Becca balked. “Of course! I told him he could take his right of first refusal and shove it up his bony ass.” She smirked. “Remember what I said I’d do back at the restaurant if you didn’t let go of my arm?”

He eyed her, nodding.

She smirked. “Let’s just say my brother’s claw marks now have a matching set courtesy of his little sister.” She swooshed her hand in the air. “Right across the smug little bastard’s face.”

Jaylon laughed out loud. “So this is nothing but bullshit. A moot point. I don’t see why you went and got yourself tied up in knots. You were right in the first place. This doesn’t matter. Not to me and not to anyone who counts.”

Becca got up and slipped a hand onto Jaylon’s chest. “It’s not quite that simple, Jay. I refused Alastair because of another potential mate. YOU. He’s demanding a blood challenge.”

Jaylon lifted her fingers from his chest and kissed their tips. “That’s ridiculous. What if I refuse?”

“I don’t want you to fight Alastair, not because I’m afraid you can’t win, but because he’s devious and he’ll use whatever means to win. I’m too big a prize. If you refuse his challenge, our mating will never be considered legitimate.”

“By whom?” he asked, incredulous.

“By some in my Leap and a few of the outlying clans, but I don’t care. I have every intention of relinquishing my role as Prowl Leader. It’s brought me nothing but aggravation since Charlie died.”

“No, Becca.” He shook his head. “You will do no such thing. Your land, your title. They’re your birthright and the birthright of our future children. I forbid it. Besides, if it comes to a fight, I will rip the tail from that little whelp, but it won’t come to that.”

She smirked, putting one hand on her hip. “Forbid? Wow. Pretty tough talk for a city mutt.”

Jay looked at her and a smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled her closer. “If your Leap acknowledged you as mated to that bullshit Cheshire cat because of a nip to your neck, I bet we can do better than that.” He walked her backwards toward the bed.

She licked her lips. “You look like the cat that ate the canary. What are you up to?”

His gorgeous mouth slid into a seductive grin. “More like the wolf that ate the pretty pink pussy until she screamed for release.”

She met his grin with a knowing smile of her own. “You mean beat him to the bite, right?”

“Yup. Only we’ll do it the right way. Right here. Right now.”

The back of Becca’s legs hit the mattress and she lost her footing, her butt bouncing as she fell onto the bed. “You dirty dog.”

“Here kitty, kitty. Daddy’s got something you’re going to love.”

Jay lifted her legs and held her feet by her ankles, slipping her flip-flops from her toes. “Did you bring an overnight bag?”

She smiled. “Yes, why?”

He reached between her legs and ripped the seam at her crotch, the stitches popping and tearing with each tug. Her leggings split and ran, the black Lycra curling until her pussy was exposed.

“That’s why.”

“I could have taken them off, you know,” she shot back, trying to wiggle what was left from her hips.

Jay growled. “Takes too long.” He dipped his face between her thighs and licked her from her ass to her clit, stopping to tongue her hard bud, drawing the nub between his lips.

Becca sucked in a breath and lifted her hips for more, but he pulled back, slipping his fingers into her wet cleft instead.

“I brought a surprise for you,” he said, curling his fingers, circling until her head dropped between her shoulders.

“It’s in my bag,” he added, nearly fisting her. “Want to see?”

Becca nodded, barely able to croak, let alone give a coherent answer.

Jaylon pulled his hand from her, licking her juice from her fingers. “I want you so hot and wet, you beg for my cock, beg for my cum deep inside you and then you’ll be ready.”

He moved to his bag and unzipped the top flap. Taking a small black plastic bag from the inside compartment, he pulled a dangling silver chain with what looked like hot pink rings on either end.

“These will keep you moaning up top, while I work your slick pussy until you scream for me.”

He shed his clothes and then slipped between her knees again. Yanking her top from her shoulders, he fastened each of the rings over her stiff nipples. He tested the chain, engaging the clasps.

Becca hissed, dragging a breath through her teeth at the rough, tingly feel.

“Take the chain, Bec. The harder you pull, the tighter they get. Work your nips, babe, while I work the rest.”

He licked her engorged peaks, sucking and laving as she pulled the chain taut, finally dragging his lips over her belly to her waiting sex.

“You like it hard and thick, don’tcha baby. The way I fill you deep.”

Becca moaned and Jay looked up from her mound to watch her thumb her hard nipples, the delicate chain wrapped in her fists. “You are so fucking sexy, Becca.”

His mouth slipped to her hard nub and his tongue rasped her slick pussy, wide.

“You love the feel of my tongue on your clit. Hot, hungry, and ready to lick your juices clean.”

“Jaylon, please!”

“You know you want it bad, Becca. Beg for it, love. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

She groaned and unwound the chain from one hand to fist his hair, grinding her pussy closer.

“No, baby.” He blew his warm breath across her folds, tickling her, teasing her. “I want to hear you.”

“Fuck me, Jay!” Her nails scraped the back of his shoulders and he hissed. “Rough and dirty. That’s what I want.”

“Your pussy is so wet and swollen and ready to fuck. C’mon, kitty, purr for me.”

Becca’s head dropped between her shoulders and her skin vibrated with need as her inner cat purred as if on demand.

With a low chuckle he tongued her nub, flicking and sucking as he slid two fingers into her slick entrance and worked her while he bit and licked.

“Mmmm. Sweet and salty. Your pussy is like silk, Becca.” When her juices dripped down his chin, he caught her nub between his teeth and pulled.

He lifted his face from her sex and stroked the soft skin between her folds with a sweep of his fingers and then stood, pushing her knees wide.

“I’m going to slide my dick into your wet slit inch by inch, watching your pussy lips swallow my full length and your jaw tighten, wanting more.”

Jaylon dug his fingers into her full thighs as his engorged head spread her folds. Corded and thick, he moved slowly as he watched Becca grit her teeth, gasping for more of him.

“For fuck’s sake, Jaylon! Get a move on.”

With a smirk, he pulled out again and she cried out, but with one quick motion he lifted her, flipping onto her knees on the bed. Standing behind her, he drove his cock into her swollen sex.

She ground her ass back as he thrust harder and faster until she screamed, her climax shuddering through her body. With a guttural yell, Jaylon’s cock pulsed his release deeply into her body, her walls milking every last drop from him.

This was it. He turned his head to allow his canines to descend and bit into her shoulder, wolf-style. She cried out, but he bit down again, this time at the nape of her neck, his large incisors obliterating Nick’s puny marks with his own. Becca was his. Now and for always.

Holding her close, he rode the aftershocks with her, letting every last spasm hit. He sealed the wounds with a swipe of his tongue, making them permanent.

“You okay?” he asked behind her ear as they stretched out together on the bed.

“I’m better than okay. I’m yours.”

Now it was his turn to suck in a breath. He buried his head in her hair, holding her like he’d never let her go.