Page 66 of Mating Season
“Is that so?” We smiled. “You still have another day or so to prove yourself.”
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“Why haven’t you claimed me yet?” I dragged my claws lightly across Ranger’s chest, loving the way he shivered under my touch. We were both soaked with sweat. His knot was thick and full inside me, stretching in ways I hadn’t known were biologically possible.
But here we were. Proof it could happen.
Edith was right though in pointing out the unmarred skin on my neck or shoulder where a claiming mark would typically be. Technically I could hide it in other places, but when I took his mark, I wanted to show it off.
“Come here,” Ranger groaned as he pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap. He had a towel ready. We’d made a rhythm of this while the heat ebbed and flowed over the last few days, leaving me deliriously mixed with the urges of my beast at times and strangely lucid during others. Like now when my wolf was resting, utterly spent.
Still want that mark.She yawned before closing her eyes again.
Ranger held me upright as the pressure of his knot eased. It slipped out and our combined fluids dripped down my legs. He cleaned us both up.
I had no clue where he got the towels from–probably Beau who I’d scented on the food and water a few times. Thank the Goddess that he’d made himself scarce though. I hadnotbeen quiet this season.
Ranger laid me on my back and placed a kiss to my pubic bone. His warm hand cupped between my legs while he and my vagina shared a tender moment of silence, ignoring me. It’d become sort of a ritual for him. I was glad they were getting along.
“You’re stalling.” I bit down on my lip as I rocked against his hand, already feeling the heat rising again. This seemed unusually long. The heat should’ve been slowing. But I think I knew why it was still going strong.
“That was fast,” he ignored my heated stare as he licked my swollen clit. There were dark circles under his eyes. I might’ve felt bad, but…
“Why haven’t you claimed me?” My hips bucked off the mattress as he circled my clit with his tongue. Goddess, he was good at this.
He placed his hand on my chest, holding me down and growling in the way that made me pant.
“You haven’t asked me to yet.” He pinched my nipple, making me yelp. The cool kiss of his wet lips replacing the sharp sting was a soothing balm.
I threaded my fingers into his hair, tugging him closer and begging with my body for more. “Am I supposed to have to ask?”
He mumbled something incoherent against my chest which sounded a lot like “topping from the bottom” as his teeth made their way to my other breast.
“So you don’t want to claim me?” I gasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and curled a finger inside my sex to massage my g-spot.
Magic.
Magic cock. Magic fingers. Magic tongue.
“Hands above your head,” he commanded, releasing my breasts. Bossy Ranger was coming out to play. The cool air hit the trail where his spit was drying on my skin, tightening my nipples painfully.
“Are you going to claim me?” I injected a challenge in my tone, trying to see how far I could push this.
“Hands above your head.” He used the palm of his hand to grind against my clit, repeating each word. “Grab your wrist and hold still.”
I slowly raised my arms above me, giving him full access to my body. He’d already proved time and time again that he owned it, so why hadn’t he made it official?
“The heat is making you want things you normally wouldn’t want.” The stubble of his jaw rubbed against the tender skin between my legs.
“No. I definitely want this.” I moaned as he licked a solid stroke with the flat side of his tongue.
The pressure on my asshole made me freeze.
“Tell me, Aspen. Do you want this?” His breath fanned across my core as he gathered wetness, pushing it down south.
My grip slipped on my wrist.
Ranger growled. “I didn’t tell you to move.”