Page 160 of Kingly Bitten

I panted, the exertion of his power and strength a brand to my being, forcing me to comply and meet him move for move.

That sensual part of me—the one he’d awakened—woke up and stretched.

My inner animal.

The wolf I would never be allowed to see.

She only existed inside my spirit, but she recognized this male as her equal. Her mate. Her other half.

She urged me to bite him.

To sink my teeth into his neck and mark him for everyone to see.

Do it, he encouraged, catching the need inside my mind.Bite me, Calina. And I’ll return the favor.

My insides burned at the prospect, not just from the thought of tasting him but also from the knowledge of how his bite made me feel.

I stopped thinking. I acted. My tongue traced the masculine line of his throat to his muscular shoulder. Then I bit down as hard as I could, my soul rejoicing at the bold claim.

My male.

Yours,he agreed, his fingers suddenly in my hair as he held me to him. His pace had slowed, his torso tense against me as though he was fighting his impending pleasure.

I wanted to drive him over the edge like he always did to me.

But I sensed his need to wait. His desire to make me come again before he exploded. And his intention to flip me and fuck me from behind soon after.

There would be soap first.

A quick rinse.

Then an animalistic fucking as he let his beast free and mounted me the way he desired.

I quivered at the prospect, the thought alone tightening my abdominal muscles and making my insides clench around him. His fingers remained in my hair as his opposite hand left my hip to venture to the sweet spot between my thighs.

All it took was one thrum of a finger against my clit to send me sky-high into an oblivion littered with blinking stars.

He drew the pleasure out of me, playing my body with a skill only he possessed, lengthening my bliss until he joined me in the exquisite agony of orgasmic rapture.

I shook, screamed, and cried, the sensations too much with his enchanting blood on my tongue, his thickness penetrating me deeply, his seed claiming me from the inside.

My vision began to blacken.

But his teeth in my neck yanked me back to the present as I tumbled into yet another spiral of intensity that destroyed my ability to think.

He remained inside me as he soaped us up.

He kept us connected intimately while he washed my hair.

He held me against the wall, using the shower sprayer to find the right angles and motions.

I watched him work, my eyelids heavy, my body useless.

But ripples of pleasure continued to warm me inside, my being already revitalizing and preparing for more.

He was still hard.

His silvery eyes were still darkened with wicked intent.