Every Miraculous Moment (Hyena Heat #6)

Their bodies were wed tightly, linked in the most intimate of ways. And then he canted his hips and slid from her, just until the thick head of him was the only part inside. She urged him forward with her legs, tugging on his hips as she dug her nails into his shoulders. His eyes were completely amber, and she could see his fangs through his parted lips as he began to move inside her, fucking her slowly.

Her dragon trilled, and the sound spilled from her lips. Her beast was finally happy after so many years being tied to the wrong person. Mack was exactly what she needed, and the thought passed through her mind to mark him. Wolves marked, but they bit. Dragons only marked when their mate was a match born of fate – not arranged. She bore no marks from her ex, and was thankful she didn’t have a single reminder of the years under his thumb. But what she did have was the knowledge that Mack was chosen by her dragon.

Mack moved faster, stroking into her fast and deep, their bodies moving together as if they were old lovers. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to hold her so tight and fuck her so perfectly. The rumble that had been building in his chest since the moment their bodies touched was growing louder, his chest vibrating as she slid her palms against his smooth skin.

“Give me your neck, Miracle,” he said, his voice low and deep. “Let me make you mine in truth.”

She tilted her head and began to move her hips more earnestly, meeting his thrusts and rolling her hips so his body rubbed her clit just right. She didn’t think it was possible to come a second time, so soon after the first; but she was heading right for another height of pleasure, anxious to come while he was inside her.

“I’m yours, Mack,” she whispered, her voice rough and her heart pounding. He snarled as he lowered his head, his lips rubbing lightly up and down her throat before he fit his teeth in the place between her neck and shoulder, and bit. She let out a sharp cry at the pain as his fangs broke through her skin and sank deep, but the hurt eased immediately and was replaced with a tingling warmth that spread through her. Her dragon roared in her mind, demanding to mark him as their perfect mate, so she did. Her claws emerged, and she curled them into his left bicep, slashing in a smooth arc and flexing into the meat of his arm as the venom in their tips marked him permanently.

Mack lifted from her throat and began to fuck her even harder, slamming into her, holding her so tightly she could do nothing but relax and take every inch of him, again and again. She fell quickly toward climax, her pussy clutching him rhythmically. He faltered in his fast pace, and his cock thickened. He roared as he came. She felt the heat of his come as he climaxed inside her, and it set off her orgasm. She threw back her head and screamed his name, releasing her claws from his arm and grasping the shower rod for leverage as she rolled her hips and hugged him close with her legs.

He pressed his head against her shoulder, kissing the place where he’d marked her. “You’re amazing,” he said hoarsely.

“You are too,” she said, kissing his temple and then his cheek. Releasing her hold on the rod, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Damn it, Mack, you rocked my world.”

“That’s not a bad thing, right?”

“Not at all. If round two is anything like round one, we’re going to have a very good time.”

He eased her off his cock and set her on the floor outside of the tub. She grabbed the towels off the rack as he turned off the water and joined her on the rug. “You don’t mind that I marked you?” he asked, rubbing his hair with the towel she gave him.

“Of course not. I know what we are. It felt right. You don’t mind that I marked you?”

He looked down at the mark on his arm. It reminded her of a single flame, the way it would curl and twist. “I’m glad you did. If I’d had any blood left in my brain, I would have asked you what dragons did to mark their mates.”

She rubbed her hair with the towel and turned to face the mirror so she could see the mark at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Mack set his palm on her shoulder and rubbed his thumb along her skin. “This will scar. It will tell anyone who sees it that you’ve got a wolf for a mate. I feel like you’re my second chance at happiness, Miracle. I want to do everything right and be the best mate to you.”

He’d saved her life, made her come twice, and then he’d claimed her.

“You already are the best.”

“Aw, babe,” he said as he swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “I promise that was just the tip of the iceberg of how good I’ll be to you. In a moment, we went from being strangers to being marked mates. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”

He laid her down on the bed and she grinned as she spread her legs. “You could put your face here for about an hour.”

He chuckled. “Just an hour?”

“As long as you like.”

“As long as you like,” he said, his voice rumbling with his wolf as he prowled up the bed between her legs.





Chapter 6





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