On the Prowl by Kate Rudolph

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Andre wason the edge of coming, and if he didn't take control of the situation, it would be over before it began. If they had all night, he would've reveled in the pleasure, knowing he had time to recover to bring his mate to the heights of desire over and over again.

But they didn't have all night. A plan was afoot, and these were stolen moments before danger came their way.

He shut the water off and helped Em to her feet.

Her lips were swollen, and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her. Why would he? It was everything he wanted in this world.

He backed her up against the shower wall and pressed his body flat against hers. Their lips moved together, and his body thrust against her stomach. It wasn't enough pressure. But it was close. And if he wasn't careful, he was still in danger of coming.

Andre tore himself away again. The room was cooling fast despite the heat of the shower, and he didn't want his mate shivering with cold. Not when she should be shivering with pleasure. They stepped out of the sumptuous shower and he handed her a towel and took one for himself. But she barely had it wrapped around herself before he swept her off of her feet and walked her to the gigantic bed they were sharing.

There was still a faint hint of blood in the room, despite Vi's magic. But the clean scent of soap was starting to overpower it, along with the scent of his mate.

Andre growled in pleasure. This was what it was meant to be.

He set Em down on the bed and her towel flipped open, revealing her naked form to him.

Yes. This.

Her body wasn't changed by becoming a werewolf, though the wounds inflicted by the shadow beast were nothing more than the faintest scars. Andre knelt between her legs and ran his lips over those scars, trying to take away the memory of the pain.

It wasn't enough. Nothing would ever be enough. He had failed in keeping her safe.

And as if his mate sensed the direction of his thoughts, she ran her fingers through his hair and tugged him up so that she could kiss him.

Kissing her was a pleasure unto itself. He could lose himself in the feel of their lips pressed together and never want for more.

At least, not until he thought about his cock and the feel of her tight heat wrapped around him.

"I'm your mate," Em said between kisses.

Andre just groaned.

"Make it real." It was a demand.

It was one that Andre wanted to obey more than he wanted to breathe. But something still made him ask. "Are you sure?" They didn't really know the repercussions. It was also new.

"Bite me before I bite you," was her threat and a promise, her eyes glowing with wolfish magic.

"I will," he said. But not quite yet. Not till they were completely joined together.

Andre reached down and found the apex of Em's sex already wet and ready for him. He prepared her, his fingers delving inside as he heard her moans.

And then he was sliding into her, his mind blanking in pleasure as her tight heat engulfed him.

Was this what it meant to be mated? This kind of joining that somehow felt closer than anything he'd ever experienced in his life?

Andre didn't know. But he was certain that Em was it for him. No matter what happened, she was his mate just as he was hers, and there was no turning back from that.

He began to move and she moved with him, her fingers clutching tightly, now strong enough to leave bruises. She was stronger as a werewolf and she would learn to control that strength as time went on, but he would gladly wear her marks wherever she wanted to leave them.

He could feel his teeth getting sharper. He didn't know how it worked, or why he could summon things while in his human form when he couldn't do it at any other time.

Now was not the time to question things.

As he plunged deep inside of her and she began to ripple around him, he sank his teeth into her neck and left his Mark. He tasted her blood, but only for a minute before pulling away.

And when he pulled away, he was shocked to feel Em's teeth brushing against him, and she returned the favor and bit into his neck, marking him for herself.

It pushed Andre over the edge and he emptied himself inside of her.

They collapsed back onto the bed, spent and marked from their lovemaking.

Andre could barely string two thoughts together, so he was surprised when Em spoke. "Do you think Vi's plan is going to work?"

He didn't know. But he refused to let doubt dampen the mood. "It has to work. It's the only way I get forever with you."