Page 75 of The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate
“Yours.” She is panting. “Yours! Lucas, you absolute—”
I drive into her brutally, and she breaks off on a cry. I do it again. Again. I find the rhythm that makes her clench around me every time, and I stay with it. Her hands are clawing at my back, and her mouth has fallen open. My wolf is so close to the surface, I can feel him snarling behind my teeth.
She bites my shoulder. Hard. Hard enough that I feel the skin break. The sting rips a snarl out of me, and my hips slam into hers in response. She sobs with it, her thighs tightening around my waist.
I can feel her cresting. The bond is showing me everything. Her pleasure stacking under my own, the heat winding tightin her belly, the way her nerves are lit up everywhere I have touched her.
My wolf surges.
I feel him before I understand him. He is at the front of my chest, his attention fixed on the soft place at the side of her throat—and the word forming in him is not one I have permission to act on.
Mine.
I try to pull back. The beast is too close to the surface. The need to mark her is rising in me like a tide, and I cannot get my head above it, cannot find the part of me that has spent a lifetime saying no to exactly this. My wolf is in my teeth. I can feel his snarl shaping behind my own.
She squeezes around me one more time, fiercely and possessively, and that is what breaks me.
The mating instinct floods through before I have a chance to stop it. My whole body tightens. My canines lengthen against my will. A second of clarity rips through the haze, sharp and cold.
No. Not this. Not her.
I try to lift my head off her throat.
I cannot. My wolf has the reins.
“Sienna…” I get her name out, the sound ragged. “Sienna!”
“Lucas…” She is right at the edge. Her hand twists in my hair, her body trembling underneath mine. “Lucas, I’m—”
My teeth sink into her neck.
The scream that tears out of her is unlike anything I have ever heard. Her body arcs up under mine and clenches around me so hard, I see white at the edges of my vision. The bond does not crack open between us—it detonates. Every wall I have ever held against her comes down at once. I feel her in every nerve I have. The shock of the bite, the brightness of her orgasm, the way her pleasure is feeding back into mine in a loop that never seems to end.
I follow her over, with my teeth still in her throat and a sound coming out of me that is more wolf than human. The mark forms, hot under my mouth. The bond sings between us so loudly that I can feel it in my ribs.
I release her throat slowly. My tongue passes over the mark without my permission, sealing it. She is shaking under me. Her chest is heaving. Her hand has gone slack in my hair.
I lift my head.
She is looking up at me with her pupils blown, her mouth swollen, her hair spread across the pillow. Her hand drifts up and presses against my jaw, half there, half not. She does not say anything about the mark. I do not think she has registered what has happened. Her body is still pulsing around me. Her heart is hammering against my chest.
I should be horrified.
And I am. Somewhere underneath this. Somewhere underneath the bond singing and her body still gripping mine and the heat of her body against mine, I am horrified at what I have just done.
The wolf is not horrified. The wolf is rumbling in satisfaction.
I lower my mouth down to Sienna’s. I kiss her. She kisses me back like she is still trying to win something, her teeth catching at my lower lip.
I am still hard inside her. She feels it. Her gaze sharpens. Her hand fists in my hair again.
I press my forehead to hers. I cannot make the words come out smoothly. My voice is still rough and low. “We’re not done.”
Her breath hitches.
I kiss her again. Slowly this time. I let my mouth open against hers, let my tongue slide against hers, let the kiss go deep and dark and hungry. My hand cups her jaw. My thumb traces the corner of her mouth. The kiss is still possessive, but the edge hassoftened, and she makes a small sound into it that is not one of anger. It’s different now. Closer to surrender.
I do not stop kissing her as I start to move inside her again.
