Page 34 of A Love Bite (Werewolf Motorcycle Club #1)

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A lex

Feeling Jake’s arms around me helps so much, but I’m still undeniably unnerved by everything. The fact that he’s a werewolf, his claim that I’m his mate, and the revelation that fulfilling our bond would require me to be bitten and turned into a werewolf… it’s all overwhelming.

But beneath my worries and fears, I can’t deny one singular truth.

I love him.

Despite the short time we’ve known each other, the connection we share feels deep and real. It’s as if we’ve been drawn together by forces beyond our control, and I can’t deny the feelings that have blossomed between us.

It’s because I’m his mate. Even though what he’s saying is incredible to me, I know it’s the truth.

I pull back slightly from Jake’s embrace, looking up into his eyes. “Jake, this is all so much to take in,” I admit, my voice trembling slightly, “but I can’t deny what I feel for you. I… I love you, and that scares me as much as everything else.”

His eyes soften. “Alex, I love you too, more than I can put into words, and I?—”

I place a finger against his lips to silence him then remove that finger and kiss him.

Jake responds eagerly, his tongue invading my mouth. I suck in a breath as his hands reach under my shirt, yanking down my bra to free my breasts.

As I rip off the towel that covers his erection, he thumbs my nipples, and I moan.

His hands are firm and confident as he explores every inch of my body, sending shivers down my spine. He moves his fingers lower, teasing my inner thighs with gentle strokes. I can feel the heat of his desire radiating through his fingers, and it’s intoxicating.

He rips my shirt off over my head and expertly unhooks my bra. He captures a nipple in his mouth, his teeth gently grazing it before he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. A fire ignites in my core, and I arch my back in pleasure.

He moves his attention to my other breast, treating it with the same skilled devotion as before. I reach down, grab his hair, and pull him closer to me. I need to feel his body against mine, need to be connected to him in every way possible.

With a low growl, Jake stands up, lifting me into his arms and quickly removing the rest of my clothes.

His hands roam my body, and I no longer feel the fear of what he’s told me. Instead, I’m captivated by his touch. He flicks my nipples gently, and I push my hips forward, needing him more than ever.

“There’s no bed here,” he gasps out.

I laugh and run my hand along the small bar. “What about right here?”

He slowly sets me down on the wooden bar top. It’s hard and unforgiving, yet it serves its purpose in our desperate need for intimacy.

Jake positions himself between my legs, and I spread my knees wide. His eyes meet mine, filled with hunger and desire. It’s as if everything else fades away, just like the world outside, leaving only us and the connection between us.

He leans forward and kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing together. It’s a fiery passion, consuming us both, and I can feel the heat seeping from his body to mine.

As he breaks the kiss, he looks me directly in the eyes. “I want to be inside you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with need.

I nod, my own desire overwhelming me. “Yes,” I croak out.

With a desperate groan, he thrusts himself inside me, and I cry out at the sensation of being claimed by him.

I dig my fingers into his back, urging him on as he pounds into me with a fierce intensity. He slams into me, and I feel a wave of pleasure crash over me. I arch against him, craving more.

He reaches down and cups my face, his eyes locked on my face. “Don’t close your eyes when you come,” he orders.

Shocked, I nod.

As he continues to thrust into me, I feel a building inside me, an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and desire. I cling to Jake, my hands gripping his arms as he drives into me harder and faster. My breaths quicken, and I feel a whirlwind of emotions coursing through me.

Jake’s eyes never leave mine, and I can see the intensity of his love for me reflected in them. I can feel the heat from his body radiating against my skin, mingling with the passion that courses through me.

With every thrust, the desire within me grows stronger, and I can feel my climax building to an unbearable peak. Jake’s dirty words and commands—his shyness long gone now—only serve to fuel the fire, and I find myself craving more of him, wanting him deeper inside me.

“Jake, I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice trembling with need.

I reach down and take hold of Jake’s shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as the waves of ecstasy wash over me. I can feel his body tensing, anticipating my release. With each thrust, I’m pushed closer to the edge, and I can feel the heat building between my legs.

As I near my orgasm, I give one last cry of pleasure, and everything around us fades away. All that exists is the heat of his body against mine, the rhythm of our coupling, and the raw passion that courses through us.

My eyes roll back in my head as the tides of ecstasy crash into me, overwhelming my senses. I can feel the waves of pleasure pulsing through me, like an electric current.

“Bite me,” I whimper.

Jake stills a moment. “Do you…”

“Yes. I mean it. I love you, Jake.”

He opens his mouth wide. His canines grow, and I tilt my head to the side.

He bites me, and the moment his fangs pierce my skin, I can feel him orgasm hard deep inside me. The pain and pleasure meld together, and the pain is immediately gone as I’m climaxing again.

“Jake!”

He kisses where he bit me, and I can sense our bond. It feels stronger than anything I’ve ever known. I feel an even deeper connection to him, and my love for him grows exponentially.

His teeth retract, and he pulls back slightly, our eyes locked on each other as we catch our breath.

“That was…” I begin, but he shushes me with a gentle finger against my lips.

“We are one now.” He wipes a stray strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “I love you, Alex. I always will. That love bite… it didn’t hurt too much, did it?”

“Love bite?” I laugh as I cup his face.

He takes my hand and touches it to my neck. The skin feels unbroken. There’s no blood.

“I’m… I’m a werewolf now?”

“You’ll turn tonight for the first time.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It gets easier with each shifting.”

“I should be afraid, but I’m not.”

“Good,” he whispers, and he kisses me long and hard, and I sigh against his lips.