Page 18 of Snatching Jackie (Wintermoon Shorts #5)

I bend down and start kissing her, diving my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself on my lips and tongue.

All the while, I keep pumping, wanting more, needing more.

She feels so fucking good around my dick.

I’ve lost all control being inside her—if it were possible, I’d live in this pussy forever.

I feel feral, possessive. My bear is happy, complete, but he’s urging me to do one more thing.

Claim her.

When I notice the now almost fully healed scar on her arm, I remember her getting shot, remember killing Kendrick, remember wanting to give him more than a quick death. No one is taking her from me. No one.

“MINE!” I yell with a loud growl, the sound more beast than man.

Jackie’s eyes fly open, concern flickering across her face. “Jabari?” she asks, as if questioning whether I’m okay.

But my eyes are focused on her neck, on the smooth column of her throat, on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder.

I can see her pulse beating there, rapid and strong, calling to me like a beacon.

The skin there looks so soft, so perfect, practically begging for my mark.

My mouth waters at the thought, my bear howling inside my mind, demanding completion of the ritual.

I bend down, my mouth hovering just above that perfect spot.

Her scent is strongest here—honey-sweet and intoxicating.

I inhale deeply, memorizing it, letting it fill my lungs.

My lips brush against her skin, feeling the heat of her and the quickening of her pulse.

I taste the salt of her sweat with my tongue, preparing the spot.

I bite down hard, my teeth breaking through the delicate skin. The metallic taste of her blood floods my mouth, and my bear roars in triumph. This is the completion of our bond, the final step in making her truly mine.

Jackie starts screaming, her back arching off the bed, her nails clawing down my back. The pain is a counterpoint to the pleasure, grounding me, keeping me present. Her body writhes beneath mine, but I hold her steady, continuing to pump my dick in and out of her while I drink from the wound.

Her blood is rich and sweet on my tongue, filled with her essence, her life force. My bear is rejoicing, howling in triumph. We’ve claimed our mate in all ways now—mind, body, soul. We are one, bound together for eternity, a gift from Mother Fate.

Gradually, Jackie stops fighting. Her screams subside into whimpers, then moans as the initial pain gives way to the pleasure of the bond forming between us.

I can feel it taking hold, wrapping around us like invisible threads, binding us together.

Her body moves with mine now, meeting each thrust. Then her climax hits again, more powerfully than before—rhythmic pulses clenching around me, milking my length as her orgasm tears through her.

This time, it’s different. This orgasm seems to hit her harder than any before, a full-body experience that makes her shake violently beneath me.

Tears start streaming down her face, tracking silvery paths along her temples and into her hair.

But I can tell from her scent—now permanently etched into my being—that she’s not crying from pain.

She’s crying from pleasure, from the overwhelming sensations she’s experiencing as our bond solidifies, as my mark becomes a permanent part of her.

I know I need to ease up, to give her a break, but claiming her while fucking her feels too good to stop.

My bear wants to keep going all night, make sure my seed is taking hold inside of her.

When my own orgasm hits me again, everything inside me shatters.

I keep pumping but slow down, exhaustion finally catching up to me.

I swipe my tongue over the wound on her neck, sealing it with my saliva, continuing to pump my release into her until I can’t anymore. Finally, I slide out of her and press my hands on the mattress on either side of her, pushing myself up to search her face.

Jackie weakly reaches up and runs her hand over my chest. “You bit me,” she whispers, before slowly passing out.

I climb off her and go grab a towel, dampening it in the sink. I return to the bed and gently clean the blood from her neck, being as careful as possible not to wake her. I place the towel in the hamper, then pick up her sleeping body and reposition her on the bed so that she’s comfortable.

Climbing back into bed with her, I make sure to stay close, and pull the blanket over her while she sleeps. My bear craves a celebratory hunt, but there’s no way I’m leaving her. I’ll stay close to her until the sun rises, my excitement bubbling inside me.

I’m eager for her to meet Silas, and Jewel, who I can sense is already planning to stop by to welcome our newest member. Wintermoon has so much to offer her, and beyond that, there’s Axel clan—she’s met Tristian, but my other cousins are going to love her.

Jackie stirs in her sleep, and I pull her against me, wanting to feel her warmth. So many plans, so many memories I intend to make with her. My bear starts to complain again about hunting.

“Shut up! We will go on our hunt, but let me enjoy this moment,” I tell him , “We have her, our beautiful mate.”

Jackie moans and shifts, then mumbles, “Don’t tell me to shut up.”

I chuckle, gently rubbing her back. “Not you, baby. Never you. I was talking to my bear.”

She begins to snore softly, and it’s the most adorable sound I’ve ever heard. A sound I get the privilege of hearing for the rest of my life.