City Wolves: Paranormal Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance Bundle (Master of the City / Mistress of the City) (28 page)
Authors: Mina Carter
“You give yourself to me? To be mine now and always?” he asked. It was too late, but the fact he asked cracked the last defense around her heart. She loved him. Completely and utterly. And not just because he could make her come with a few touches and a drawl of her name.
“Always,” she whispered.
He struck.
Pain flared, dragging a cry from her lips as agony enveloped her body, but it was shortlived. Almost instantly, her climax broke over her, exploded through her body like a star going supernova and obliterating all else. She tried to suck a breath into lungs that no longer processed oxygen. Instead, her body ran on pure pleasure. It raced rampant through her, over her skin, through her veins. Invaded every skin cell in one perfect moment.
He growled, fangs still buried in her shoulder and his cock clamped in the vise of her pussy. His thrusts sped up. Pressing her down under him on the table as her orgasm washed through her in pleasure-inducing waves, he took her hard. Cock piston-like in the sheath of her slick cunt, he chased his own release.
It didn’t take long. Her pussy throbbed around him, tightening with each long roll of her own release and within seconds he disengaged his fangs. His breathing was ragged as he slammed into her harder, the sensation almost too much for her. Then he thrust one last time, bellowing as he buried himself and stiffened. His body shook behind her, as though every muscle pulled taut. Hands hard on her hips, he held her still. His cock pulsed, pumping his hot seed against her inner walls.
Their breathing rasped, the only sound in the room, as they both recovered. The storm of pleasure died down to ripples and then eased, leaving her with a feeling of satisfaction. Her limbs shook, weak after the sensations and energy he’d wrought from her.
“That was…” she murmured, hands flat on the table as she pushed herself up.
She’d never…never felt anything like that. Ever. Reaching a hand to her neck, she felt the marks of his possession written into her skin. The wound had already healed, cauterized by her hellhound’s touch. She couldn’t wait to see the mark in the mirror. A visual sign to all she was his.
“Perfect. That was perfect.” His voice was back to normal, albeit raspy with his recent release. Strong arms wrapped around her again, pulling her back against him into his embrace. His lips brushed against the mark on her shoulder. Gently. Reverently. “You were perfect. I love you, Reena. Have since the first moment I saw you, and now you’re all mine.”
“I am. I always was. And I always will be.” She smiled, tilting her head back to rest against his broad shoulder and breathed a sigh of contentment. “I love you, too. Man, wolf, or hellhound, doesn’t matter. To me, you’re just…mine.”
The End (For now…)
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Mina Carter is a
New York Times & USA Today
bestselling author of romance in many genres. She lives in the UK with her husband, daughter, and a bossy cat.
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