by Lily Thomas
“Why?” He had no idea why he asked, and his sabertooth growled at him in frustration. Why was he questioning something so perfect?
Ezi laughed. “Because I was blinded by you being a sabertooth shifter, but you’re more than that. You’re gentle, and you accept Flosa. I want to this.”
Tor didn’t need to hear anything more. He sank down until his chest was pressed firmly against her breasts, flattening them between their hot bodies. His lips skimmed over hers in a fleeting kiss, before he worked his way down her neck until he reached the neckline of her animal skin shirt.
Tor leaned back on his legs, and his fingers quickly undid the leather straps that held her shirt together. He folded back the parts, exposing her breasts to his view.
“Perfect.” He growled before his head dipped down, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tight bud, drawing mews from her mouth as her back arched. His other hand took hold of her other breast, and he rubbed his palm over her nipple. He loved the sensation of the tight tip tickling his palm.
Her hands pushed his head closer to her breasts until he felt like he was one with her body. His sabertooth growled at him to give her his mark before she pulled away. Tor calmed his sabertooth. Ezi wasn’t going to pull away. He could feel the intensity of her emotions as they vibrated through him.
But he still broke away from her nipple and drew back until he could untie the leather strings at her pants. Then he gripped the pants and yanked them off with a solid pull. He flung them through the air, grabbed her waist, and flipped her onto her hands and knees. When he gave her his mark, he was going to do it from behind, like it should be done.
Knocking her legs apart with a knee, he pulled her into him and entered her in one smooth thrust. His cock filled her, and his eyes slid shut. “Gods, Ezi, you are perfect.”
“Mmm.” She murmured underneath him as her hips moved against him, pulling away and then pushing back into him. “Mark me, Tor.”
She was begging him for his mark?
Joy spread through him, and he leaned over her back as he moved in and out of her in slow, passionate thrusts. Pressing his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder, he breathed in her wild flower scent before opening his mouth, his canines extending, and then bit her shoulder.
Immediately, her entrance clamped down around him with enthusiasm, and a groan of pleasure left her mouth as her head pitched forward, and her body pitched against him.
He had his mate, and a sense of completeness filled him to the brim.
