Page 45 of Trusting Her Mate

“You want this?” I ask, stroking my already hardening cock. “I’ve been wanting this since the clearing. Since I watched you not flinch when Dax came for you.”

“You’re all I’ll ever want.”

I surge into her and she screams. Not in pain, in relief. Her back arches off the bed and her wrists strain against my grip but I don’t let go.

“Mine,” I say.

“Yours...”

“Mine. Say it.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours.”

I fuck her. There’s no other word for it. Hard. Deep. Relentless. The bed frame slams the wall. She wraps her legs around me, digging her heels into my back, pulling me deeper.

“More,” she gasps.

I release her wrists, grab her hips, and flip her. Her face hits the pillow and I drag her up onto her knees and drive back in. She screams my name.

“That’s it.” My hand fists in her hair. “Scream for me.”

“Boone!”

“Louder.”

She does. The sound fills the cabin and my wolf howls with it. The bond blazes and I feel her orgasm building, feel the tension coiling through her body.

“Come for me,” I say. “Now.”

She shatters, her whole body clenches, and she sobs into the pillow. I don’t stop. I chase her over the edge, thrusting through her release until my own hits me.

It rips through me. Violent. Absolute. I bury myself to the hilt and come with a sound that isn’t human. My teeth find the claiming mark and I bite down. She screams again, a second orgasm flowing through her as the bond detonates in and around us.

Everything else disappears.

I collapse beside her. We’re both gasping. Sweating. Wrecked. The sheets are ruined and the pillow is damp. But neither of us moves.

After a long time, she rolls onto her side and looks at me. Her eyes are soft, sated, happy.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi.”

“We broke your bed.”

I glance at the frame. One corner has separated and the mattress is half off. “I’ll fix it.”

“When?”

“Later.”

“How much later?”

“Days. Weeks. I’m not moving for the foreseeable future.”

She laughs and the sound fills the room. Fills me. I pull her against my chest. She tucks her head under my chin. Her fingers trace idle patterns on my skin and the bond settles into something warm and steady.

“Boone?”