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Griffin didn’t want to stop.

He was hungry for her, every inch, every taste, every smell, and every touch, but the damn shower was practically calling his name – tapping on his subconscious – and making him groan inwardly at the thought of separation from her, and he growled outwardly with the deeply ingrained need of not wanting to let her go.

“I’m going to take the fastest shower in history, and you’d better not be gone when I get back, or my wolf is going to be on the damn prowl,” Griffin growled at the impending loss.

“So, take me with you, or do you have a shower alone policy?”

“No damn policy I can think of,” he offered back to her. His grin was more wolfish than she’d ever seen it before.

“So, you shower with your brothers then?” She teased and got another growl back for her trouble.

She also got spun around in his arms as he turned towards the bathroom door and started to stalk towards it.

“I’m not even going there,” Griffin grumbled.

“Where? There?”

Her eyes dropped to where his hard length was pressed against her sex, and the hungry growl that rumbled through him was well and truly worth its weight in gold.

“Oh, you can be damn sure I’m going there, in every damn way possible, and until you’re begging for mercy.”

“Begging for mercy?” Keri chuckled. “Seriously?”

“Very,” Griffin assured her.

The next moment; he was lowering her to her feet, and she would have protested the loss of contact between them, but he was already stripping off her clothes and exposing her to his hungry eyes.

“Bet you can’t recite something smart right about now,” she teased him, and he growled again.

“I don’t even know my name right about now,” Griffin admitted.

It was true. His little brain had taken over from his normal brain, and he was grateful for it.

Nature would have out – and he damn well wanted to do what came naturally between mates.

His large hands replaced her clothing in places that she liked.

Outside, and then inside the caged walls of the shower cubicle – his fingertips searched, touched, and found the places that made her moan, gasp, and make sweet noises.

His tongue ran over her skin.

His blunt teeth nipped.

He kissed, teased, and tasted her everywhere that he could – right up to the point where neither of them could take anymore.

He had to really taste her.

Keri wasn’t entirely sure how the hell she managed to stay on her feet, well, one foot, as her other leg was against his shoulder and draped down his back as he knelt in front of her.

Her back was against the tiles, and one of his hands wedged her in place, but still – her legs felt weak as he brought her up towards the edge of oblivion and made her see shooting stars behind her eyelids when he thrust her over the edge with his clever demanding tongue that was buried inside of her clenching channel.

Keri moaned, and cursed, and grumbled, and even growled, and that was where he drew the damn line.

Griffin released her and pushed up to his feet.

He wrapped one strong arm around her trembling body, as he snatched her up against him, and her legs wrapped around his velvet hips.

The hard press of his cock was like the promise of Christmas in July. So close, and yet so far away.

Griffin could hardly keep a hold of the wet, squirming, fiery woman within his arms as she rubbed her sex against his length like a somewhat demented cat in heat.

He pressed her back against the nearest wall and moved his hips. The bulbous head of his cock found the warm, wet heat of her sex and he opened her silken walls around the girth of his rock hard length.

Keri’s head went back against the wall, and she cursed again at the fullness that was plowing home.

Griffin didn’t stop until his cock was buried to the hilt inside of her. She felt so damn tight, so damn good, that he thought he might just be in danger of losing his mind.

Hell, he wanted to take her down to the tiled floor and take her like a wildling right there and then, but there was a part of his brain that was hammering it home that she was his mate.

She needed to be revered. Loved. Not taken like a drunken one night stand in a sleazy bar’s bathroom.

He snatched her away from the wall and spun around towards the bedroom door.

Every step that he stalked towards the bed made his cock move inside of her, and the sound that rumbled in her throat made his balls hard and they ached with need.

Griffin had never wanted anything in his life before as much as he wanted to bond with her.

The taste of her feminine essence was still on his tongue, and he was desperate to add the tang of her blood to it when he placed his bonding mark in the soft flesh of her shoulder.

Mine…

His wolf stated the obvious.

Keri was his.

His mate to love, cherish, and care for all the days of their lives and that first day had already started.

He’d fought Angus for her.

He’d killed for her, and yes, he would have died for her – still would – always and forever making her his one priority.

Griffin’s wild side was still up front and center from that fight with Angus, and he didn’t know how long he could keep a semblance of rationality about him before he lost his mind to his own needs and desires.

The sound of a mating howl went up through the house and shook the windows.

Mine…

That only added to the fevered need within his blood.

Keri could see the wildness within him. It was written on his face and staring back at her in those jet black eyes – that only heightened the excitement within her.

The man was a wildling. Wild in every sense of the word.

He was becoming as close to feral as a shifter could get without turning into a rogue wolf.

His hips started to move, and he took her from the tip of his cock all the way down the thick shaft to the hilt and all before he’d even made it to the bed.

“Faster – bond – bite – do it,” Keri ground out against the already tightening knot within her.

Griffin bit down on the fever within his blood. She was a temptress, but not a tease.

He leaned forward and pressed her lower back against the bed – one arm still wrapped around her upper body, keeping her against him, and one hand fisting her hair to move it from her neck and shoulder.

Mine…

His beast was clawing within him. He could feel the hard prickle of the fur beneath his skin, and he was close to losing his mind.

His hips met hers, over and over, as his cock created the heat and friction within her channel that made her gasp, moan, and rumble what sounded like another damn growl to him.

Keri’s inner muscles were locking up tightly, making him work harder to bury his length to the hilt.

He growled hard as he allowed his feral side to push forwards.

His fangs elongated as he ran his tongue over her soft skin and he readied himself for the moment when he could bite.

Every inch of her body tensed in anticipation, and then she was flying free, lost in the rapture that pounded through her body like storm driven waves crashing against a beach.

Griffin’s fangs buried deeply inside her flesh.

The taste of her blood swept over his tongue and down the back of his throat, and his beast roared within him.

He reached for her very soul and joined them together as one.

Griffin eased his fangs from her flesh and sealed the wound as best that he could with his tongue.

The bonding mark was in place – she was truly his, but, there was just one more problem.

Griffin was damn close to losing his sanity.