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THORN

“There’s something else I’d like to do together.”

I paused when Wilder lowered his voice, straining to catch what he was saying.

I choked back a garbled question before eventually forming a sentence. “What’s that?” My voice was barely above a whisper as images of us climbing the mountains, parachuting, or perhaps something as mundane as washing dishes filled my head.

He outstretched an arm, grabbing my sweater and yanking me close. I slammed onto him, his arousal pressing on my hip. His warm breath billowed over my cheek, and he nuzzled my jaw before placing his lips on my ear.

“I’d like you to be my mate.”

I gulped. This was big. I knew it was coming—we’d already talked about it, but that didn’t change the impact of this moment. His engorged cock was enormous, but us mating was a ginormous deal. Wilder was talking about forever. I had no doubt that I wanted this shifter in my life, at my side, in the decades to come. But he was a shifter and I was human.

It hadn’t made much of a difference up until now. We laughed at the same jokes, teased one another, and ate the same food. Part A slotted into Part B just fine. But how would our shifter and human lives mesh if we marked one another?

“I know what you’re going to say.” Wilder’s eyes clouded, and he bit his bottom lip.

Oh no. No, no. Was he doubting my willingness to mate?

“I love you, and I want your mark on me.” Now it was my turn to grab him and bring him close.

“Glad to hear it, but I have to be inside you before we mate.”

“Oh no. How will we ever?—”

He flung me over his shoulder and raced up the stairs, dropping me on the bed. I bounced, and the mattress squeaked in protest. Wilder tore off his shirt and his nostrils flared. I shivered when his eyes darkened.

“I want you.” His husky voice sent shivers up and down my spine, and I fumbled with my zipper but my fingers were jelly.

“Help,” I bleated.

Wilder tugged at the zipper, and my pants and briefs vanished. He pushed the sweater up but didn’t remove it, and I didn’t have the will to take it off. But he yanked it off.

“Are you slick?”

Expecting him to plow into me, I opened my mouth, but I’d lost the power of speech. I nodded furiously, like a bobble head, and lowered my gaze to his hard cock that was jutting toward me.

“I need to check.”

Gods, was he going to shove his fingers up my ass? Or perhaps his tongue? The tongue. Please let it be the tongue.

Wilder rolled me onto my side and spread my cheeks. He teased my entrance, and I tensed, waiting for part of him to penetrate me. Cock, tongue, or fingers, I didn’t care, but I needed him inside me. Leaning over me, he whispered, “You are so slippery with slick, and I want to fuck you hard.”

He eased his finger in. No, two fingers, maybe three. He must have pushed into the first, no, second knuckle. I was so full as he pulled out and rammed them in.

My body jolted, and he paused, asking if I was okay. I giggled at the concern in his tone. His fingers were wedged in my ass and he was worried I was in pain or something.

“I’m not, but I will be if you don’t continue finger-fucking.”

He thrust in again, and I gripped around him, wanting to immobilize his fingers but also desperately needing him to keep doing what he was doing. In and out. The copious amounts of slick dribbled over my ass and thighs as he fucked me, and the musky aroma tickled my nostrils.

But Wilder removed his fingers, and I waited for his tongue or cock, but he slapped my thigh, the stinging sensation only increasing my desire. He rolled me onto my back and crawled between my thighs. He held one hand aloft, and the light caught the slick blanketing his fingers.

He tapped around his mouth and his lips glistened. He was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he circled his mouth. With our eyes locked on one another, he popped a finger between his lips, smearing them with yet more slick. Plunging his finger in and out, I panted in unison with him, lifting my hips and wishing it was Wilder’s cock in me.

He smacked his lips and licked them before offering me a taste of his second and third fingers. I lapped at the slick before he yanked them away, and his stiff length nudged my thigh. I raised my knees in anticipation of having his length buried in me. Pre-cum smeared over my thigh while goosebumps crawled over my skin, and I grabbed his dick and pumped it.

His eyes widened and he gasped, falling forward and placing his weight on his hands. He licked around my mouth, capturing the traces of slick, and plunged his tongue between my lips. Our tongues danced and dueled while I drew his cock to my entrance.

“Please,” I begged. “Thrust into me. Make me scream.”

Wilder tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Trust me,” he mumbled. “There will be screaming and thrusting.”

“Hurry up.”

Wilder peppered my jaw with kisses, but I wanted more. More as in a cock in me, rocking my world. Gripping him hard, I drew the tip into my hole and pushed while I adjusted to his girth. With our eyes locked, we panted, and I assumed the lust in Wilder’s eyes was reflected in mine.

“More.” He needed to penetrate and fill me, stretch my channel to accommodate his size.

He didn’t thrust or plow inside, rather he inched in, and as he did, my head fell back, and I pressed my fingers into his flesh.

“That feels so good.” With him impaled in my channel, I bucked my hips a little, encouraging him to move. I needed to be fucked and now!

He grinned, a sultry smile that created a knot of anticipation in my belly, before he withdrew and glanced at his cock. I raised my head, craning to see his length covered in slippery slick.

But he rammed inside me, and I squeaked, falling back onto the mattress and lifting my hips to receive him. As Wilder buried his dick deep inside me, he dipped his head and licked from my belly button to my throat, taking a detour to circle and swirl his tongue over my pointed nipple.

“Bite me,” I panted, wanting us to mate now.

“Nope.” But he grazed his teeth over the nipple, and I shivered as that delicious sensation of pleasure and pain mingled. My cock engorged further, and I draped my arms around his neck.

“Harder and faster.”

Now he plowed into me, and I yelled, “Yes!”

Outside, the wind picked up, the tempo matching my cries, and brushed a branch over the roof as my pants transformed into whimpers and moans. The mattress joined in creaking and sighing as we were cocooned in our own world, while the scent of slick blended with that of sweat.

“You’re so tight. I love being inside you.”

“Same here.” Lifting my legs, I wrapped them around him, pulling him closer and deeper into me. “And I’m not letting you go. Not ever.”

Wilder lifted one of my legs higher, adjusting the angle of my body, and he plunged in deeper. I arched my back, welcoming him. He toppled forward so he was an inch from my face, and I kept my gaze on him as I squeezed my legs around him, and he pumped into me while I trailed my fingers over his face, memorizing his expression.

I bucked my hips as I met his thrusts, and Wilder shoved his tongue between my lips, in and out, mimicking his cock and leaving me gasping for breath.

Needing an outlet because I wasn’t ready to come, I bit his tongue, and he yelped, but his eyes grew dark again, a raging lust filling them. He slammed into me, sweat dripping off his jaw and spraying over me.

Shackled together, we clung to one another as his length filled me. My breath quickened as my chest heaved, wanting to stave off the climax but also craving it.

But the orgasm didn’t give me a choice, and I clung to Wilder as my body spasmed, and I shouted, “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, baby.”

My orgasm gripped me, blurring my vision and taking control of my body. And that moment as I teetered, hovering between climaxing and not, was pure ecstasy, and I wished I could capture it before falling over the edge.

Wilder thrust into me again, and he reared his head, screaming to the goddess that I was his mate.

His knot expanded, and he held me tight as it filled me. It was a snug fit.

“I’m going to claw you. It’ll be quick, almost painless, and there’ll be a trickle of blood.”

“Do it, but I’m going to mark you at the same time.” I showed my teeth. “I’m going to bite you.”

His claws extended, and I studied the tips that would be embedded in my flesh. I needed it to hurt because mating was a never-going-back moment. We would remember this moment for the rest of our lives.

Wilder scraped his beast’s claw over the skin on my shoulder. There was a moment of intense pain that vanished almost as quickly, and I sank my teeth into his chest. He hissed as I broke the skin and then kissed the bite.

“Mate.”