Page 100 of Gold Sector

“Knot me.”

He nuzzles my nose, his mouth tauntingly close to mine. “And now you’re issuing commands.” His lips whisper across my cheek to my ear. “As my future mate, I’ll allow it.” He lowers his touch to my throat, his teeth sinking in without warning.

And then I feel him at my entrance, his hardness a threat to my sanity, to my very sense of being.

I forgot how big he is, how intense it is to?—

He thrusts inside, drawing a scream unlike any I’ve ever released.

But it quickly turns into a moan at the sensation of being full.

Oh, it hurts. It hurtsa lot. Only, it’s a good hurt. It’s the right hurt. It’s the hurt I crave.

Because I’m wet. I’m ready. And Ineedmore.

Which I tell him with a growl, one driven out of me by my wolf. Just as she urges me to sink my teeth into his shoulder.

Which I do.

Harshly.

Drawing blood.

Claiming my mate.

He snarls in response, biting me again on the neck.

Then suddenly my hands are free as he grips my hips and slams into me without mercy. I try to meet his thrusts, but I’m a slave to his motions, his palms placing me right where he wants me for each harsh thrust.

It’s animalistic. Primal.Divine insanity.

I’m not sure when he releases my throat or how I let go of his shoulder, but in a span of seconds, we’re kissing each other with a ferocity that rivals our movements below.

My heart pounds in my chest, my thighs clenching around his. Every part of me is alive. Ready.Demanding his knot.

I squeeze around him, my insides bereft and aching.

Complete me, I try to tell him.Make me yours.

One of his palms leaves my hips to wrap around my throat, his dominant hold exactly what I crave as he devours me with his mouth. Owns me with his cock. Commands me with his presence.

My Alpha,a part of me sighs even as I scream his name aloud.

Because I’m so close, walking right along the precipice of that beautiful sensation, the one he awoke within me.

I chase the heat, embrace the pleasure-pain, and jump headfirst into the oblivion waiting for me below.

Only, it’s not enough.

Gods, it’s nowhere near enough.

Tears trickle down my cheeks, words of need leave my lips, but every begging statement is swallowed by my Alpha. My mate.

He’s driving me mad.

Holding me on the brink, forcing me to walk this tenuous line between misery and rapture.

I weep. I scream. I scratch his back. Ibite.