He wants more.
He gazed down at her, not speaking. Jane licked her lips. Her mouth was so dry. Just how much screaming and moaning had she been doing?
He slowly lowered her to the floor and pulled out of her. She gasped at that withdrawal, hating it because…
I wasn’t done.
“Don’t worry, baby,” His voice was a rough rasp that just made her ache more. “I’m not done.”
She couldn’t look away from his gaze. I can see his darkness. I can feel it all around me.
But…Jane wasn’t scared.
“Turn around,” Aidan ordered.
She turned around, moving to face the bar. A mirror was behind that bar, reflecting her image back to Jane. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes gleamed, and her hair was tousled around her head. She could see her breasts, the pink tips were thrusting forward, still aroused. Still desperate for more.
“Put your hands on the bar.”
Her hands flattened on the bar.
“The vamp in me had you his way.” His voice was so rough. So deep.
The vamp in me…He’d just admitted what he was. She should say something. Do something—
“Now…” He caught her hair in his hand and pulled it to the side, baring the curve of her right shoulder. He pressed a kiss there and she felt the hot caress of his breath on her skin. “Now it’s the wolf’s turn.”
Her breath hitched. She felt his cock against her ass.
“Lean forward more,” he told her.
She leaned forward. His hand slid around her body and his fingers stroked her breast. She arched into his touch, wanting so much more.
“Spread your legs.”
She did.
“Wider.”
She loved the dark rumble of his voice. Her gaze was on the mirror. On him, on them, as he leaned over her.
His hand slid down her body, moving to her sex.
“So ready, soft and slick.” His breath feathered over her once more. “Do you know…what it means when a werewolf marks his lover right…” He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder met. “Here?”
Jane shook her head. She couldn’t look away from their reflection in that glass. He’d bit her there before. Had that been a marking?
“Biting here means the werewolf has his mate. It’s a claiming. A marking. One that goes far beneath the skin and straight to the soul.”
Jane swallowed. His cock pushed against her. His fingers slid over her clit, stroking her arousal to a fever pitch once again.
“You already have my soul, Jane.” He pressed a kiss to her skin even as his fingers kept stroking, harder now, and Jane rose onto her tip-toes with a gasp. Another climax was building, so close. So—
“You have my soul, my heart, and every fucking bit of darkness in me.” He nipped her. Not a vampire bite. Different. Rougher. A flash of quick pain caught her off-guard. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at his reflection.
His head lifted and he stared at her in the mirror. A smile—slightly cruel and wolfish—curled his lips. “Can you handle me? All of me?”
Before she could answer, his hand slid away from her clit. She was left on the edge of her orgasm, every muscle in her body tight and quivering. “Aidan!”
He lifted up her hips and he drove his cock into her sex, plunged balls deep. Her hands fisted over the bar top. “Can you?” Aidan demanded, voice nearly that of a stranger. Too rough.
She kept staring into the mirror. Staring at him. “I can…” Her breath panted. “I can handle everything you’ve got.”
He smiled.
Then he bit her. No, marked her. Because this bite was different. His teeth clamped over the curve of her shoulder as he withdrew, then thrust deep. He took her frantically, driving fast over and over, and Jane wasn’t on the edge of her orgasm any longer. The climax slammed into her, rolling through her whole body and she shuddered again and again.
Her sex contracted around his cock, but he didn’t come, didn’t slow, didn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts became harder. He was growling behind her, rough, animalistic sounds. And when his hands slapped down on the bar near hers—when he caged her there with his body—she saw his claws.
The beast was out. And he was claiming his mate.
Only fair. I’m claiming him, too.
Her hands grabbed his. Locked with his. And Jane was stunned to see claws burst from the tips of her fingers. “Aidan!”
He slammed into her, lifting her up with the force of his thrusts. Her orgasm kept sweeping through her, and every thrust just had the pleasure surging hotter. Her body was so sensitive now, so completely tuned to his.
They were moving together, a rhythm that was too wild and fast but somehow seemed utterly perfect. She wanted that moment to last forever, for the pleasure to never end, but Aidan plunged into her once more, a thrust that took her completely off her feet, and then he roared her name as he came.
This climax hit her harder, sharper, and Jane gasped as her body fell forward. Her head sagged and her drumming heartbeat echoed around her.