Congratulations started up while everyone tried to ignore the big angry elephant in the room.
Josie faced him, swallowing her nerves.
“You are mine.” His voice was rough with emotion, and his eyes blazed, threatening to light her up faster than dry kindling. The cat inside her purred and pawed.
“Josie is mine,” he boomed, grabbing their attention again, but never taking his gaze from her. “Mine, understand? We’ll discuss what that means for our clan later, but she’s mine and I’m claiming her.” He stalked around the counter, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the door. “And the only fucking baby she’s having is the one I put in her,” he growled, pushing into the dining room.
Josie followed, nearly running to keep up. Not that he’d let her fall behind with the grip he had on her hand.
Her heart pounded at his words. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to finish this transition and make it permanent. Is that what he meant? God, she hoped that’s what he meant.
He stalked past the lobby, his steps eating up the distance between them and his room. At his door, it took him less than a second to get it open. Josie watched it bang the wall with his powerful thrust, and then she was dragged inside. The door slammed shut, and in a blink, Magic had her pinned to the wall, his knee shoved between her legs.
One rough hand gripped her hip while the other held her jaw firmly for his brutal kiss. His lips crashed into her and it was on. She met him move for move, tongue for tongue. His taste invaded her senses and for infinite seconds, he was all she knew.
Mine, her cougar purred, loving every rough touch. The sound erupted from her throat and it spurred him on. Grinding his knee against her hot core, she could have come from just that. The dominance he exerted did something magical to her. Josie was no submissive female. The opposite really. But the way he demanded more from her, like she had no idea what sex was before him, it was fucking beauty in the making.
He broke their kiss, nipping a path along her jaw. “Need you fucking closer,” he hissed. “Need you bare. Fuck. Need you on me, in my mouth, everywhere.”
He jammed a hand past her waistband, not bothering to undo the button. A gasp tore from her lips as his hand made contact with her wet sex.
Magic shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Oh… this’s mine. Sure as fuck, this is mine.” His touch had turned gentle, sliding carefully along her folds and making her quiver.
But he had her reeling when he yanked his hand free of her pants. A determined look on his face, he had them unbuttoned and around her ankles before she took her next breath. She kicked them off, and Magic didn’t waste a moment getting her where he wanted her. His big hands looped around her thighs, lifting her to straddle his hips. She was eager to thrust against him until she could find relief, but that wasn’t what he had in mind.
Bracing one forearm behind her ass, he used the other hand to push her back against the wall. He took a step backward and lifted so her pussy was on display and the wall supported her upper half.
She watched him, wondering what he would do to her. All attention was on the spot between her legs that ached for another touch. But when he gave her just that, she could barely keep from crying out.
Looking down at her, spread wide for him, Magic slid the thumb of his free hand from her throbbing entrance upward until he reached that tender pearl at the top. Circling it, he murmured, “Look at this pussy. So perfect. So ready for me. But not yet. First I’m going to make it sing.”
With the ending of his words, he pressed hard at her clit, massaging the nub, helpless to look away. He was enthralled, and that gave her such a deep satisfaction that she exploded on the movement of his thumb, her vision cutting to black while pleasure wracked her body.
She moaned and it came out a sexy purr that she needed him to hear.
“Aw yes, baby. Look at that. Beautiful.” He didn’t stop his rapid movements until her breath was sawing her lungs.
Moving both hands to her ass, he stepped with her away from the wall. Josie leaned forward, taking his face in her hands and kissed her feelings into him.
He pulled back to look in her eyes, his voice sandpaper rough. “I want to mate you and I’m going to. Do you want that, Josie? Tell me you still want that.”
She wanted this life with him, and she wanted it forever. She’d never been more sure of anything in her life. But…
“But I thought you said you can’t.” What made him change his mind?
“Fuck what I said, woman. Will you be my mate or not?” He was all alpha male in the moment, clearly thrown by what went down in the kitchen, but Josie could see the vulnerability in his question. The crease of worry between his brows. The flicker of doubt in his cat eyes.