I looked around the table at my brothers and sisters. Their faces were full of the same fury I felt raging within me. When the votes were in, and the gavel dropped, it became official. The Dark Leopards MC was at war with a skulk of gray fox shifters. Lucky for us, we had an inside woman that could give us the information we needed to attack.
After I dismissed church, I went back to my room. My body was tired, and the wounds on my back were starting to itch from healing so fast. I planned to get a good night’s sleep because I wasn’t sure when I was going to get another one.
Kitty left as soon as he saw me approach. He nodded silently and walked away. I opened my door and drew in a deep breath. My mate’s scent permeated the room. It was intoxicating. She smelled of earth and soap, with a faintly sweet smell underneath. My dick hardened in my shorts, and I pulled them off before climbing back into bed beside her.
She stiffened when I pulled her against me, slightly waking up from the movement.
“Shhhhh, it’s just me, Twistie.” I kissed her bare shoulder, resisting the urge to bite her and fully claim her as mine. My cat was ready to mark her, breed her, but I knew I needed to wait. She’d had enough trauma in her life under her stepfather. I wouldn’t claim her until she asked me to.
“What’s going on?” she whispered, turning over in my arms.
“I had church to discuss what’s going to happen.” I wasn’t going to keep it from her. I’d need her information about the compound she grew up in. All the players.
“What happened?” Her hand rested on my chest, her worry evident in her eyes.
“Nothing you need to worry about tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough.” It was already tomorrow, with it being two o’clock in the morning, but she knew what I meant. We both needed some rest because we were attacking after sunset tonight. I was just hoping we wouldn’t be too late to get her mom out safely.
She looked like she was going to push for more information, so I decided the best way for both of us to relax was to give her a good orgasm. I leaned down and captured her lips in a firm kiss. My tongue plundered her sweet mouth, tasting her, devouring her. I couldn’t get enough.
Her moans of pleasure and shuddering breaths were like music to my ears, better than any album I’d ever heard. I wanted her so fucking bad. The mate bond between us was tightening and strengthening with every kiss. Once I was inside her, I knew it would be like coming home.
I rolled her to her back and kissed down her neck to her chest. My tongue wrapped around each of her nipples in turn as I teased and tasted her. Her hips writhed beneath me with every lash of my tongue and nibble of my teeth. She whimpered in need when I bit down hard on her soft peak.
Twistie’s fingers threaded through my hair as I moved farther down her body. The smell of her arousal heightened my own. I couldn’t wait to taste her, all of her. I used my thumbs to open her fleshy lips, then dragged my tongue up from her opening to her clit. She threw her head back, arching up into my mouth, silently begging for more. I gave it.
I brought her right to the edge of an orgasm. Her long hair was fanned out on the pillow, and her breasts were heaving with her excited, choppy breaths. She was ready to go over. The grip she had on my hair told me she was more than ready to crash into blissful ecstasy. Briefly, I wondered if she knew how fucking beautiful she was. I doubted it. She was too busy trying to survive and get by to worry about something as trivial as her appearance. Her strength made her that more appealing.
“You’re mine, Camilla,” I growled against her core. “My mate. Say it.”
She nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours.” Her hips bucked beneath me, wanting me to push her over the edge.
“Tell me.” I wanted her acknowledgment that I was her mate. I wanted her to own what that meant. I needed to hear her own it.
Her eyes were clouded with lust and desire. I could see the war within her. She was so used to being the strong one, the one others depended on for safety. She was born to be the mate of an alpha. To be my mate.
“Yes, I’m yours. Your mate.”
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After I said the words, an orgasm stronger than I’ve ever felt before, ripped through my body. Six’s body held me down as I convulsed beneath him. When the waves of pleasure subsided, I became aware that he was softly stroking me, letting my body fall back to earth after I’d been catapulted out of the world by our combined need.
“Holy hell,” I muttered and twisted my hips as his finger accidentally brushed against my clit, causing a jolt of pleasured pain to shock through my system.
He allowed me to move, but only briefly. His hard length glided across my wet slit; I moaned and thrust my hips toward him. I needed him inside me. I needed everything he could give me. Release from my sexual frustration. Release from the pain of my past. Release from the world that had kept me caged so long. Six had me pinned down, but I’d never felt freer.
“Please,” I gasped when his cock head brushed over that sensitive bundle again.
Six wasted no time adjusting his angle and sliding deep inside
