With a cry I wanted to hear over and over again, Abby wrapped her arms around my head and held me to her, her hips bucking against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust as the pleasure of my bite pushed her into another orgasm.

Her pussy muscles spasmed around my hard length. Hot. Tight. So fucking tight as her orgasm rolled into another. And another. I knew she would not stop coming until I pulled my fangs from her body, until I let her go.

Fuck. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.

My essence poured into her bloodstream, into her cells, my bite marking her, healing her. Making her mine. My scent would be in her very blood. Her skin.

My mate.

She came again, her voice a choked whimper as she said my name.

“Cormac. God. Holy shit.”

I was no god, had no resistance when it came to her. Her pleasure engulfed me, and my cock stiffened. Swelled. Release came hard and fast in a painful torment of twisting muscle and raw bliss. I pumped harder as I filled her with my seed. I could not hold my bite as heat swept through me like a fire just beneath my skin. I pulled back my fangs even as I burned. I ached. I had never felt anything like this.

My female sank her tiny teeth into my chest, the bite shooting fire straight to my balls. Gods. I was fucked. Finished.

I wanted her to devour me until I had nothing left.

Abby

We laid together in a tangle on the floor, both of us panting and limp. He was huge, his weight making it hard to get enough air.

Or maybe my struggle was caused by the gagillion orgasms I’d just had.

God, I was going to have to start jogging or something because there was no way I would give up more of this. Of him.

And the bite? Holy hell. Even better than the dream I’d had at the processing center.

Way better.

Cormac wrapped me in his arms and rolled us until I was sprawled across his chest. His cock was still buried deep, my core pulsing with little aftershocks that felt like they might never stop.

I lifted one hand and looked at my palm. It was covered in smears of whatever paint Cormac had on his face and neck. So were my arms. I grinned, figuring I probably had the smears on my face from kissing him…and on my breasts, my stomach and my thighs from him kissing me.

Mentally shrugging because I really didn’t care if we were a total mess, I placed my hand over his chest and snuggled my cheek under his chin, listening to his heart beating. It was hammering fast, just like mine.