Chapter 25

"Don't move. Don't move an inch." My words are ragged, barely recognisable with my wolf pressing so close to the surface. I'm afraid to breathe, and each little pant my mate makes is pushing me closer and closer to the edge of my control.

"I was thinking about it last night. That's probably why you were in my dreams, and why I sought you out." Her voice is quiet but certain. "I take it that's what happened?"

She's not afraid or just lost in the moment; this is something she's thought about. Screwing my eyes shut, I beg both sides of me to have patience. I need to make sure, or I could mess this up for good.

"You're not afraid of me? Of being tied to me forever? If I kill him, there's a chance I'll get locked up, or worse; if we can't prove what they did to you. I don't exactly have the best reputation; they might be glad to get rid of me."

Mandy squirms in her chair. "Then we should make the most of the time we have, don't you think?"

Fuck. I couldn't agree more.

"There's no going back, Mandy. If you let me mark you, I'll never leave you alone. Wherever you go, I'll be there." Sighing, I utter the words she needs to hear. "I'm not going to change. Even though we're mates, this is the man you're getting. I won't suddenly turn into a nice guy like my brother."

She shivers in my arms, her fingers digging harder into my neck, urging me to bite her right here, right now. "Do it. Finish what you started yesterday."

Turning so her eyes lock with mine, she nods, and I see how clearly she wants this. Mandy's tongue darts out to wet her lips when she sees the raw hunger written all over my face. I grab her face and smash my lips to hers, claiming her mouth with a wild and frenzied kiss as I lift her up in the air, chair and all.

"Tyson!" she squeals, balling her fists into my shirt as though she expects me to drop her.

Never.

Wrapping my arm around her back, I toss the chair to one side with a loud crash. I throw her over my shoulder and blur to my room, one hand planted firmly on her backside. As soon as we're through the door, I kick it shut behind me and spin to press her against the dark wood, caging her in with my arms.

"Last chance, Mandy." I whisper the words against her skin as I brand her neck with my lips. My hand slides under her top to skim over her bare stomach while my weight pins her to the door. "I told you before, once I start, I won't be able to stop."

To be honest, I'm not completely sure I could even now.

Her intoxicating scent has me dizzy with need, and stars dance before my eyes as I push my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, feeling her, swallowing her soft pants and little mewls of desire.

Mandy doesn't answer, just rips my shirt off, tearing it with her sharp claws and smooths her hands over my exposed back. She crosses her ankles at the base of my spine and hitches herself higher, so her clit rubs against my hard bulge, and groans, loudly, as she rocks and rubs herself along the rigid seam of my fly.

Taking that as a "yes", I hook my fingers in her panties and slice through the thin lacy material with ease, yanking them off and shoving them in my back pocket. The dizzying scent of her, wet and ready for me, gets even stronger.

Swiping my finger through her folds, I growl. She's dripping; her juices coating my fingers, I push one, then two, deep into her tight channel. Pumping them into her, stretching her, I prepare her for what's to come. My thumb grazes her sensitive clit, and she jerks in my arms, already close to the edge.

"Tyson," she whimpers, lips pressed to my skin.

One handed, I loosen my belt and pull it free from the loops, tossing it to the side as I open my fly and pull out my aching cock. With one hand pressed to the wood above Mandy"s head, my claws leaving deep grooves in the old door, I balance myself while I carefully sweep my mate's silky, dark hair away from her marking spot.

Notching myself at her entrance, I see the apprehensive look on her face as I push forward, the head of my cock stretching her wide.

"Oh, ooh!" she moans as I ease the tip inside, gritting my teeth against the urge to drive home. I've been waiting so long, a lifetime already, and I cannot bear to wait one more second.

"That's it, Mandy. Take me. Take it all." As I suck and nibble on her marking spot, whispering words of encouragement, she relaxes in my arms, distracted by the attention I'm giving that sensitive area.

Pressing my teeth against the skin, I groan, holding back from delivering the bite as I thrust into her tight body, slowly sinking deeper and deeper with each shallow pump of my hips.

"Tyson! That feels so good," Mandy's fingers dig into my shoulders as she begins to move in time with me, rocking on my cock and bringing me further into her, gripping me and squeezing me with each bounce. Taking back control before she snaps my frayed control with her enthusiasm, I grab her hip and hold her still, pinning her against the door.

I thrust harder, bottoming out inside her as I become more frantic and my movements rougher. A primal need to possess her, to breed her, to paint her insides with my cum bubbles up inside me; but first, I need to mark her as mine.

Her insides quiver around me as I drive faster and faster into her, my fingers strumming her clit until she's breathless and gasping in my arms. Just as she's about to tumble over the edge into her climax, I bite down, teeth sinking into flesh much harder this time, leaving a permanent mark on her perfect skin. Mandy bucks in my arms, crying out my name, and her insides pulse around me, gripping my cock tight, her walls spasming with each wave of her climax.

The burst of flavour from her blood hitting my tongue is enough to finish me off as she shakes in my arms, calling my name, stroking my shoulders as I continue to thrust in time with each jet of cum that leaves me.

"Oh, that was… incredible," Mandy gasps, jerking again as I push deeper, needing to keep my seed deep inside her.

Flushed from her orgasm, and we're both dazed from the sensation of our bond pulling tighter, wrapping around us, and sharing more of our emotions across the invisible connection. As she stares up at me, nothing but adoration on her face, I grin and lick my lips.

"We're not finished yet."