Page 46 of Just One Bite

A hum runs through my throat at the way her body presses into mine when I lick there. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder. The whimper that leaves her throat when I suck at her skin brings the itch through my entire body.

“Wait. I’m going to …”

“Just from my mark? Oh. That’s so fucking hot.”

My blood is boiling. Every second, I’m more excited to touch her, but she needs me to be gentle. I have to take care of her. I want to be inside her, but she needs to be relaxed and ready.

“In these fantasies, how long does it take you to start begging for me?”

I kiss each finger on her injured hand before safely placing it on the pillow next to her head and giving attention to her breasts. She squirms again when my tongue meets her nipple, and I nibble at the underside of her breast.

“I need you,” she breathes into my hair.

“I know. ”

The mess on her thighs gives her away, with my fingers teasing her between her legs.

“Shit. There’s no way you are already that wet for me.”

I think of her eyes when I pinned her in the bathroom stall. She wanted me inside her because she’d imagined it. Over and over.

“Are you finally going to tell me about those dreams?”

There’s so much I want to do with her, but for now, keeping her from using her hand and injured ankle is my priority. This time will be different, but still, it’s everything I’ve wanted. I kiss her hand. Knowing as our skin touches, I’m healing her.

I don’t want to break the connection.

“You snuck into my bed,” she says.

“Oh? You mean like this?” I focus on her clit, moving in slow circles.

Her hips buck, and a strangled whimper leaps from her throat.

She’s ready for me. I just want a few more minutes to look at her and revel in how she’s completely naked, with wetness covering her thighs from me touching her. The only clothing left between us is my boxers. My mouth waters at the sight. I’m going to claim her, and everyone is going to know.

“Parker, please.”

“What, baby?”

“I need you inside me.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg.”

She really is. My girl is coming undone in front of me.

I reach my hand into my boxers to thumb over the precum on my cock, then press my fingers into her. Slow at first, then deeper until she’s writhing and clenching around my hand. There needs to be more of me inside her. She needs to be full.

“Tell me more, go on.”

She gasps as I curl my fingers to strum inside her.

“Yeah? Tell me about the dream,” I ask, knowing she can’t talk while she’s coming apart on my fingers.

She doesn’t understand the obsession. How I’m already thinking of how every drop of me inside her is going to make her smell like me. She has my mark and now …

She’s gasping when I pull out .

“You were in my bed, and you’d come every night to—” She catches her breath. “To strip me, and we would … have sex. It felt so good—”

I can’t go another second without being inside of her. My boxers are off before I pull the blankets on top of us so she’s warm and comfortable.

“Was it like this?”

“Yes. Exactly like this.”

My fingers graze her cheek. “I need you to know something … if we do this, I’m not going to let anyone else have you, even if we reject the bond. I know that makes me an asshole, but I don’t care. I need you to know how seriously I take this.”

Even just once with Olivia will ruin me.

Because she is the girl. I couldn’t keep myself from her if I wanted to.

Even if she married, I’d still be here watching her live her life and silently waiting for the day she comes back to me.

And I think I could let her if we never have sex and connect like this, but I won’t be able to afterward.

I won’t be able to see her with someone else without making it everyone’s problem.

It might even tear us apart, make it to where we couldn’t go back to being friends, and I can’t live without her.

“I don’t want anyone else,” she says.

“No. If you want another man to ever touch you like this, tell me right now. Because I’m not joking. If you’ve ever had any hopes of meeting another man when you’re older or dating your dancing partner—”

“I only want you. I mean it.”

That sentence is all I’ve ever wanted. I take in that last second. One final moment before we can’t go back. The warmth of her skin and the smell of calm in her scent.

“You’re so beautiful.” I graze her bottom lip with my thumb and push into her, inch by inch. I kiss her forehead. Then her cheek. “You’re mine.”

The world stops when I’m completely inside her. I’m so scared of hurting her I can’t let myself fully experience the pleasure of it yet.

“Feel, okay?”

She nods. “Parker …”

“Yeah, baby?” Our noses are touching.

“I love you.”

I was right. Being inside Olivia is the greatest fucking moment of my life.

I thrust into her slowly. “I love you too. ”

Another thrust. “So.”

Then another. “Fucking.”

And another. “Much.”

Nothing too hard, I’ll know if I’ve hurt her because of the bond. There’s only the swelling pleasure as she opens up further and further. She needs to feel this love and remember it, whether she chooses to bond with me or not, because she deserves it.

I’m so lost in her. Her pleasure runs through me as something tight builds inside me the more I grind into her. This is otherworldly pleasure. It’s got to be our linked mate bond.

“Parker it’s so much.”

“I know.” I soothe her, with my lips at her ear. “But I’m made for you, baby. You can take it.”

I nudge her knee open, and she gasps as I fill her deeper. This is how it should be.

“See, we fit. It’s perfect.”

Those beautiful, perfect legs shake, and the imprints of my fingers on her thigh are the only place I’m willing to leave a mark on her today.

The only noise in the room is the sound of the bed frame creaking while I grind into her over and over. Her orgasm flush comes so quickly I almost come too.

She gasps my name in shock.

I stop. Letting her ride it out as she squeezes my cock and her pleasure floods my senses. I’m dizzy. Shaky. This is different. Of course, it is. We’re linked in ways I hadn’t realized.

I can’t imagine what this would be like with the mating bond complete.

With one arm, I haul her on top of me, still careful of her wrist that I kiss a few more times for good measure. It was so fast. I can’t last like this, so I have to make sure she’s perfectly satisfied.

“I need you to come for me again.”

Her eyes are glassy. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Don’t be a quitter, Olivia.”

Her eyes spark with defiance, and I wrap her hair around my hands, tugging and guiding her till I’m inside her again.

She’s so fucking wet. Her head falls back as her body shakes from the pleasure.

The sight of her riding my cock is what I imagine it must be like for people who freak out over art.

Because she looks like a painting created just for me.

Her orgasm is blinding as we ride the wave again, with clenched fists and soft-spoken whispers.

I have to bury my face into her hair to steady myself.

“I don’t know how long I can last like this.” I lick the sweat on her neck and nip at my mark. “Fuck. I can feel everything.”

“Everything?” She rests her forehead on mine.

“Yeah. It’s the bond I feel every sensation you feel.”

We stay connected when I spin her and pin her to the bed. I’m not done running my lips over her skin. Anywhere I can reach.

Lifting her hip with one hand, I go deeper. “See that … I know that you need me right … there. And every time I hit that spot, it’s like … I can’t think. It’s …”

We both moan, teetering on the edge. There aren’t words for it. Her eyelids flutter as I demonstrate my point, driving deeper and hitting that spot over and over.

I run my finger over her nipples, licking my lips. “And when I touch you here, your body flushes with this ache, like you want me so bad you’ll let me do anything.”

“I will,” she breathes.

Her nipple is in my mouth in seconds, and I thrust inside her. I suck on her breast, hitting that spot until we’re both seconds from coming.

“You should … finish inside me.”

My heart stutters, and my inner wolf leaps into the driver’s seat. I squeeze her, plunging deeper inside her. I’ve wanted it so bad I banned it from my thoughts because it physically hurt to think it might never happen.

“You’d like that?” I ask.

My muscles twitch with the itch of shifting when she whispers her acceptance. I leave her lying on the bed and lift her hips before placing a pillow under her lower back.

“I need you to smell like me as long as possible after this.”

“Okay. Whatever you want.” Her leg wraps around my waist, and her fingers twist in my hair. That injured hand is already feeling better.

I slip inside her again. She’s so tight and wet.

I lap at her neck where my mark is till that tension snaps, and it’s only seconds of that aching till she’s loose in my arms—spent and blissful.

My release spills inside her, and I work to ensure all my thrusts fill her just how I want.

The bed frame creaks when I grip the headboard on either side of her.

In the sobering seconds after, I track her scent for any fear, uncertainty, doubt, but she’s relaxed. She just wants me to hold her.

It’s minutes of me caressing her head before we separate. I wait for her breath to slow and her heart to calm, and show careful attention to every drop that spilled out of her, pushing it back in.

“Don’t get up. Not for a few more minutes. I’ll reserve you a bath down the hall.”

“This changes things,” she says, eyes trained on the ceiling.

Her hands rest on her chest over her heart, fingering the ends of her hair. She’s right. Having casual sex with Olivia was never going to be an option.

“Yeah … it does.” I lay my head on the pillow beside her. “You okay?”

She’s smiling when she turns to me. “As long as you don’t feel like bolting.”

“Funny I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“No urge.”

“Good. Because I’ve got a hot date tonight, which includes watching you sleep.”