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Rough fingers close over my nipple, tugging lightly, and my hips instinctively roll back against Conall’s body. He grunts and thrusts his other arm between my waist and the mattress, curving down to cup my mound. His other hand moves from my breast to my throat, fingers cupping the front of my neck with a firm touch.

“Lift your leg and put it over mine,” he murmurs next to my ear.

I shiver at the rumbling rasp of his voice but comply. Raising my left leg, I move it back to rest my knee on his thigh. He growls again, the low sound vibrating against my shoulders. His knee comes up, lifting my leg and opening me wide, his finger immediately delving inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, and my face flushes at the wet sounds caused by his touch. The sound of his finger moving inside me is lewd and arousing.

I’m barely awake, but I’m already soaking wet.

“Hmmm. My sweet little mate is needy this morning,” he whispers, withdrawing his fingers.

I whimper, about to beg for his hand back, but I don’t have a chance because he angles his hips and begins to press his cock inside me. In this position, it’s a tight squeeze, so I arch my back, urging him to fill me fully. Between his hands and the guttural timbre of his voice, I can’t focus on anything else.

His damp fingers move to my clit, circling it in slow, steady strokes. My hips jerk as his cock bottoms out in my channel, nudging a place inside of me that has even more wetness gathering between my legs.

“Is my mate going to come for me?” he asks, nuzzling the side of my throat with his nose.

I reach back, digging my nails into the side of his ass as the pleasure increases. “Yes. Faster. Please.” My thoughts are little more than a single word at a time, and it’s almost impossible to find my voice.

His fingers move faster at my clit, pressing harder, and my thighs begin to tremble.

“Conall,” I whisper, arching my back more.

He squeezes my throat a bit tighter, cutting off my air for a few moments, before relaxing and letting me breathe. Then, he does it again. And again.

The fourth time, my entire body locks down beneath his hand and around his cock. If I had the air, I would be screaming at the intensity of the climax. My hips buck backward, slamming against his hips as my pussy spasms around his cock.

Conall snarls, a vicious sound muffled by my hair, and yanks me harder onto his cock, driving himself deeper. The bed rocks and creaks beneath the force of our movements. It’s brutal, and it hurts, but in the most pleasurable way.

“You. Are. Mine,” he groans, his sharp teeth skating over the flesh of my neck.

He pauses, his canines poised on my throat as if he’s about to bite me. Instinctively, I tilt my head to the side, baring more of my skin to him, but he doesn’t take advantage. Instead, he sucks my skin into his mouth, obviously intent on leaving a mark.

I’m gasping and writhing on his cock as he slams into me a final time and holds perfectly still.

“Conall!” I cry out.

Another vicious snarl vibrates, this one against my neck, and chills erupt on my skin. I’m no longer frightened by the idea of his bite. I want to feel his teeth sink into my skin.

For him to mark me.

Own me.

But I am afraid of what it will mean for both of us if he gives in.

“Wait,” I whisper, reaching an arm back to cup the back of his head with my hand. “Don’t bite me yet.”

His arms wrap around me tightly, pinning me against him. Tension runs through his muscles, making them tremble, before he finally relaxes. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “I was on the verge of losing control. I would have regretted it if you were upset.”

I stroke his hair, enjoying the feeling of the sleek strands between my fingers. “I’m not saying no permanently. Just for now. We’ve only known each other for a few days,” I clarify.

“My human side understands completely,” he says. “But my wolf won’t stop demanding we claim you.”

“Listen, Sir Wolf, you tell him that he needs to be patient and wait until I’m ready.”

Conall chuckles, nuzzling my neck once again, this time without teeth.

“You said until I’m ready. That means you’ve already begun to accept me.”

I give his hip a light smack. “Hush.”