Every Miraculous Moment (Hyena Heat #6)(11)

“I want to know what you sound like when you fall apart,” he said, gruffly. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

Her knees threatened to turn to jelly at his sexy words.

“Tell me if we’re going too fast, and I’ll stop. Your happiness is paramount to me.”

“Don’t stop,” she said, rising onto her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands slid around her back and he pulled her flush against him, his erection trapped between their bodies, hot and hard.

Their mouths met, tongues sliding together in a way that was exciting and new, but also felt familiar. He kissed her like he could climb down inside her, stroking her tongue and touching every space inside her mouth. His chest vibrated with a constant growl, and her dragon was purring right along with him. She traced the muscles in his arms and then slid her hands down his back to rest them against his butt, squeezing lightly. He chuckled as he kissed down her throat, nipping her skin, and then he lifted her and pressed her against the wall. Her legs went around his waist, but he didn’t lower her onto his dick – he trapped it underneath her, so she could feel the hot length of him against her * but not inside it. He wrapped his arm around her back and pressed her against the wall, his arm protecting her from the cold tile.

She anchored herself to his waist by linking her ankles at his lower back. Sliding his hand between their bodies, he pressed his thumb against her clit. She let her head fall back against the wall as he rubbed her clit, slowly at first. Her body heated and her * clenched as he stroked her. His thumb moved faster, his shoulders tensing under her hands as a low growl built in his chest. Pleasure bloomed inside her, and it was so amazing she wanted it to last forever. She wanted to stand on the edge of the mountain, her body tingling and her senses on fire, for all eternity.

“Ah, Mack,” she said, groaning as her toes curled and heat blasted through her.

He lifted her enough for him to grasp his length and position it at her entrance, and then he lowered her slowly onto him. So slow, so full…she felt every inch of him. He fit inside her perfectly, and she felt so complete that she would’ve cried if she’d had a moment to think about the significance of their joining.

Their bodies were wed tightly, linked in the most intimate of ways. And then he canted his hips and slid from her, just until the thick head of him was the only part inside. She urged him forward with her legs, tugging on his hips as she dug her nails into his shoulders. His eyes were completely amber, and she could see his fangs through his parted lips as he began to move inside her, f*cking her slowly.

Her dragon trilled, and the sound spilled from her lips. Her beast was finally happy after so many years being tied to the wrong person. Mack was exactly what she needed, and the thought passed through her mind to mark him. Wolves marked, but they bit. Dragons only marked when their mate was a match born of fate – not arranged. She bore no marks from her ex, and was thankful she didn’t have a single reminder of the years under his thumb. But what she did have was the knowledge that Mack was chosen by her dragon.

Mack moved faster, stroking into her fast and deep, their bodies moving together as if they were old lovers. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to hold her so tight and f*ck her so perfectly. The rumble that had been building in his chest since the moment their bodies touched was growing louder, his chest vibrating as she slid her palms against his smooth skin.

“Give me your neck, Miracle,” he said, his voice low and deep. “Let me make you mine in truth.”

She tilted her head and began to move her hips more earnestly, meeting his thrusts and rolling her hips so his body rubbed her clit just right. She didn’t think it was possible to come a second time, so soon after the first; but she was heading right for another height of pleasure, anxious to come while he was inside her.

“I’m yours, Mack,” she whispered, her voice rough and her heart pounding. He snarled as he lowered his head, his lips rubbing lightly up and down her throat before he fit his teeth in the place between her neck and shoulder, and bit. She let out a sharp cry at the pain as his fangs broke through her skin and sank deep, but the hurt eased immediately and was replaced with a tingling warmth that spread through her. Her dragon roared in her mind, demanding to mark him as their perfect mate, so she did. Her claws emerged, and she curled them into his left bicep, slashing in a smooth arc and flexing into the meat of his arm as the venom in their tips marked him permanently.

Mack lifted from her throat and began to f*ck her even harder, slamming into her, holding her so tightly she could do nothing but relax and take every inch of him, again and again. She fell quickly toward climax, her * clutching him rhythmically. He faltered in his fast pace, and his cock thickened. He roared as he came. She felt the heat of his come as he climaxed inside her, and it set off her orgasm. She threw back her head and screamed his name, releasing her claws from his arm and grasping the shower rod for leverage as she rolled her hips and hugged him close with her legs.

He pressed his head against her shoulder, kissing the place where he’d marked her. “You’re amazing,” he said hoarsely.

“You are too,” she said, kissing his temple and then his cheek. Releasing her hold on the rod, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Damn it, Mack, you rocked my world.”

“That’s not a bad thing, right?”

“Not at all. If round two is anything like round one, we’re going to have a very good time.”