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Rock broke away from her lips and moved on down her body, touching, licking, teasing, nibbling, and tasting her as he went. She squirmed, she squeaked, she gasped, but it was the slight rumble that caught in the back of her throat that intrigued him the most and made him desperate to hear it again and again — it sounded like a growl to his ears, and he liked it.

Rock opened her sex to his tongue and went in for the kill. There was that sound again, lodged in the back of her throat, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

The scent of her was all around him, her natural essence, her arousal, and having the taste of her on his tongue was like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of.

Her body was climbing toward her very first release, and he was determined to take her there and make it memorable.

They were both lost in the moment. Rock was insatiable against her sex, but he was yanked back to earth by the feel of her fingers fisting his hair and trying to yank it out of his scalp.

A heartbeat later and he was on his knees climbing up and over her body. Frankie opened her eyes to find him looking hungry like the wolf, every inch of the predator that she knew him to be was on display, and that sent a jolt of excitement right to her womb.

Sex on a damn stick — that’s what he was. How could she ever have resisted him? Not that she wanted to now.

She resisted the urge to tell him to go faster, get to where they both needed him to be, because he was doing just fine on his own, and the view was worth its weight in gold.

“Mine…” Rock growled.

“You bet your furry balls I am,” she chuckled, and those chuckles died the moment that he settled between her legs, and pressed his cock inside of her.

One long, slow push of his hips and he was filling her up, stretching the silken walls of her channel around the thick girth of his length, and trying not to lose his mind.

Frankie’s fingers were curled around his shoulders. The deeper that he took her down his length, the tighter her grip and her fingernails dug down into his skin. Rock growled as he reached up, wrapped his hands around her wrists, and pressed the backs of her hands against the mattress on either side of her head.

“Don’t send me insane just yet,” Rock growled.

Buried to the hilt inside of her, the feel of her inner muscles as they clenched around his cock was almost too much to bear. He withdrew, only to take her to the hilt again.

She was his heaven and his hell at that moment — he was trying to hold onto his feral side — but it was a side of him that he knew would burst free and show itself at any moment.

Mine…

Rock’s hard body caged her in, and he took her deep, over and over again until he felt her inner muscles tightening around his cock, making him work harder to bury his length to the hilt each time.

He reveled in the feel of her body, grunted with each deep thrust, and felt his fangs ache to be released for that claim, that bonding bite.

Rock reached around her body and lifted her from the mattress as he pushed back onto his knees. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he locked her in place within the safety of his arms.

He couldn’t have stopped his fangs from elongating if he’d wanted to – and he didn’t want to. Her body was climbing towards the release that would set them free, and he fisted her hair and dragged her head to one side as he ran his tongue down her neck and across her shoulder to where he would place his bite.

The instant that she cried out with the first burst of intensity from the orgasm that claimed her body, Rock’s razor-sharp fangs pierced her skin, and he tasted her blood on his tongue as he bit down into her flesh.

His beast roared within him as the mates souls merged and became entwined for eternity.

Rock licked over her wound, cleaning and sealing it into her skin. His feral nature wasn’t done with him yet — he could feel his blood boiling within him like a fever that couldn’t be denied.

He lifted his mate and turned her onto her hands and knees on the bed in front of him. His large hands gripped her hips, and he thrust to the hilt inside of her as need, desire, lust, and passion soared within him, and he became insatiable.

One mating howl after another shook the room around him, but he paid it no mind. His body was on fire with the need to find his own release and complete the bond between them.

He could feel her inner muscles tightening again, and he thrust deeply, giving her everything that she needed to soar once more. Then as he craned his head back on his neck, every muscle, every sinew within him strained to the limit, the mating howl burst from within him and rattled the windows in the frames — and he spilled his seed inside of her until there was nothing left to give.

 Claimed.

Mated.

Bonded for eternity as one, Rock collected his mate against his body and used the last of his strength to take them down to the bed.

He wrapped her within the safety of his arms, curled his body protectively around hers, nestled his face into her hair, and breathed her in.

Mine…