Chapter 187

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Xochitl

Thomas’ wicked mouth comes down on my sensitive nipples and gives me a punishing nip.

I moan, the sensation driving me crazy.

“How dare you. You won’t even acknowledge my presence and you have the nerve to think you have the right to be jealous.”

My shifters out claws scrap against his scalp as he kisses down my torso.

The scorching trail makes my balls squeeze painfully.

He picks up his head, pinning eyes with his heated ones. “Is that why your mad at me baby? You think I ignored you?”

“Don’t call me baby. We aren’t a thing.” I hissed because I’m feeling off balance.

He flips me over and my chest hits the wall. The rough manhandling only serves to turn me on.

To make my wolf beg for more.

The hussy.

He curled his body over my back, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “We are now.”

Shock runs down my spine and one large, warm hand pulls down my pants while the other angles my hips back.

“Don’t play with me,” I warn.

Shit I should fight. Should buck him off but I need this just as much as he does.

Need to forget about letting Rick go without protection.

I need to forget about the responsibility of shielding those I love from death.

Of wanting something that terrifies me.

He lines up his cock with my back entrance. “I’m not playing. I’m taking what’s mine.’

He thrusts inside me with one smooth, unyielding thrust.

I gasp at the fullness, at the burn easing into a pleasure/pain that I’ve come to grow addicted to.

“I’m not yours.” The words are supposed to be indignant, even a little haughty but they only managed to come out breathy.

“Careful. Or I’ll have to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

The bastard sounds like that is exactly what he’s hoping is going to happen.

He pulls back his hips and glides in. Out. In. Out

In.

Taking his time.

Moving so slow it’s torture.

“Faster,” I order.

“Not until you tell me your mine.”

I growl. “Bastard.”

“Fine, I guess l take my sweet time enjoying you. It makes no difference to me. I love being inside your ass.”

To prove his point he makes it his mission to pump inside with drugging strokes. His movements are so languid I can feel the drag of his thick, burning shaft across my inner walls.

I clench around him, push back needing more friction.

I know what he wants.

But can I give it to him?

Can I release my hold on my dignity to increase the chances of getting what only he could give me.

Yes. Yes I can.

“Please, Thomas , fuck…fuck me. I’m yours. I’m yours.” I would say just about anything to get him to move inside of me faster.

He groans and finally snaps his hips with a delicious force I’ve been craving. I arch into his rhythm, giving myself over to him completely.

“Just like that baby, let me inside your tight, hot little hole,” he grunts.

My face flushed with his dirty talk.

He knew just what to say to get my libido pumping on overtime.

His hands cover mine, as he flattens us against the wall and fuck me into the wood.

I’m so completely surrounded by him. Sheltered. Owned.

I don’t think about the change. The desperation beneath his movements that have never existed before.

I can’t.

The material of his shirt rubs against my back. My nipples drag on the smooth surface, cock pressing between my thighs as a pressure of unspeakable force builds.

“Say it again.” His voice is rough, more wolf than man.

“You have a hearing problem? Once was enough,” I bite out, holding tight to the shreds of my self control, my dignity, my…anything.

A hand collars my throat, restricting my breath.

Warning me.

“Say it, or I’ll keep playing with you and never let you come.”

“Bastard,” I spit.

He laughs, the sound dark, goading.

It isn’t until his hips slow and the thrust draws out, pulling me back from tumbling over the edge that the weight of his words truly hits.

My body shakes with the need to come. To ease the fire, to have home tend the carnal ache in a way only he can.

“I— I’m yours.”

“Good boy,” he growls, slamming into me with a fever that consumes my own.

My wolf howls and a knowledge I tried to surprise rises like a beast.

Mate.

White hot pain flares as a dormant part of me reaches, stretches towards something.

Until it finds it.

Pleasure and fear balloon in my chest at a rate that sends me spiralling.

Thomas snarls, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.

And I come harder than I ever have before.

I just hope the crash is gentler.

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