Page 55 of Fae Devoted (Fae Touched #3)

Her shallow breaths turned into harsh pants as he slowly lowered to the bed, palms landing on either side of her shoulders.

He dipped his head and nipped at the first Mark.

The teasing bite sent a current of electricity straight to her core, the wet ache between her legs pulsing with want. With need.

His canines scraped a pebbled nipple, then drew it into his mouth, swirling the straining bud with his tongue.

Her nails scored his back, and he dropped to one forearm.

Continuing to suck and lick, his rough palm skated underneath her skirt and over her thigh, pushing the cotton to her hips.

Johnnie’s spine bowed as his thumb slipped inside her panties and rubbed slow circles around her clit.

A moan eased from her throat, and she dug her nails into his flesh.

The crisp scent of pinewood filled her nose as her panties were ripped apart and two fingers plunged inside her, stroking her to a fever pitch.

Switching his attention to the other breast, his tongue sketched a path around the inside swell, just above her pounding heart.

“Joan Helen,” he murmured against her quivering flesh, his fingers leaving her core to be replaced by the tip of his rigid length.

“I will love and protect you always.” He entered her with a possessive thrust. “I will guard your heart and those who are dear to it.” Withdrew and drove deeper.

“My Clan is your Clan, my pack, your pack.” The tendons in his neck bulged, and his final vows sounded raw and strained.

“I freely seal my soul to yours and claim you as my own.” Jacob’s jaw opened wide, his upper and lower canines elongating, gleaming bright white and deadly.

Johnnie wasn’t afraid.

She reached up and clasped the back of his neck, tugging him to her breast. She wanted this. Wanted it more than anything. Wanted Jacob.

He bit down, and Johnnie hissed, more from the intense pressure of his teeth clamping onto her breast than the puncturing of soft tissue.

Jacob lay still and heavy on top of her, his weight pressing her into the soft bedding.

His cock remained hard and pulsing inside her as he growled and snarled, fangs lodged in her flesh.

Her heart jerked painfully beneath her ribs and panic tried to overtake her as Ferwyn magic grabbed ahold of the link and shook it like an underwater earthquake.

Jacob’s chest vibrated in a soothing rumble, his free hand stroking her hip in a comforting caress as its power smashed into her mind and body in a tsunami of intense emotions.

The mating bond rippled and stretched, flowing over Johnnie in an undulating wave.

She floated in its liquid warmth, her soul covered in an ocean created of the softest flannel and toughest titanium.

Jacob.

Her breath caught as her truemate’s canines slid free and his tongue swiped her pierced flesh, healing the wounds.

Only the stamp of Jacob’s teeth marks framing the top and bottom curves of her pale breast would remain.

The permanent discoloration would be a mix of purple, red, yellow, and blue hues.

The Mark would be large and colorful—and she couldn’t wait to see it.

“My Ca’anam,” Jacob whispered into her ear, “My Jo.”

She turned her neck to meet his kiss, their hearts beating in unison.

Jacob cradled her cheek, holding it gently in his palm as he began to move inside her.

Johnnie moaned against his mouth as the sweet pressure between her legs built, every hard thrust and counter retreat promising blissful ecstasy.

“Come with me, Jo,” he commanded against her lips, his fingers coasting over her chin and following the curve of her neck.

They slid across the slope of her shoulder and traced the outline of the fresh Mark on her breast, then smoothed down her stomach to the crease of her hip.

Jacob pushed into her one last time and groaned his release, his nails scraping the sensitive brand on her inner thigh.

Johnnie threw back her head on an explosive gasp, her body splintering into a million pieces while her heart filled to near bursting.

Jacob grunted and rolled to his back, taking Johnnie with him. Her hands flattened on his firm abs, her knees landing on either side of his hips. Her full skirt concealed their joined bodies from the waist down.

“You still have your boots on.” She laughed, her hair swinging forward to cover her naked breasts, Jacob’s wolf necklace peeking between the auburn strands.

“Yup,” he answered with a grin. “Pants too.”

“Sexy.” She lowered to her forearms, unable to resist kissing him again.

Jacob’s big hands sank into her unruly locks, taking control of her mouth, lips moving against hers with a reverence that stole her breath. He kissed her until…

Shit, not again.

“Please don’t cry.” His mouth left her lips to kiss the tip of her nose. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I’m not crying,” she insisted, swiping at her suspiciously damp cheeks. “And I said it first.”

“Said what, baby?”

“I love you.” She fought a pout. “I said it first.”

Hearing the petulance in her tone, she sighed in defeat.

Admit it, Johnnie. You’re a hopeless sap.

“I disagree.” Jacob smiled and gathered her hair in one hand, pulling it aside and uncovering her chest. “I definitely said it first.”

“When did you say it?” There’s no way Johnnie would have missed Jacob telling her he loved her. No. Way.

“When I gave you this,” he said, toying with the silver pendant dangling between her breasts. “My sire gave it to my mother.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice shook, and Jacob infused the bond with soothing warmth.

“I couldn’t officially claim you yet, but God, Jo, I wanted to.” His stomach muscles contracted, lifting his upper body into a sitting position, arms snaking around her waist. “If I didn’t come home—”

She slammed her mouth to his, kissing him hard. No matter what the future might bring, Jacob would always come home to her.

Johnnie wouldn’t have it any other way.