Chapter Seventeen
I hadn’t planned to kiss him. Heck, I hadn’t even made the decision to do so. One minute, he was talking, telling me he was proud of me, and the next, I’d slammed my mouth into his and kissed him as if my life depended on it. I wasn’t sure it didn’t.
I poured all the feelings I had been holding back into the kiss. Our mouths danced together—all lips, teeth, and tongues. He tasted like home, if home were a flavor. His scent deepened with each movement, until there was nothing left in my world but this dragon and his scent, his taste, his touch.
Something about saving the omegas today changed the dynamic between Mav and me. It was a subtle change, but it was there. Before we left, I was the omega in distress who was saved by the good guy. And while that was true and it couldn’t really be changed, I was no longer that person.
I was an equal with the guys—at least that’s how my wolf saw it. But now that I’d worked with the team, I was one of them. I wasn’t sure why that mattered to my wolf, but it very much did.
“More,” I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming his body, wishing there was nothing between us but not thinking clearly enough to make that happen.
Mav scooped me into his arms, carefully set me on the bed, and divested us both of our clothing. We could take out time and go slowly, do the sexy undress, even add a little dance…next time. Tonight wasn’t the time for going slow. I needed this more than my next breath, and everything about Mav’s body and actions was telling me he felt the same.
He lay down beside me on the bed, his hand cupping my cheek. “Gods, you’re perfect.”
I was far from perfect. I was too skinny, had a shitty leg, and a currently weak wolf. But, in his eyes, he told no lies. I was perfect for him.
“I want you so badly.” There could be no mistake that this was what I desired…what I needed.
Our hard cocks were pressed together between our bodies, my slick dribbling down my crack. And both of our scents were deepening by the second.
“I’m all yours.”
I went to correct him, to tell him that wasn’t what I meant, but then I forgot everything including my own name as he pushed me onto my back and settled between my legs, kissing me breathless.
Our hands wandered, never lingering any one place too long. If my mate was like I was, he wasn’t going to be able to stave off his orgasm. I was so close to coming already and so far, the only thing touching my dick was Mav’s own pressed against mine.
Hands wandered, and his lips broke from mine, as he kissed a path along my jaw and down my throat, stopping in the place where my neck reached my shoulder, the place he would mark me. A delicious shudder of anticipation ran through me.
“Patience, omega mine. Patience.” He chuckled against my skin. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he loved it.
I did too.
“I have none,” I whined. “I need you inside me, alpha. I need to be connected to you, to have you mark me on both the inside and out, to have you mark me as yours for all the world to see.”
He pushed up and met my eyes. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? There’s no going back.”
He wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know, but the fact he cared enough to make sure…it was yet another reason to love him more. And wasn’t that the important part of all of this: I loved him.
“I love you…” He looked like he was about to say more, but then his gaze fell to my lips and we were back to kissing, only this time, the kissing wasn’t for kissing’s sake; it was leading to so much more…to everything.
As we kissed, hands wandered, dicks were stroked, and bodies ground together. And just when I thought I couldn’t wait another second, he had me roll over onto my hands and knees and situated himself behind me.
“Are you comfortable?”
“No!” I looked over my shoulder. “I’m empty. So empty. Fill me, alpha.”
“That, I can fix.”
He grabbed my hips and slowly pushed inside me until he was fully seated. He was large, stretching me to that point where pleasure and pain met. I fucking loved it.
“Are you going to move?” I wiggled my ass, loving the fullness of it all.
“Yeah.” He kissed my shoulder blade and started to move, thrusting in and out of me, slowly at first but increasing with both speed and force with each trip. I pushed back, seeking more, his hands holding my hips in place. In and out he went, and then my teeth elongated. It was time, my wolf was ready to mark him, and I was facing the wrong way.
“Flip me over. My wolf needs to mark you and now.”
He pulled out, and I hated the loss of it, until he had me on my back and was sliding back in. I wrapped my legs around him, needing him to stay close, and he pounded into my slick hole.
This position gave me more control, and I met his moves thrust for thrust, my orgasm getting closer and closer with each move until my beast was no longer willing to wait for another second. My teeth sank into our mate’s shoulder, marking him as mine. Mav’s teeth sank into my shoulder too, and I came so hard that I wasn’t sure what day it was.
“Mine,” I growled possessively as his knot filled me.
“Yours.”