Page 92 of Wild Games

The challenge in her voice snaps the very last thread of my control, so I surge forward, crowding her against the wall before she can take another step. My hands bracket her face, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones, as I stare down at her.

"You want to know what I'm going to do?" My voice comes out rough, more growl than words. "I'm going to mark you. Make you mine, in every way that matters. Until everyone who looks at you knows exactly who you belong to."

Her breath catches, but her eyes stay defiant. "Big words. But we're standing in a hallway where anyone could…"

I cut her off with a kiss that's all hunger and possession.

She melts into me immediately, hands fisting in my shirt to pull me closer.

When I nip at her bottom lip, she opens for me with a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.

"My room," I manage between kisses. "Now."

We stumble down the basement stairs, unable to keep our hands off each other. I press her against the wall halfway down, needing to taste her neck, that spot where my mark will go.

She tilts her head, giving me access, and I groan at her submission.

"Jax," she gasps as I suck at her pulse point, before she swallows back the noise, embarrassed at how wanton she sounds, but I fucking love it.

I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Let them all know you're mine."

The familiar space feels different now, charged with anticipation. This is where everything changes.

I set her down slowly, letting her body slide against mine. We're both breathing hard, eyes locked onto each others as the weight of what's about to happen settles over us.

She reaches up and frames my face with her hands. "Mark me, Jax. Make me yours."

The last of my restraint shatters, and I claim her mouth again, pouring everything I feel into the kiss. My hands roam her body, relearning every curve through her clothes. Not enough. Need skin.

We tear at each other's clothes with desperate efficiency. Her shirt goes first, then mine. And I barely get her bra off before my mouth is on her breasts, worshipping each one with lips and tongue, until she's writhing against me.

"Too many clothes," she pants, shoving at my jeans.

We strip completely, clothes now scattered across the floor. When she stands before me naked, I take a moment just to look at her. Mine. All of this beauty, this strength, this fierce spirit, is mine.

"You're staring," she says, but there's heat in her eyes.

"You're perfect." I pull her against me, skin to skin.

I walk her backward to the bed then lay her down with more gentleness than I feel. My wolf is howling, demanding we claim her, but I want to savour this. Worship every inch of her before we change everything forever.

Starting at her ankles, I kiss my way up her legs. By the time I reach her inner thighs, she's trembling. I can smell her arousal, see how wet she is for me, and when I finally taste her, she cries out, fingers tangling in my hair.

"Jax, please…"

I work her with lips and tongue until she's right on the edge, then pull back. She makes a sound of frustration that turns into a gasp when I crawl up her body before settling between her thighs.

"I need you," she says, pulling me down for a kiss. "Need you inside me when you do it."

I line myself up and push in slowly, watching her face. At the way her eyes flutter closed, at how her mouth falls open.

I'll never get tired of this. Of her.

"Look at me," I demand, starting to move.

She meets my gaze, and the love I see there nearly undoes me. I pick up the pace, angling to hit the spot that makes her gasp, and her nails dig into my shoulders, legs wrapping around me to pull me deeper.

"That's it," I encourage as she starts to tighten around me. "Come for me. I want to feel you come as I mark you."