Page 33 of Bloodstained Chrome

There’s no chance I’ll take my time.

With a single, intense thrust, I slam into her.

Gravity ceases to exist.

My lion grows in size and roars long and loud.

Mate, he roars in my head again and again.

Her screams etch themselves into every fiber of my being.

I’m forever changed.

Now I understand the fear and the hesitation.

The feel of her insides tearing and opening for me, along with the small amount of blood scent in the air around us, is all the proof I need.

I’m her first. Her only. And I’m damn sure I’m going to be her last.

No one will ever claim her again.

Sibley is mine. Forever.

“I’m here. Look at me,” I order her, my voice shifting slightly as I’m still in the middle of my shift. I fight to keep my lion at bay. I don’t know what will happen if I fully shift while I’m still inside her. I can’t hurt her like that.

Her eyes pop open, with tears at the corners. I lean down and kiss them away, then lick along the side of her face, doing my best to comfort her.

She purrs softly, holding me closer.

I grab hold of the covers on either side of me and slowly rock back and forth. I feel her body opening up more and more to me, and soon she’s meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Oh, gods, more. Primal, give me more,” she begs, and I throw my head back with a long moan.

It feels so damn good. Perfection couldn’t even feel this good.

We move from position to position. I only stop long enough for her to get comfortable before I’m trying to mark every inch of her, inside and out.

I actually laugh hysterically when she wraps around me. Nothing has ever felt like this, and suddenly I’m wondering how I’ve gone my entire life without seeking her out.

Is this what the other men at the club were feeling? Is this why they were so attuned to their women? I’ve been such an idiot, fighting against what Sibley and I have.

I could’ve claimed her from the start, when I realized she was the only one who could reach me. I knew she was different from the beginning. Only I’ve been too much of an idiot to see what everyone else already saw. Sibley was made for me, or I was made for her. It didn’t matter, we were one.

She’s my mate, the one the gods wanted me to have.

Fuck.

“Again, let me see you come again.” I grab her by the neck and pin her to the bed as I lean up and look down at her. I want to see her in all her glory. Submissive and mine.

She softly wraps her hands around my wrist, not to push me away but to hold on.

It almost seems like her body reacted instantly to my words, as she was coming again just three thrusts later.

It thrilled me to no end. If I weren’t already so busy trying to nail her to the mattress, I might have jumped for joy.

As my own release races through me, I let her neck go, dip down, and sink my teeth into her neck. My cock swells further in a way it’s never done before, but I’ve heard others speak of it happening only with their mates.

Oh shit.