Miles lined the head of his cock up with her wet slit and rubbed up and down, lubricating himself with her juices and teasing her – so close to pushing inside her, but holding back; tormenting them both. She moaned and wriggled back against him, and he gave a low growl and tugged on her hair, holding her still.
Then he slid slowly inside her, exerting rigid control, making her ache for him with every stiff inch. Dakota groaned, her fingers squeaking on the varnished table top as she sought for purchase and pushed back against him.
Miles wrapped his arm around her hip and played with her clit as he thrust in and out of her. Each stroke of his cock hit her G-spot, stealing her breath away. As he pumped into her wet, willing body, he flicked and circled his fingers, driving her higher and higher towards a blistering, mind-shattering orgasm.
She writhed helplessly as hot, shivery waves of bliss washed over her and her pussy clenched around his cock, milking a wild groan from him. As he pumped rapidly into her, drawing out the last spasms of her crisis, his weight pressed against her back and she felt the sharp edges of his teeth against her throat.
She twisted her head to the side, exposing her throat, panting as the aftershocks of her orgasm shuddered through her. Miles bit down, the faint coppery scent of blood reaching her nostrils and the sting in the flesh of her throat shooting straight to her pussy as he marked her.
She was still high on his mark, her skin singing with sensitivity, when she felt Miles’s cock slip out of her. He turned her and cupped her face between his hands, gazing into her eyes. His expression was intense and possessive, and she knew his blood was thrumming with the significance of the moment, just as hers was.
Miles dipped his head and kissed her tenderly, then he lifted her back onto the table, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist so he could slide back inside her in one strong, purposeful thrust.
She twined her arms around his neck as he fucked her, moaning and burying her face in the sweat-damp crook of his neck. He smelled so good – musky and masculine; of clean sweat and of home.
Miles groaned and shuddered – it was obvious that he was close to coming, barely holding back. His skin was fever-hot and his breathing was ragged. His biceps bunched and flexed, his arms caging her in on either side, and he gave a fractured moan that told her he was about to lose control. A sense of raw power swept through her, and with it the fierce, undeniable desire to claim him as her mate.
As Miles came inside her, groaning his release, Dakota sank her teeth into his neck. The thick, metallic taste of blood flooded her tastebuds and Miles’s groan fractured into a broken shout of triumph and pleasure.
They slowly came back to themselves, sore and sticky with sweat but utterly blissed out, Dakota’s stomach grumbled. She felt a fleeting sense of embarrassment, but Miles just helped her to sit upright and kissed her soundly.
“I guess I shouldn’t have thrown our dinner on the floor,” he said sheepishly. “I’d heard that claiming left you pretty hungry.”
Dakota laughed. “We’re in a restaurant,” she reminded him. “I’m sure I can rustle something up.”
She had to laugh again at the look of abject horror on his face.
Chapter Twenty-One
The next morning, the Early Bird restaurant was packed, but Dakota, Miles, Naomi, Baldwin and the cubs managed to find a table. The claiming mark on Dakota’s neck ached pleasantly, and she glowed with pride as she stroked it with her fingers.
“Eww, gross,” Sarah said to her. “Stop it. You’ve got that ‘I’m in love’ look on your face, and I’m about to eat.”
Bryant and Anthea sat across the room from them with a bear family, devouring enormous mountains of pancakes. Bears had huge appetites.
“I’m going to have twelve pancakes,” John announced, looking over the menu. “Look, I can read the menu! Kind of. I know they have pancakes.”
“That’s because they have a picture of pancakes,” Mary said, and stuck her tongue out at him. He tried to hit her, and Dakota yanked her out of her chair.
“No hitting, or no breakfast. John, I am proud that you’re learning to read. And you will start with two pancakes and some bacon, and if you finish them, you can have some more.” She set Mary back in her seat.
Miles looked over his menu. “I’m going to have…” He trailed off and let out a low growl. His eyes sparked with anger.
“What is it?” Dakota asked, and then she followed his gaze out the picture window.
Fifteen male wolves walked in, and Dakota heard Sarah suck in her breath. Dakota didn’t recognize most of them, although she saw Fargo lurking at the back. She had a feeling the rest of them were the wolves who’d arrived on the bus and gone into the eastern territory the day before.