Lowlander Silverback (Gray Back Bears #5)(22)

“I want you,” she said, stepping back.

He angled his head and frowned. “What?”

“If this is all I have with you for our whole life, I want you.”

“Layla…” Kong shook his head. “I signed…”

“I don’t give a good goddamn about some contract you were forced to sign, and I give even less f*cks about tainting your seed. You’re mine, Kong, and if all you’re leaving me with is a memory to last my whole life, I want a good one.” She ran her hands underneath his shirt, over the ridges of his ab muscles.

His eyes rolled closed because, holy hell, she felt good against his skin. On her tiptoes, she kissed his tripping pulse at the base of his throat. His hands tightened around her waist. Be gentle. Layla likes gentle.

He’d prided himself on being an honorable man and following the contract, but it had all been shot to hell the day he’d given in and talked to his mate. He’d never wanted anything more than to bury himself deep in Layla and empty himself inside her, just to be close. Just to share a moment like that with the woman he loved before he ripped himself away from here and lived the rest of his life in numbing emptiness. Dammit, he wanted to feel! He wanted to know how mating should be. Not just some scientific humping to create offspring.

“Take off those fishnets, Layla,” he growled out in a voice he barely recognized. Her scent was filling his head, making it hard to think.

Layla’s pupils contracted. She swayed slightly, but regained her balance and began to kick out of her boots. Too slow.

With a snarl, he gripped the edge of the desk and shoved it against the door, then ran his hand over the surface, scattering everything onto the floor. He gripped her hips and slid her onto the table, then reached between her legs. Riiip. The fishnets weren’t an obstacle anymore.

Layla gasped and slid her arms around his shoulders just as his lips collided with hers. These weren’t sweet kisses like their first one had been. There wasn’t time for that. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down just enough to unsheathe himself, then he pushed her panties to the side—lacy if his sense of touch was spot on—and cupped her sex. He wasn’t small, and he needed to make sure she could take him.

He pushed his finger into her. So wet. Warm. Fuck, he was losing his mind. He pulled out and slid two fingers in. Her hands were on his dick now, stroking as his lips moved against hers. He shoved his tongue past her lips as he jerked her to the edge of the desk. So wet. Wet and ready. The growl was constant in his chest, but he was in it now. If it scared her, she’d have to deal. This was him. This was what it was like to be with a silverback shifter.

He pressed the head of his cock against her, dipped inside by an inch. So tight. Fuck, she felt good around him. His hips jerked as he pushed inside her again. Steady. Don’t hurt her. Layla arched back as his kisses trailed to her neck. He sucked hard as he pushed into her completely. That would leave a mark, but so f*cking what? This was what he got with her, and he wanted a mark on her. He wanted her to look in the mirror and remember the exact second he took her. Claimed her. Claimed her? Yeah, that sounded right. She was his, and no one else for the rest of his miserable life would replace his Layla.

He grunted as he eased out of her. Wrapping his arm around her back, he pulled her closer and slammed into her. She was mewling, begging, but she had to be quiet here. He kissed her hard, bit her lip to remind her to be quiet. Shit, he didn’t want that. He wanted her screaming out his name. He wanted her loud. His stomach flexed as he pushed into her again. Another sexy groan from Layla, and he was gone. Not thinking straight. Rutting like an animal, he pumped into her, careful to hit her clit every time they connected because, dammit, if this is all he could give her, she was going to come. He was going to take care of her. Satisfy her, satiate her— his animal required it. Duty. His duty shouldn’t be to female strangers whose genetics made them a viable match. His duty was to his mate—the woman who had his heart. The only woman he wanted to breed with. His teeth were elongating, just the canines. He could feel the burning ache of them.

He wanted to bite her. It wouldn’t Turn her. It would only show other silverbacks she was claimed. He wanted to mark her, but wouldn’t hurt her, not when he couldn’t stick around to defend his claim. He pumped into her faster, and she met him blow for blow, soft noises of abandon in her throat. Don’t Change. Don’t scare her. Make her come.

The growl in his throat was louder now, uncontrollable as pressure filled his dick. He was close, so close. He shoved her backward and laid her back against the desk. Jeans still clinging, he rolled his hips into her, locked his arms on either side of her head and watched her face as he took her. Bowed against the desk, she raked her claws against his back and exposed her neck. Good mate. Just like that.

His eyes would be blazing, and his teeth were long now. He should scare her, but when she opened her eyes to dazed slits, a wicked smile came over her face. “Do it,” she gasped out.

Kong slammed into her again as punishment for asking for things she knew nothing about.

“I’m going to come soon,” she said on a breath. “Do it.”

Kong lowered to her, bucking into her. So wet, f*cking her had a sound. Sexy. He teased, grazing his teeth against her shoulder. He gripped her hair at her nape, steadying her as he thrust into her hard enough to shove her up the desk toward the door.