Dixon growled as he tore Deja’s clothes off. His need for her mounted as his tiger paced beneath his skin. After leaving August with his mother, he practically carried Deja to his suite. His tiger demanded that he claim her now. There was no fighting it anymore.

“Dixon!” Deja cried out as he picked her naked form up and tossed her onto his bed. He rid himself of his clothing as he took in her perfect body lying across his bed. A growl rumbled deep within his chest as his eyes took in her body. Her dark areolas called to him. He ached to taste her sweet skin. His eyes trailed their way down to take in her soft belly. This was where his son had grown, was nourished and protected until the day he was born. His tiger wanted to lay claim to her and fill her with his seed.

“Plant another heir inside of her.”

Next time he would be there. He would not miss the birth of their next child. This was a promise that he made to himself and his future.

He slowly crawled onto the bed. His eyes locked onto hers as he made his way over her. Her legs fell apart, inviting him to settle against her slick core. The smell of her arousal filled the air, announcing that she was ready for him. He braced himself over her as she returned his hot gaze.

“Deja.”

“Make me yours, Dixon. Claim me,” she murmured. She threaded her fingers into the hair at the base of his neck as she guided his face to hers. He crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. Her tongue met his, coaxing it into her mouth. The taste of her burst onto his tongue as he kissed her with everything he had.

His thick cock brushed her slick opening as she thrust her hips against him. It demanded entrance into her. It was ready to plunge deep inside of her.

“Please, Dixon. Do it,” she gasped, tearing her lips from his. Her eyes met his and he knew that she would forever be his.

He felt his incisors break free from his gums. He shifted his hips and surged forward, thrusting his cock deep within her drenched core.

Her walls gripped him tight as he paused to allow her to get accustomed to his size. Deja threw her head back in ecstasy as she cried out. She was tight, but slick, and he knew that she would be ready for him. He pulled back and thrust again, repeating the motion, plunging deep. His eyes locked on the curve of her neck.

Bite her, a voice whispered in the back of his mind.

“Deja.” Her name was ripped from his throat in a guttural groan as she met him thrust for thrust. She turned her head away and his tiger roared.

His jaws widened as he sank his fangs into her shoulder, eliciting a scream from her. A shifter’s bite during sex triggered an orgasmic response, sending her over the brink into an intense release. Her walls gripped him as he released her shoulder from his mouth. He pulled back and roared as she milked his release from him. The taste of her blood coated his tongue, and it was a taste that would be burned on his tongue forever.

Deja Scarlett belonged to him.

He exploded.

He thrust deep as he filled her with his seed. His body shook as his orgasm poured over him. He trembled as he continued to thrust, his beast trying to plant his seed to create another bond between the two of them, to ensure the future of his name.

His hips slowed as he settled in the valley of Deja’s hips. He gasped for breath, trying to will his heart to settle. He glanced down at his mark on her shoulder and found blood seeping from the wound. He licked it. The enzymes in his saliva would heal the wound, but leave his mark on her.

She was his.

Forever.

Her breaths began to slow down. No words were needed between them as he cleaned her shoulder. He felt her love for him and he wanted to return the feeling. He would win the fight. He refused to fall to the likes of Tyson. His stake in the challenge was far more than Tyson’s would ever be.

They remained joined, his cock nestled deep within her. She turned her face to his, her eyes filled with tears.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, scared for a second that his bite caused her pain. She shook her head as she returned his gaze.

“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, reaching up with her hand and cupping his jaw. “I love you, Dixon August Blackburn. Don’t make me raise our son by myself.”

His heart stuttered at her admission. He searched her eyes and knew that she spoke the truth.

“I love you, Deja Scarlett. I will never leave you.” He bent down and brushed his lips against hers. He pulled back and slowly traced his mark with his fingertips. “This is symbolic of my love for you. In my world, this shows that you are the other half of my soul. My heart. Any shifter who sees it will know that with one look, one smell.”

“How can I mark you? To put my claim on you?” she whispered, a lone tear falling from her eye. He watched as it left a trail along her skin, before disappearing into her dark hair.

“A shifter heals fast. Even if you bit me, my skin would heal the mark. But there is a way. There is a special tattoo that can be embedded into my skin that will show I am a mated man. Besides your scent being all over me, we can do the tattoo if you want.”

She nodded her head as he bent his to hers, needing another kiss. He’d be willing to do whatever she wanted to please her. Tattooing his skin to signify he belonged to her pleased his tiger. It liked the fact that their mate wanted to lay claim to them. Her soft lips moved across his as the kiss began to deepen. His buried cock began to swell.

“Again?” she gasped, breaking the kiss. He smiled down at her, brushing her hair from her face. She would need to know that tiger shifters could go for hours when mating. A year ago, their night together was filled with all night sex. That would never change. He wanted her in a way that his body would always crave. She was the perfect woman for him, made just for him.

“I’ll always want you,” he growled, pulling back and thrusting deep. The scent coming from her drove his tiger wild. His tiger wanted to fill her with their seed again.

It was determined to secure their future.

The distant sound of a phone ringing filled the air. Deja groaned as she turned over in the bed. She opened her eyes and found herself faced with the muscular chest of Dixon. He reached over her and grabbed his blaring phone from the nightstand.

Their entire day had been filled with frantic lovemaking. The soreness between her legs caused a smile to spread across her lips. Just the memories of Dixon taking her in so many different positions throughout the day caused her heart to race. She had never been taken before with such passion. His loving was almost desperate, and he had taken such care of her to ensure she had climaxed every time. She didn’t know how he did it. Every time she thought he’d had his fill of her, she would feel his long length stiffen again.

She licked her lips, remembering the salty taste of his release in her mouth. She had taken advantage of him as well, needing to get her fill of him too. There wasn’t a place on her body that his cock hadn’t entered. She shivered, thinking of him pushing into her from behind. It had been the first time that anyone had entered her forbidden hole. He had taken great care of her, and it left her craving him to take her there again. Just the thought of how hard her orgasm was had her legs clamping together.

Deja tried to block out what they were facing. She knew the moment would come when he would get the call.

She glanced over to the windows as Dixon moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he spoke to someone on the phone. Night had fallen, and August was resting in the adjoining room.

A small cry filled the air. She moved from the bed, wrapping herself in the top sheet in a toga fashion. She hurried to the other room and smiled as he began to fuss. She scooped him up from his bed and cradled him in her arms, resting her lips against his head as she moved him to the changing table.

Dixon hadn’t lied when he said his mother would spoil August. Within a day, she had already turned the adjoining room into a nursery for her grandchild. Deja quickly finished changing her fussy baby.

“I know what you want,” she cooed to him as she picked him up and walked back into Dixon’s— their bedroom. She smiled at the notion that they officially belonged to each other.

The tone of Dixon’s voice changed as he spoke. Worry filled her as she got on the bed and leaned back against the plush pillows. August’s cries grew louder as his face thrust back and forth on her covered breast. She untucked the sheet from around her and revealed her bare breast to her son. He didn’t need any help latching onto her.

“They couldn’t wait another week or two?” Dixon growled into the phone. A shiver passed through her as the anger rolled off her mate. Just the sound of the word in her mind made her core clench.

Dixon belonged to her.

And here he was on the phone, discussing the challenge. Something that could take him from her.

“Fine.” He disconnected the call and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. He ran a shaky hand through his hair.

“When?” she asked quietly. She dreaded the answer. Looking back down at their son, she watched as he settled down and fed. She brushed his dark hair that was identical to Dixon’s. She felt the bed dip as Dixon moved to her side. He tucked her against him as they watched August at her breast.

“Tomorrow.”

She closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry. She would remain strong for Dixon and August. She opened her eyes and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Instead, she basked in the feel of her man at her side and her baby at her breast.