The kiss was deep and desperate, our tongues twining and tasting, our moans chorusing together. Khell worked me on his length, from his tip down to his base, filling me and fucking me until my entire body, my heartbeat, seemed to pulse in time with his rhythm.

"I love you," he gasped, pulling away. "I'm going to tease you and torture you and chase you and claim you for the rest of our lives."

I buried my laugh against his throat, scratching his back with one hand and twisting his braid around my palm with the other. My knees dug into the mattress of our lovely nest, and I joined him in the riding and grinding union of our bodies. Our pants and groans and breathless cries grew loud and rushed in my ears.

Khell's hands clasped around my hips as he rose up to his knees, holding me in midair, thrusts reaching deep, skin clapping hard. I moaned into his neck, heard his gasp as I yanked on his braid and dug my nails into his back. His claws gripped my ass, tusks scratching my shoulder, stav swelling to the size of a fist and pounding inside of me with every stroke of his cock.

"I'm going to fuck you until you come screaming on my cock, and then put you over my knee and turn your ass red for making me wait to hear you say that," Khell growled. "Say it again."

"I love you. My mate. I'm yours," I babbled, not sure which part he wanted, my voice bouncing with his forceful fucking.

Khell snarled promises, a wicked plethora of the things he would do for me, and I begged for more and repeated the words.

I love you. My mate. I'm yours.

"We're going to stay here until I'm satisfied," Khell purred in my ear, licking the shell and then pinching the lobe with his tusk and lip. "And petal, I won't be satisfied for days."

I whined and sucked on his throat, trying to push my desperation into Khell so he would finish me off. My teeth were scratching his skin the way he often did to me, and my jaw ached with the need to bite down, like I'd become as much a beast as I teased Khell for being.

"I love you, mate," he whispered.

And then he tilted just so and the pound and stroke of his cock and stav dug inside of me, setting off the explosive chain reaction I'd been begging for. I did scream, just as Khell had said I would, tightening and bearing down on the pleasure.

My scream was feral, my hands rough on Khell, and he roared as the tease of my teeth became brutal.

I'd bit him.

I'd bitten Khell!