Mate Marked(46)

“Most of the time, Marcus is a flaming dickhead, but every once in a while he’ll do something that surprises me,” Roman said.

“After you Mate-Mark me…then what?” she asked. “Where would we live?”

“We’ll stay here,” Roman said. “We’ll apply to share pack land and we’ll start building houses. The other pack members want to settle down. They’ve been hinting at it for a while, I realize that now, I just wasn’t ready to hear it. We’ll still be a pack that’s a refuge for misfits and outcasts. I hope you can live with that.”

She laughed. “Live with it? I’m a misfit and an outcast myself.”

“Not an outcast anymore.” He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face up towards him, and plunged his mouth hungrily onto hers.

His kisses were slow, sweet and drugging as he stripped away her sweatpants and T-shirt, leaving her naked to his gaze. This time she felt no self-consciousness. He loved her. Even if he hadn’t said the words, the look in his eyes would have been enough. His gaze lingered adoringly on her full breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the patch of reddish curls between her plump thighs. His erection stood up stiff and proud, a single, pearly drop of precum at the tip a testament to how badly he wanted her. She felt so weak with desire she was surprised her legs were capable of holding her up. Her heart tripped erratically in her chest.

He’d said their pack—their pack—would be a haven for misfits and outcasts. It was all she’d ever wanted. A place to belong. And Roman wanted her not in spite of her oddities, but because they were part of who she was. Her heart swelled as he lifted her gently in his arms and laid her down on the smooth stone.

His lips were firm and commanding as he explored the contours of her body, suckling her nipple, then lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. He ran his fingers over her skin with whisper-soft tenderness, chuckling when she squirmed wantonly beneath his touch and parted her legs. He inhaled deeply, a growl rumbling in his broad, muscular chest when he scented her arousal.

Chelsea stroked his hair, half-swooning with pleasure as he worked his way down her body, settling between her thighs so he could lap at her core. Chelsea moaned and thrashed her head from side to side as he circled her clit with the point of his tongue then sucked hard as her she pulsated against his lips.

He drove his tongue between her slick folds, strumming her clit with his fingers until she arched against him, gasping and crying out as judders of sensation rocked through her body and she clenched and throbbed against his mouth.

He continued to lick her until her tremors subsided and she was left limp and satisfied, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave a final, heartfelt groan.

As she allowed her eyes to drift open again, Roman settled himself on top of her, a warm, welcome weight. He gazed down at her with a lovestruck intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His mouth and chin were shiny with her juices, and when he kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips. Their tongues tangled and dueled, and then Roman was positioning himself against her entrance, and she felt her pussy clenching greedily, eager for his intrusion.

She parted her legs further, welcoming him inside, and he pushed into her with a gentle strength that made her cry out softly, wrapping her arms and legs around him to hold him close.

He moved smoothly inside her, each thrust driving her higher, the sensations delicious and bewildering and like nothing she’d ever felt before. Though gentle, his possession was thorough and absolute. He filled her, completed her, driving her to breathless heights of excitement that had her digging her fingers into his taut, flexing buttocks and urging him inside again and again.

His breathing was labored, and he buried his face against her throat, groaning softly with each fresh intrusion into her tight, wet core.

Chelsea hooked her knee high on his hip, opening herself to him even further, urging him on with sweet, incomprehensible words of encouragement and desire.

And then, just as she was trembling on the edge of an orgasm that threatened to whip away her senses, she felt the sharp edge of his teeth against her throat.

It was unbearably intimate. The sense of vulnerability. The sheer trust of allowing this huge, dominant male to hold her pulse point between his teeth. She tilted her head to one side in an unmistakable message of surrender. I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me. Kiss me. Kill me. Mate me. Mark me. Take me.

Roman nuzzled against her throat, then sank his teeth into the soft flesh. A quick, sharp pain, then a wave of bliss washed over her and she came, over and over again, sobbing with sensation and love and relief as Roman drove inside her, teeth locked in her throat, tremors of sensation racking him until he stilled and groaned, releasing her from his mouth. He thrust once more, his face drawn in lines of agonized bliss, then howled his release, clutching at her damp skin, wild and utterly lost in her body.