Page 87 of The Vampire Kingpin

He peeled my leggings and panties down and helped me off with my shoes and socks. Next went my shirt. No bra, since Spider liked me without it.

Now I was naked, while he was fully clothed. Maybe we were playing at being master and thrall, but we were both invested in the fantasy, and acting it out in his office had made me so turned on I would’ve begged if he’d required it.

He guided me down onto the smooth gray surface of the desk again. I quivered, expecting another spank. Instead, he dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to the curve of my ass where it was warm and probably pink from his smacks. He teased me with a finger, then his tongue, then twisted so his head was between my thighs and started eating me out, his finger toying with my puckered hole.

Waves of pleasure flooded me, one after another. I babbled something and pressed against the desk, arching my back, half of me trying to get closer, half of me trying to escape. He gripped my butt cheeks and kept me where I was. Sharp teeth sank into my inner thigh next to my pussy, taking a tiny sip.

“Fu-uck,” I keened, and went up on my toes as an orgasm smashed into me like a wrecking ball, taking me apart so that it felt like pieces of me ended up all over the room.

When I came back to myself, I was lying on the table, my cheek and breasts pressed to the cold metal.

Spider rose to his feet. “Turn over.”

I sucked in a breath and obeyed, watching as he reached behind his shoulders and dragged off his T-shirt in a single smooth, hot-as-fuck move. Then his pants and boxers were around his ankles and he was in me again, his hands pressing my wrists to the desk on either side of my head, his powerful body covering mine.

My pieces reassembled into a woman who felt so incredibly lucky. If I hadn’t moved to New York… If Grimclaw hadn’t sucked at being an alpha… If I’d refused to steal Spider’s dagger…

Spider shoved into me, slamming me against the unforgiving metal. Then he did it again, and again.

It was raw and erotic and wild, and made me feel so wanted.

No, not just wanted. Necessary.

His gaze caught mine. “Who do you belong to?”

I tightened my thighs on him. “You.”

“That’s right.” He pushed me again, then did this twist with his hips that made me gasp. “And I’m never, ever letting you go.”

“No,” I said, climbing toward another orgasm.

“Mine,” he said.

“Yours,” I said.

And in that moment, the mate bond snapped into place, pulling us together, stronger than anything I’d ever known.

Yeah, we’d speak the words, make it formal. Throw a party, celebrate with our friends.

But we were already mates. The bond was real, and it was ours.