Chapter Thirty-seven #2
He took the tee from her and threw it aside. ‘This is gonna happen right here, right now. You could have been killed out there tonight. I’m not waiting another fucking second to claim you unless it’s what you need from me.’
‘I don’t need you to wait,’ she assured him. ‘Do it. Make me yours.’
The wave of sexual hunger that swept Ripper under was like nothing he’d felt before.
The sheer intensity of it rocked him. His pulse quickened, his blood heated and his cock went rock hard.
Not even on his first full moon had his body felt so fucking alive.
Because this witch, who’d somehow come to mean everything to him, would from this night onward be officially his.
Her pupils dilated as her breaths came a little faster. Her magick rose up to mist the air, ramping up the tension, almost imprinting itself on him.
Ripper palmed the side of her face. ‘Let me at that mouth.’
She parted her lips for him, and he instantly plunged his tongue inside. The kiss was slow but deep and greedy. She made him want to gorge on her. Bite her. Mark her with his come. Take her hard and fast and rough.
The latter wouldn’t happen just yet, though. He wasn’t going to rush this. He was going to savor every damn moment of making her his.
Moaning into his mouth, she threaded her fingers through his damp hair and scratched at his scalp.
He whipped off her towel and backed her into the bed. Breaking the kiss, he lifted her and gently lay her flat on the mattress. The moonlight streaming through the window danced along her iridescent hair and made her dewy skin gleam. ‘Perfect.’
Arousal was clearly riding her as hard as it was him. Her eyes were dazed, her nipples were tight and her pussy glistened. The scent of her need gripped his dick tight.
Ripper removed his towel and lowered his body onto hers, giving her most of his weight.
Dropping his mouth on those lips already swollen from his kiss, he ate at it once more.
He explored her body with his hands, smoothing his scent over her, feeling her arch into his touch.
He wanted his scent to sink so deep into her that it became embedded in every cell. A part of her.
He spread kisses down the side of her face, her slim throat, her breast and over to her nipple. He circled the bud with his tongue and then latched onto it tight.
She dug her nails into his shoulders as he went on to lavish the taut bud with sucks, licks and nibbles. All the while, he molded her neglected breast, thumbing the nipple there.
‘Ripper,’ she breathed.
He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his dick over her clit. His cock was so hard at this point he could knock a wall down with it.
She smoothed a hand down his back, her fingers splayed. Fingers that idly brushed over his scars, tracing them carefully. He loved that she never shied away from touching them to ‘spare’ his feelings. To her, they were just a part of him.
He slid a palm – one that was more than a little covetous – down her front and slipped two fingers into her pussy, grunting as it clenched them. Yeah, she was wet enough for him.
He replaced his fingers with the thick head of his dick and then, holding her gaze, pushed his cock into that pussy that fit him perfectly. Her lips parted, her eyes went glassier and glassier the deeper he burrowed.
Finally, he bottomed out, groaning. ‘Fuck.’
Clinging tight to his back, she arched into his body, pushing her breasts at him. ‘Rip.’ A breathy moan laced with a plea.
Ripper started driving into her, slow and easy. She never stopped touching him – she stroked the back of his head, scratched at his nape, slid her hands up and down his back, gripped his ass.
He groaned as she unconsciously tipped her hips up.
‘That’s it, baby, take me deeper.’ His eyes dipped to where their bodies joined as he slid a hand down to grip her thigh.
‘I swear, it’s like your pussy was goddamn tailor made for me.
’ He hiked up her leg and curved it around him as he scraped his teeth down her cheek. ‘Only for me.’
The more he fucked her, the more she melted. The more she melted, the more glazed her eyes became . . . until she looked totally out of it.
He hummed low in his throat. ‘Fuck drunk. Aren’t you?’ She wasn’t the only one. He was all wrapped up in her taste, her heat, her scent, the tight clasp of her pussy. He couldn’t have pulled out of her body to save his life.
He felt the warmth of her magick flow over him like a roll of steam that sank into his skin. ‘Scent-marking me again?’
She stared at him, looking rather pleased with herself. ‘It’ll be permanent this time. Even if we part ways, you’ll still smell of my magick . . . unless I agree to undo it. Which I won’t. So ha.’
Emberlyn wasn’t sure what exact reaction she’d expected to that declaration. A chuckle. A bite. A brow flick. Maybe even a nipple pinch.
Instead, satisfaction bloomed in his dilated pupils as his expression turned nothing short of carnal – his eyes hot, his mouth a cold slash, his jaw a hard blade. That look went right to her nipples. Nipples that were tight and pulsing.
Her body was a mess. The need to come slashed at her insides and made her core and breasts ache. ‘You’re not mad?’
He started rolling his hips fast, slamming hard. She’d take that as a no.
Slapping sounds mingled with their grunts, groans and rough exhales as his hips kept bounding forward heavily, shoving his thick shaft deep enough to hurt a little.
Arching into the drives of his cock, she delved a hand into his hair and scratched at his scalp. He lowered his face to hers, and their lips met in a savage kiss that was all tongue and teeth. He freaking devoured her mouth with such intensity her lungs burned for air.
Finally, he broke the kiss. ‘You’re mine in every way now, Emberlyn,’ he snarled, roughly plowing his dick into her. ‘I’ll never give you up. Not ever.’
She wouldn’t let him if he tried.
The tips of his claws lightly scraped her arms, sides, thighs, outer breasts – wherever he could reach, could mark. Loving the sheer primitiveness of it, she arched into the sensations, eager for more.
She dug her fingers deeper into his ass, moaning louder and louder and louder as he insistently jackhammered into her like he was caught in a frenzy. ‘Rip,’ she gasped.
‘Jax. Say it,’ he bit off. ‘I want to hear you say it while I claim you.’
‘Jax.’
Growling, he shifted his angle so he rubbed his shaft over her clit . . . and bit down hard on the crook of her neck.
She came with a scream, her head falling back, her spine bowing, her pussy clamping and clenching.
Ripper fucked her harder, faster, fiercer. Then he jammed his cock deep and exploded, filling her with his come.
Almost every muscle in her body losing their tone, she more or less flopped to the mattress. He remained over her like a blanket as they panted, shaking with aftershocks.
Unlatching his teeth from her throat, he hummed against the bite. It didn’t sting, since the skin hadn’t broken – to do that would have been to put her through the Change – but it certainly throbbed. ‘Love you, baby.’
Her chest squeezed. ‘Love you, too,’ she rasped.
They had some stuff to figure out. Like when exactly he wanted to move into the manor.
Like who the rest of the faction members were.
Like how best to reveal to his clan that, hey, they had an Alpha female now – one who was also a witch.
Maybe he was right in believing that his wolves would take it well, but maybe he wasn’t.
Time would tell.
A door creaked open somewhere inside the manor, and then there was the distant sound of footfalls.
Ripper slowly lifted his head. ‘Tell me that isn’t one of those damn goblins.’
‘They don’t leave the basement.’ Well, not unless she bid them to do so.
He squinted. ‘Is there anything else . . . otherworldly living in this house?’
She only smiled.
‘Fuck,’ he muttered.
‘Are you sure you want to move in?’
‘Well, I’m not living separately from my mate.’ He touched the tip of his nose to hers. ‘Never thought I’d claim one.’
‘Never thought I’d go down this route a second time.’
‘There won’t be a third,’ he half vowed, half warned. ‘You belong to me now. There’ll never be a time when you don’t.’
She felt her lips curve again. ‘Sounds good to me.’