“I’m sorry.” He bit down on his bottom lip to force control on himself. “I shouldn’t have plowed in there like that.” Damn it, he was such an asshole…
“Don’t you dare apologize. I love it. I want more. What are you waiting for?”
“Ha.” The girl might be trying to kill him. “All right.”
Truth was it would have been hard to stop him from moving. He fit inside of her like a glove, like he had been made to be there, which he supposed he had. Betsy moved her hips, and he surged forward, even deeper into her core.
He closed his eyes, sweat forming on his forehead. This was what coming home felt like.
Cyrus jerked his cock out of her, rubbing against her clit as he did. She dug her fingers into his back. “More.”
He opened his eyes to find her heated gaze on him. “As my mate commands.”
Repeating the movement, he was once again rewarded with Betsy’s pleasure sounds. Gasps, moans, and the repeated litany of his name from her lips created a sexual soundtrack he knew would play over and over in his mind. Or at least he hoped it would. Nothing had ever sounded so beautiful.
His balls tightened, and he clenched his teeth. Not yet. Damn it. Betsy’s pussy squeezed him tight, milking him with every movement and making it harder to maintain his cool.
Pushing in and out of her, he found a rhythm that she liked. Looking down at her, he couldn’t get over how lucky he was to have her there, to have been given this gift.
With one hand, he gripped the headboard, shaking it with every thrust. He held on by a very thin shred of control.
“Cyrus.” Wow, he really loved how she said his name. “Please don’t hang back, darling. You don’t have to be in control all the time.”
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, and he was lost. Any control he had over his movements ceased to exist. There was only Betsy in the universe. Time disappeared, and as he moved in and out of her, he was vaguely aware of the fangs in his mouth descended. When he’d bitten her earlier, it had been with his regular teeth. This time he would mark her, make her his permanently.
He jerked forward, going deeper inside of her, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer. Cyrus fought a losing battle. But—oh by everything in the universe—he wanted her to come first. She cried out his name, her muscles pulsating around him, and her juices wetting him with her warmth. Betsy was heat—molten lava—and he was drawn into her flames gladly. Maybe he could exist inside of her forever.
With that thought, he lost it. His balls tightened to the point of pain, and he came over and over again inside of her. His opened his eyes and found what he searched for—the spot on her shoulder that would show she belonged to him. Yes, he knew what he needed to complete this, to take her in the way of his kind.
Cyrus shook his head and howled his human side battling him in the marking. He did not want to hurt her, and that was what he was going to do if he let go of his control. She had delicate, porcelain skin. His wolf teeth couldn’t tear into her, not like this.
“Damn it.” Betsy clenched her thighs around him. “Bite me. Don’t make me beg you for what we both need.”
How did she know the battle that raged inside of him? Her words had given him permission, so he bit down on her. She jerked beneath him, and he felt like the worst soul on earth. But then her muscles spasmed around his cock again. It took him a minute to realize she’d come again. He swallowed and tried to make sense of what had happened. His mind fogged over, and it was hard to think.
Betsy writhed beneath him, and he stroked the top of her head. He still couldn’t let go of where he’d bitten her. She’d liked it. That much he could grasp, but why he couldn’t release her didn’t make any sense. He growled and finally released her.
The marking was customary. All male werewolves did it to their mates, but no one had ever told him what that would be like. The line between man and wolf had thinned, even more so than when he made the change on full moons, but Cyrus was an Alpha. He never lost control of himself, even to the animal. What the hell had happened?
Betsy panted, kissing his chest in between words. “That was… Wow. That was just wow.”
He’d come hard enough that he should be passed out in exhausted bliss, but all he could think about was how close he had come to tearing the skin from her body, the way he had been brought to the edge. That couldn’t happen again. Was he some kind of monster?
Cyrus kissed the top of her head, and drew her to him so he could look at the damage to her shoulder. He leaned down and licked it. Some of the healing properties of his wolf saliva were always present, even when he wore his human form. Maybe it would help.