Chapter 12. The Marked

Breathing hard, sweating, my pussy aching, I cried out, orgasming again to his thrusts. I don’t think he was meant to have me more than once, but I couldn’t help it, the need for him ran deeper than either of us had expected. He was just as weak as me. I pushed him off me, straddling his waist as he grinned and lifted me, helping me put him at my entrance. He lowered me onto him as I gasped and he growled, his claws growing out for the fourth time. He cursed and pulled them back in with a clenched jaw, but it had me laughing, reaching for his damp face, my own just as wet. My hair stuck to my neck, to my face, but I didn’t care. I’d hydrate after. Whenever that was. I kissed him, lifting myself on him then sliding back down, my core burning alive, the insatiable need demanding even more. I quickened my pace and sat up, gripping his chest for leverage, riding him like I had read I was meant to. I could barely breathe through the hurricane we had created together. It was messy, passionat