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He firmed his grip on her when she began to shake and shove
her hips back into him. She tossed her head aggressively and snarled and fresh
sweat broke out on her back. Cutler inhaled sharply, breathing in the scent of
his mate’s cresting hunger. He’d never smelled anything so intoxicating and he
punched his hips forward, sinking his swollen cock into her so hard and fast
that her back bowed under the impact. When Fina cried out and her tight sheath
bore down on him in crushing, rhythmic pulses, Cutler’s wolf leaned over her,
bit her shoulder and punctured her skin.

Fina groaned then yelped. Her body twitched even as her
pussy continued to grip and milk him hard. He tasted her blood and his wolf
roared its triumph. She was marked. She was his. Savagely, Cutler drove into
Fina’s upturned pussy and let the pleasure inside him build. The base of his
spine then his balls tingled. Tissue and muscle prepared to release his seed.
Throwing his head back, Cutler groaned when his testicles drew up hard and
tight then began to pulse.

He cried out at the first painful spasm. His virile seed
shot up and out, flooding Fina’s pussy, seeping into her womb. Spasm after
spasm rocked him and he groaned with each one, lost to the unspeakable pleasure
of his orgasm, mindlessly spilling himself inside his mate.

When the ecstasy began to fade, leaving him sated and
happier than he’d ever remembered being, Cutler gently licked the punctures in
Fina’s shoulder.

She dropped to her chest when her arms wouldn’t support her
any more, turned her head to the side and breathed hard. The head of Cutler’s
penis was very large inside her and instinct told him it would be several
minutes before he’d be able to withdraw it. She flinched away from his mouth
then relaxed with a determined exhalation when his saliva—the same saliva that
now ran through her veins and marked her as his—soothed her and sped her
healing.

Cutler stared up at the dark ceiling about an hour before he
needed to get up for work. He cradled the slight, warm body lying next to him
and curled a length of Fina’s silky hair around his finger. Inhaling deeply,
Cutler filled his lungs with the scents that had kept him from sleep all night
long.

His mate.

Cutler’s wolf sniffed her at the same time and growled with
pleasure. Content, it returned to sleep easily. Cutler wished he could say the
same for himself. Fina was marked, his, but she hadn’t marked him. It wasn’t in
his nature to feel rattled yet anxiety clawed at him. She didn’t have to mark
him right away and he cautioned himself against forcing her. Still, he felt
uneasy without the evidence of her claiming flowing through his veins.

He tightened his hold on her, squeezing just hard enough to
make her uncomfortable. Fina woke up with a grunt.

“Morning, honey,” he breathed into her hair. “Sleep well?”

Fina glared up at him. Some internal clock told her it was
early and he was cheating her out of at least an hour of sleep. Suddenly she
didn’t mind so much when she realized Cutler’s yummy body was pressed against
hers, they were both naked and, if she wasn’t mistaken, that was a very large,
very tasty morning erection tenting the sheets over his loins. She ran her hand
over his heavily muscled chest, dragged the linens down, caressed his abdominals
then cupped his balls gently.

Cutler hissed then rolled his body into her touch. She
caressed the heavy, pendulant orbs thoughtfully. It seemed she could sense
Cutler’s mood, his need, more clearly this morning. Instinct told her it was
because he’d marked her. His essence was part of her. She also knew she hadn’t
marked him.

Something had held her back—fear, maybe, or disbelief—but
Fina knew she could no longer afford to waffle. It wasn’t that Cutler
frightened her. How could her mate’s touch frighten her? Fina was simply too
wounded by what had happened in Tennessee to give herself fully to him. He’d
seemed convinced that, in time, she’d claim him but that was an Alpha for
you…decide quickly and charge ahead. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.

What she couldn’t shrug off was the surety that she and Ryan
needed Cutler. On levels she could identify and, disturbingly, on levels she
couldn’t. They needed an irrevocable bond between her and this Alpha to secure
their safety…even if Fina no longer felt safe about so many things. Making up
her mind, she slid down Cutler’s powerful body, moving her lips over his
surprisingly soft skin and the deep undulations of his muscles. She dragged her
breasts over his ribs then snuggled into him when she licked his navel. Cutler
seemed to like that and he held back her hair so he could watch.

They’d shared a cursory wash last night before falling back
into bed to sleep so when Fina ran her tongue around the thick cap of Cutler’s
erection, she tasted only skin and warmth with a hint of salt to perk up her
taste buds. Cutler growled and rocked his hips forward and she watched a drop
of pre-cum form on the tip. She licked it away, prepared to make a show of
enjoying his taste, then found she didn’t have to.

Cutler smiled hesitantly. “You don’t have—” he started to
say but she silenced him by taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Sucking
gently, swirling the smooth back of her tongue around his girth, Fina kept her
eyes on Cutler’s. He groaned his appreciation and didn’t look away.

Still holding her hair back, he watched with rapt interest
as Fina released the head to move her lips down his shaft, nibbling at him
gently. She licked him slowly and sensuously and his hips rocked like they had
a mind of their own.

Inside his forebrain, Cutler’s wolf howled and panted. His
mate licked his balls with singular focus until her saliva pooled at the base
of his ass, then kissed her way back up his rod. Fina showed no great skill at
fellatio but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm and that blew Cutler
away. Enthusiasm couldn’t be faked and they had years ahead of them for
technical improvement. He couldn’t wait to start.

She swirled her tongue around the head, dug into the slit
like she was rooting for more of his taste then swallowed him slowly, as much
as she could, and began a slow up and down movement with her head.

“
Damn,
” Cutler groaned and dropped his head back. He
touched her jaw and resisted the urge to lift his hips and force his cock
deeper into her mouth. The tingling started at the base of his spine and he
balked. “Stop, Fina. I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

She made a quiet sound of understanding and her tongue,
pressed against his shaft, vibrated. Cutler hissed and pushed her away gently. “Stop,
honey. Now,” he groaned and dragged her body back up the bed. He kissed her and
slipped his fingers between her legs.

Fina welcomed his touch, rolled into it and lifted her knee
so he could touch her freely. With his mouth on hers, exploring her hotly,
Cutler petted Fina’s cleft and sifted through her soft, clinging curls.

“Damn you’re wet,” he breathed as his finger slid through
her cream. “Is it just me or do you always wake up this horny?”

Fina grinned and touched his rod, which was digging into her
thigh. “It’s you and apparently I’m not the only one.”

Cutler grinned in wry agreement. “Hmm. Maybe we should do
something about that.”

“Maybe we should,” Fina taunted with a whisper and lifted
her mouth to his. She relaxed and let Cutler’s talented fingers arouse her.
After several minutes of devoted petting and deep, wet kissing, her loins
rocked in time with his strokes and her thighs were smeared with her juices.
Like Cutler had the night before, Fina didn’t ask—she sat up, straddled him and
held the tip of his rod to her pussy.

Confident and determined, Fina lowered her body onto Cutler’s,
letting his thick arousal fill her slowly.

Cutler groaned and held her breasts, hefting their weight
and strumming her nipples with his thumbs. He squeezed gently and lifted his
head to watch her body swallow him up in a slow, jerky slide. She stopped once,
midway, caught her breath and eased back up before moving back down. Cutler let
her take him at her own pace. He let her needs dictate the cadence of their
loving…loved her for taking him so openly and confidently.

He’d never tell her, never mention them to her again, but
none of his other lovers had taken him with confidence. Oh they’d talked a good
game and swung their hips to catch his eye and tease him into fucking them.
They’d touched him aggressively and peeled off their clothes quickly but when
it came down to it, they’d rolled onto their backs and let their Alpha take
what he wanted. In the past that had served his needs. None of the women in his
pack were as strong as him…nowhere near it. Fucking them had been quick,
mutually satisfying and without emotional strings. They’d fucked him because he
was Alpha, not because he was Cutler. Until Fina came into his life he hadn’t
realized how much he’d longed for more.

He bit back a groan when Fina’s loins settled onto his. He
wrapped his hands around her slight hips and rocked her back and forth, knowing
it would feel as good to her as it did to him. When she leaned forward he felt
the weight of her breasts and the silken curls of her hair settle on his chest
and he gasped when her sheath tipped his cock up and tightened its hold on him
until he found it hard to breathe.

Fina began to lift her hips in a slow, rocking rhythm and
Cutler gasped in pleasure. He wondered what the coroner would list as his cause
of death because if she kept this up his sexy little mate would kill him for
sure. He wrapped his hands around her ass and helped her move against him
despite the danger to his long-term health.

Sitting up slowly, Fina experimented with Cutler’s body and
let him pierce her from every angle she could manage. She rolled, bent, ground
and rocked. She’d never felt so powerful, so sure of her ability to arouse and
enthrall and the look on Cutler’s face told her he loved everything she did.
The only time his pleasure dimmed was when she paused to catch her breath. He’d
wrap his big hands around her ribs or hips, encourage her to continue then
growl his approval when she did. Fina put her hands on his chest and used the
leverage for balance when she slowly rotated her hips. His hair felt crisp and
damp between her fingers. His thick pectorals rose and fell quickly and she
heard the beating of his heart speed up.

She looked down at Cutler’s body and forgot to breathe. He
was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen—if something so blatantly male
could be called beautiful. He was powerful, sculpted virility. Desire clenched
her insides at the sight of him, bathed her in heat and made her nipples ache.
When he slid his hand between their bodies to rub her clit Fina gasped, arched
into his touch and let the pleasure roll through her.

She’d made up her mind. She knew what she needed to do. The
wanting
to do it would come in time. Her wolf was sure of that. Fina didn’t have the
luxury of second-guessing and she bounced up and down on Cutler’s shaft with
single-minded determination. When he snarled, when his eyes squeezed shut and
his hips lifted jerkily to hers…when his cock got very hard and very large
inside her, Fina leaned forward, bared her teeth and bit his chest.

Cutler howled. His hips surged up and he would have sent
Fina crashing to the floor except he was holding on to her too tightly to knock
her off. His eyes snapped open and she felt his enthrallment, along with a
measure of disbelief. He winced and howled again when her teeth broke his skin.
Warm saliva seeped into the wound and he came. Punching his hips up hard and
fast, Cutler flooded Fina’s body with his seed. His balls seemed overfull and
kept pumping stream after stream into her. She felt pain and pleasure rock him,
possess him, as he snarled and thrashed.

Cutler’s orgasm left him mindless yet more complete than he’d
ever been. Blinking, he realized the tearing in his chest had stopped. Fina was
now riding him hard and fast. Her pussy convulsed around him. Claiming him as
her mate had triggered her orgasm and he rubbed his fingers against her clit,
dragging her release out as long as he could. When the hard spasms in her body
finally eased, Cutler slid his hand away from her, wrapped his arms around her
and held her tight.

A single tear slid out from beneath his lashes when she
lifted her head and began to gently lick the wound on his chest.

“Hey, Ryan,” the big cop called out enthusiastically then
scooped the skinny six year old up by the ankles. He spun Ryan around
carefully, avoiding the desks and the other police officers in the station
house. “The sheriff said you’d be dropping by.”

Ryan giggled helplessly. “
Wally,
” he squealed with
more excitement than protest then giggled again. Officer Wally Pierce was only
twenty-three, belying his humongous size, and played like he was still a kid
instead of a responsible, respected law-enforcement officer.

“Hey,” Wally scolded with a grin. “That’s Officer Pierce to
you, short stuff.” He hoisted Ryan up high and the child’s small body sailed
over Officer Suzanne Young’s coifed blonde head. Laughing, she reached out and
tickled Ryan’s ribs when his momentum slowed.

Fina closed the station door behind her and smiled as she
watched Cutler’s men stop everything they’d been doing to fuss over Ryan.
Biting back a grin of satisfaction, she recognized the signs of acceptance,
almost deference, they exhibited toward their Alpha’s surrogate son. Ryan’s
place and safety were assured.

“Hey, Miss Whitesage.” Sergeant Anderson tipped his head in
her direction. He wasn’t as tall as Wally and was maybe twenty years older.

“Hello, Sergeant,” she called out politely and stepped
farther into the station house. He unlatched the little gate beside the long
front desk and stood to one side, holding the barrier open for her to walk
through. When she moved past him, he sniffed her. It was discreet, polite and
might have gone unnoticed. Fina was paying attention. He was the first of
Cutler’s pack members she’d come in contact with after last night’s mating.
Before today he’d always called her Fina. “Sheriff Cutler invited Ryan and me
to lunch,” she said conversationally.

“At the café. Yes ma’am.” The thickly muscled werewolf with
the slight middle-age spread nodded. When he released the gate, his hand moved
to the side of his head like he was touching the brim of a cap in deference to
her. He grinned. “Sheriff Cutler told us to expect you.”

She’d met Cutler’s day shift desk sergeant twice before. He
was a nice man. His wife was an absolute joy. He’d never shown her this much
overt respect before. Huh. So this was what it felt like to be top bitch.

“Hey, Ryan,” Cutler boomed from his office. He stepped into
the main area of the station, fastening his gunbelt and grinning crookedly. “How’d
you get way up there?”

Ryan was now perched on Wally’s shoulders and gripping the
young officer’s head as they spun around.

“Hey, Cutler,” Ryan managed to gasp out between giggles.

“You know if he pukes up his lunch later I’m taking it out
of your hide, Wally,” Cutler chastised the young officer gruffly. His crooked
grin took the sting out of his words.

“Oh. Um, sorry, Sheriff.” Wally grunted, set Ryan down on
his feet and held him by the shoulders until the grinning six year old stopped
wobbling.

When he’d regained his balance, Ryan ran to Cutler,
launching himself at the big Alpha. Cutler bent down, picked Ryan up easily and
balanced him on the hip without the gun holster. Cutler nodded at Fina but his
eyes were intense, expectant, as they looked her over. When he turned away it
was a slow, almost telegraphed movement as he deliberately left the new top
bitch alone with members of her pack for the first time.