Page 69 of Primal

Fuck.

I could survive a bullet but not losing Riley. Never that.

Fate, perhaps, intervened twice this week.

She was mine, and I meant every word. I was dyingto claim her. I couldn’t wait for every shifter in the pack to know Riley Abbott belonged to me. But more importantly, she needed to know I belonged to her.

A nineteen-year-old virgin stole my heart. Claimed my soul. I’d hadn’t known it, but I’d been waiting for her. My whole damn life.

Words were one thing, but actions, another. So I kissed the hell out of her until she clung to me. I lifted her, pulled her from my Jeep, and sat her on the hood. Her legs spread, and I settled between them.

“Cody,” she whispered, rolling her hips back to give me better access. My dick was so hard, I was thankful for the loose sweats. It didn’t do much though because the crown was sticking out above the elastic waist.

Her dad wasn’t getting these pants back.

I breathed in and… fuck. I growled.

“You’re wet. You like the idea of me biting you. Making you mine.”

Her big brown eyes held mine. “Yes.”

I’d been gentle so far. Cautious with her after last night. I was mostly healed. Fully hard.

“Show me.”

Her eyes lit up, perhaps remembering I’d said the exact same thing to her the last time I had her here. Ofcourse, then she’d been tied to the bed. My dick spurted pre-cum at the thought of doing it again.

Instead of balking like last time, she put her hands at the top of her shorts and started to push them down. I stepped back and helped, getting them down and over her feet. Her flip flops fell to the ground with the shorts.

I growled at the sight of her open and pink. Glistening and… all fucking mine.

I held her thighs wide with my palms and leaned over to feast.

She fell back onto one hand, the other tangling in my hair. “Cody!” she cried, my name carrying on the wind.

I didn’t care who heard us. Not up here. Any shifter in these woods would know I was satisfying my mate. I wouldn’t share her, but I had no problem with showing her off. I growled against her tender flesh, licking and flicking her hard little clit in the way I learned she loved. That brought her to the brink.

Her taste healed me in ways the shifter genes couldn’t. I knew she was close. That I was pleasing her. Her hips gyrated, and when I slipped a finger into her tight, dripping heat, she came.

I knew my eyes had changed color. My canines were longer, my wolf desperate to mark her. Myanimal side couldn’t figure out why I was taking so long.

But I had to go slowly. Had to be careful.

Riley was a human–the bite would hurt her. I had to be careful not to go too deep. Not to hit an artery. I would leave a permanent scar.

I licked and petted, kissed, and worked my way up her body until our mouths met. Until she tasted the nectar I craved.Her.

“Wow.” She blinked and slowly smiled. My wolf puffed its chest out and howled in how we’d satisfied our mate. When she pushed herself back up to sitting–I’d never sell this car now that her wet pussy was smearing her goodness all over it–she said, “What about you?” Her gaze dropped to my dick which had been dripping pre-cum onto my stomach.

I shook my head. “You think I’m done with you?”

A beautiful smile split her face.

“I’ll never be done with you. Idefinitelywant in that perfect pussy, sugar. And then I’m going to mark you as mine.”

A mischievous glint appeared.

With the agility of a former cheerleader, she swung her leg up and around me, so she could jump to the ground.