The Mate Mistake(The Woolven Secret 3)(35)

His eyes were still wild and he opened his muzzle and roared with a ferocity that shook the whole building.

"I'm safe," she said again.

He reached down with his giant claws and plucked her from the bath, holding her high and nosing all over her body. Obviously searching her for some damage, some wound.

She reached out tentative fingers and pushed her hands through his pelt. His fur was like raw silk.

Belle loved how strong he was, how he held her aloft with no effort. She was entranced by the way his fur felt against her nakedness. And she didn't know if it was leftover pleasure from the endorphins in the bath, or if she was actually considering asking this angry werewolf to fuck her against the wall because it was the best thing she could imagine.

He pressed her against the wall and froze. His head cocked to the side and he lifted his snout to scent the air.

There was a question in his eyes. The rage was gone.

She forgot he could smell her desire.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh yeah, baby."

His cock was already hard, nudging at her opening and she was torn between being impressed and a little intimidated. All of Parker's body, she could say with authority, got bigger when he was Changed into warrior form.

All. Of. It.

Parker was pretty strapped to begin with, and this was inhuman.

Of course, so was she.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he didn't need any further invitation. He pushed into her, and she knew a moment of bliss so pure, so right, that it obliterated all other sensation. It was even better than the blood.

His tongue was rough and warm as he licked the blood from her skin. A low growl started in the back of his throat that she'd come to identify as a kind of purr.

Holy gods above, and devils below, but that werewolf tongue on her nipples was going to make her come before his cock could.

"Parker," she cried, her nails digging into his flesh.

His claws scored her hips, but she didn't care. His momentum was frenzied and every thrust hit the core of her, sending pleasure radiating in shivering spirals through her body.

"Fly with me," she whispered. They were both so close.

With another roar, his jaws closed around her throat.

It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was nothing like the other times he'd bitten her. It was a thousand times more potent. This time, she could feel his venom penetrating her skin, mingling with her blood, and she wanted it. She wanted everything he could give her.

She didn't care if it was poison, she didn't care if his bite scarred—no, she wanted it to. She wanted his mark on her throat always and forever.

And she wanted to mark him the same.

Her fangs descended and she tore into the soft place where his neck met his shoulder. She bit down hard and tasted his blood—just like drinking sweet sunshine.

His muscles seemed to all flex at once, pushing more of his pulsing blood into her mouth. She was flooded with his memories, his hopes, his dreams, and his emotion. She was filling up with everything Parker.

As the sensations and bliss ebbed, Parker slowly regained his human form. His face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his hair was damp, and he leaned his forehead against hers.

She was just as drained and overwhelmed, but content somehow, too.

They shared a long moment of silence, just looking into each other's eyes. When she thought it was finally going to be too much, he smiled.

Belle couldn't help but think again, of all the treasures she'd seen in the world, none were as beautiful as Parker Woolven.

"I think that's going to stick," he said, and pressed his lips to the mark on her neck.

She shivered. "Wow, that's even more sensitive. I thought scar tissue was supposed to be—"

He grazed his fingers over it and she felt it all the way to her clit.

"Gods, don't do that."

"No?" His fingers crept closer to it and the heat of his touch was a brand.

"Okay, do it again," she purred.

He closed his mouth over the mark and sucked.

Another orgasm rolled over in fire and brimstone.

"So I may actually die," she gasped.

"Well, I can't have that." He pulled back and studied her face. "What happened? I heard a scream and then suddenly I'm in my warrior form trying to fuck you through the wall."

"The Asakku knew I was here."

"How?"

She shrugged and shook her head. "Who knows. It doesn't matter. I used some of the magic Westwood has been teaching me and I hurt him. I saved myself."

"I'm torn between hoping you turned that fucker to dust and wishing he and I could've had a conversation."

"A conversation?" Panic clawed at her throat.

"Yeah, a conversation."

"What, where you tell him to back off or else?" She snorted, trying to be calm. It wasn't that she didn't believe in Parker; he was strong. But the Asakku were old and powerful.