Page 71 of Property of Prowler


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“I wasn’t going to start now, babe. That was the whole point of my speech. Do try to keep up,” he growled. When he lifted her off her feet, she wrapped her legs around him. He took the two steps to the bed and brought them both down.

“This is your last chance, Taylor. If you don’t want to be tied to me forever, stop me. One of my brothers will see you home safe, we’ll get this cleaned up like it never happened, and we can revert back to our original post-situationship agreement.”

Taylor slid her hands up his torso, under his shirt before pulling it over his head.

“Could you really do that, Riley? Go back to being neighbors?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Neither can I.”

“I’m sorry I let this happen. It’ll never happen again. I promise I’ll protect you, no one—” A finger to his lips cut him off.

He made short work of their clothes before sliding down her body to kneel on the floor with her legs over his shoulders.

He nipped that sensitive spot on the inside of her thigh that he knew drove her wild. “This is the most perfect inch of skin in the world. One day, I’m going to mark it.”

His tongue swirled her clit before dipping inside her sweet cunt, wrenching a moan from her. His brothers heard, evenwithout their enhanced hearing, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Oh, Riley. Yes, right there. Don’t stop.”

Not that he needed the encouragement, but it didn’t hurt. When she came with his tongue buried deep inside her, he stood licking his lips.

“Umm.” Kissing his way up her body, he went to kiss her, but when she raised her lips to meet his, he backed up a fraction, just out of her reach. “On your hands and knees, pussycat. I’m going to make you mine.”

He growled his words, his canines extended and slicked with the serum he’d use to imprint his scent on her.

His mate.

It resonated differently inside him in that moment, with her luscious ass in the air as he stroked the head of his cock through her wetness.

Prowler couldn’t wait another second to claim her, so he thrust forward to the hilt, ripping another moan of pleasure from her lips.

Pushing her head down into the mattress, he pummeled into her, moving the bed as he did. He’d feared hurting her during claiming with the way Kansas had described it for naturals, but Taylor was his match in every way. Even this, she was relishing it as much as he was.

“I’m coming, Riley. Oh fuck, I love you.” The velvet walls wrapped around his cock started to milk him. Pulling her torso up, he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her to him. The other still wrapped in her hair, exposing her neck to him. She was still coming when he struck. Burying his teeth in her neck as he joined her in bliss.

Kneeling on that bed, they were as connected as two people could be. Pressed together from their thighs to where his teethwere buried in her neck. His cock still sporadically pulsing inside her.

When her flutters had ebbed, he willed his teeth back to those of a man and lowered them both to the mattress.

Instinctively he knew to lick her wound. “It’ll be sore for a while.” He kissed her neck.

“Worth it?” he asked.

“Totally.”

Prowler pulled her tighter into his body at the blissed-out way she’d said it. His cock still nestled in her warmth.

Caressing her thigh, he joked, “Better than your lady porn books?”

Taylor turned in his arms, dislodging his cock. “So much better. I may have to burn them all because there is nothing like the real thing.”

TWELVE

TAYLOR

Taylor touched the spot on her neck. It had healed into a scar, and she’d made a game of making up countless stories over the past few weeks about what had happened when a coworker or rude customer asked.