cervix. I gasp and struggle for breath.

He digs his teeth and claws into me and the pain and pleasure barrel over me in an overwhelming orgasm that drags me under in the waves of ecstasy.

“Yes, oh god! Yes, Austin!” I sob and wail, writhing under him when I feel his body still over me and his dick grind one last time into my aching tunnel. Ropes of his warm seed splash my walls and I can’t stop coming until I black out, sucked under by our lust and passion.

I come to with his tongue lapping at the throbbing spot on my shoulder where he bit me. I’m flat down on the bed and I shakily push my hair out of my eyes to find his soft, loving gaze locked on me while he laps at the mark on my shoulder.

“Mine,” he grumbles, shoving me back down, his big hand in the middle of my back so he can concentrate on his task. I want to argue with him. I don’t belong to any man. But I’m so shaky and exhausted that I can barely move let alone form whole sentences and argue with the crazed man-er male who owns me body and soul.

I close my eyes and sink into the weird satisfaction of having my mate take care of me after taking my body so hungrily.

I draw in a shaky breath when I feel him lift himself up and then flip over onto his back, taking me with him. My breath whooshes out, startled. My eyes fly open and I stare up into the darkened eyes above me. He looks happy and satisfied and for just a moment I close my eyes and cuddle into him.

Until I remember our conversation and realize that I gave in and he marked me. What the hell does that even mean?

I must have asked the question out loud.

“It means you’re mine. We’re one. Heart, soul and body. You belong to me…I belong to you. Forever.”

My head pops up and my mouth pops open. “Forever? Wait, what? Don’t you ever die? Wait, what about me? What is going on here?” I shove my hand through my hair, my head swimming.

His big hands wrap around my shoulders and he grunts, “breathe. Just breathe, my mate. It’s all good. Don’t worry. We’ve got time to figure all of this out.”

A thumping knock hits the door. I can feel the little cabin shake and Austin growls, shoving me aside. “You wait here. I’ll get rid of whoever is out there.”

“Wait!” I can feel a shiver of alarm go through me. There’s still a killer on the loose out there. A brutal killer who for some reason has an ax to grind against my new mate’s family. My mind struggles to form around the strange words.

At the same time I leap from the bed and shove my body back into my pants and pick up my shirt, sighing when I see that it’s basically khaki ribbons. I pull a drawer open and grunt in relief when I see t-shirts. I drag one of Austin’s shirts on and tug it down over my wide hips. I roll my eyes when I catch sight of myself in a mirror on the back of the dresser. I look like a little girl playing dress up, the shirt hitting me somewhere about my knees. I grab my utility belt that Austin tossed on the floor and pull out my gun, checking the chamber to make sure it’s ready to go.

Then I slink down the hall, following the sound of angry voices. I throw myself out of the hall and find myself facing two big men, both of them hollering angrily and shoving at each other.

“Jericho! You fucker! I don’t know what you want from me but you can just get the hell off my property!”

“I need to tell you something, you big damn oaf! The guy that was killed! I know who killed him and it wasn’t you. I saw the whole damn thing. Dammit! Listen to me!” The big blond man shoves at my mate and I see his eyes glow golden.

Dammit! Another fucking shifter! How many of them are there running around this town?