Page 39 of The Alpha’s Chosen Mate

He growls, grips my hair, and tugs me higher. His chest presses against my back, and his lips find my throat, and not once does his thrusting falter. “Right here, Em.” He breathes hotly on my neck, and his other hand finds my clit. “I’m going to mark you right here.” His teeth scrape up the side of my throat, sharp and promising. “I’m going to mark you over and over and over.”

He thrusts deep inside me—deeper than I thought possible—and I see stars. His fangs continue tracing designs on my neck, and his finger on my clit draws matching patterns. He pulls almost all the way out, then slams in again, hitting that same satisfying spot deep in my pussy.

“Yes, Harrison,” I encourage. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

“Never. I will never stop loving you. Just. Like. This.” He punctuates each promise with a thrust of his hips and a stroke of my clit.

My legs shake as pleasure pools low in my abdomen. I keep it at bay though, waiting for him to be ready too, so we can come together.

“Don’t hold it in, Em.” Harrison whispers the order against my neck. He knows my body too well for me to hide my impending orgasm from him. “Come for me. Show me how much you enjoy being mine.”

He growls that last word, and the vibrations from his chest, the sensual press of his lips, and the incomparable pleasure rippling through me as he once more hits that earth-shattering spot sends me over the edge of ecstasy.

“Harrison!”

I scream his name as I fall apart, and he clamps onto my neck, sucking hard as his fangs tease my skin. Not piercing, not marking, but right there, reminding me how close we are to claiming each other for real.

As I pulse around his cock and grind my ass against him, he groans out his release, coaxing out a second orgasm from me. He thrusts into me with every wave of our combined euphoria, continuing the movements long after we’ve wrung the last drops of pleasure from each other, as if he wants to ensure all of his scent is embedded deep within me.

When we’re both too spent to continue, Harrison rolls us onto our sides, so my back is pressed to his chest and his face is buried in my neck. He massages and soothes my exhausted body, sending tiny shocks of pleasure through me when he touches my sensitive nipples or the ticklish spot on my left thigh.

“Did you mean what you said?” I ask.

He growls and grips me tighter. “Are you really still questioning me on this? After everything we just said and did?”

“No, no.” I spin in his arms to face him. “About your lycan. You said he’s sure.”

He holds my gaze, brown eyes swirling with the presence of his lycan, both watching me and listening to me. “We’re sure,” he confirms. “And in two weeks, nothing is going to stop us from claiming you as our mate.”