She shivers as I press a kiss to our mating mark, still fresh enough to be sensitive. Through our bond, her arousal spikes, matching my own. “Kieran…”
“I love how you say my name.” Sliding my hands under her shirt, I trace patterns on her soft skin. “I love how you respond to my touch. Love feeling exactly what I do to you through our bond.”
Her breath hitches as I cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. “That’s not fair,” she gasps. “Using the bond to figure out exactly what drives me crazy.”
“All’s fair in love and mating.” I growl playfully, nipping at her ear. Through our connection, I feel how much she loves when I get possessive. “Besides, you can feel what you do to me too. How hard I get just looking at you. How much I want to claim you over and over again until you can’t walk straight.”
She grinds back against me with a whimper that goes straight to my cock. “Please,” she breathes, and I don’t need the bond to know what she’s asking for.
I spin her around and claim her mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans as I lift her onto the nearby dresser. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as she attacks the buttons of my shirt. Through our bond, her need feeds mine in an endless loop of arousal.
“Too many clothes,” she complains, shoving my shirt off my shoulders. I help her strip it off, then practically tear her tank top getting it over her head. Her bra follows quickly after.
The sight of her bare breasts makes my pulse quicken. Leaning down, I lick one soft nipple before drawing it into my mouth, loving how she arches toward me. Through our connection, I feel exactly how good it feels when I suck just right, when I graze my teeth over the sensitive flesh.
“More,” she demands, her hands threading through my hair. “I need you inside me.”
“Right here?” I ask with a wicked grin, sliding my hands up her thighs. “On this dresser that we just had to replace because we broke the last one in exactly the same way?”
Her pupils dilate with arousal, and through our bond I feel how much the idea excites her. “Yes,” she pants. “Please, Kieran.”
I make quick work of her leggings and panties, leaving her gloriously naked on the polished wood. My hands tremble slightly as I undo my belt, overcome by the sight of her spread out before me. She helps me push my jeans and boxers down just far enough to free my aching cock.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, pressing kisses along her collarbone. “My Spitfire. My mate. My everything.”
She pulls me down for another searing kiss as I line myself up with her entrance. The bond shows me exactly how desperate she is, how badly she needs me inside her. I tease her with just the tip, making her whine with frustration.
“Please,” she begs prettily. “I need you to fill me up.”
Groaning at her words, I push inside slowly, savoring every inch. The bond amplifies everything—her pleasure becomes mine, my arousal feeds hers. It’s overwhelming in the best way, feeling everything she feels while still being distinctly us.
“Such a tight, wet pussy,” I pant against her neck. “So perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me.”
“I was.” She rocks her hips, taking me deeper. “Made to be yours. Just like you were made to be mine, to fill me and claim me.”
The possessiveness in her voice makes my wolf howl with satisfaction. I start moving, my thrusts measured and deep. The dresser rocks slightly with each movement, and I briefly hope it’s sturdy enough to handle us.
Through our connection, I feel exactly where to angle my hips to hit her sweet spots. She cries out when I find that perfectspot inside her, her nails digging into my shoulders. The slight pain only spurs me on, makes me thrust harder, faster, deeper.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she starts to clench around me. “Let me feel you come on my cock, Spitfire. I want to feel how good I make you feel.”
Her orgasm builds quickly, amplified by our bond until I can barely tell where mine ends and hers begins. When she comes, she bites down on my shoulder to muffle her screams. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I spill inside her with a groan, hips stilling as my cum pulses out of me.
We stay joined for several long moments, our breaths syncing as they finally start to slow. Through our bond, I feel her satisfaction mingled with lingering arousal. My cock twitches inside her, already starting to harden again.
“Think you can go again?” I ask, rolling my hips experimentally.
Her answering moan is all the encouragement I need. I pull out carefully, then scoop her up in my arms. “My turn to pick the location,” I tell her with a wicked grin.
I carry her out onto our private balcony, the cool night air making her shiver. The view of pack lands stretches out before us, bathed in moonlight and starshine. Anyone looking up might see us, but that only adds to the thrill of this spot.
“Here?” she asks breathlessly as I set her on her feet. “But what if someone sees?”
“Let them see.” I turn her to face the railing, pressing up against her back. “Let them all see how perfectly you take my cock. How beautifully you come apart for me. Let them hear you beg for me and moan while I fuck you so hard you lose yourself in it.”
Through our bond, I feel her excitement spike at my words. She grips the railing as I kick her legs wider apart, positioningmyself behind her. When I push back inside her, we both groan at the deeper angle.
“You feel that?” I growl in her ear, setting a punishing pace. “Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you stretch around my cock, how you take it like you were born for it?”
