He grinned, obviously proud of himself when she finally reached down and ran her fingers through the shoulder length hair on each side of his head, yanking his face up to meet her gaze. “Now! I need you now!” she growled at him.
“Maybe just a bit longer,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“I will kill you,” Libby threatened in all seriousness.
Travis chuckled as he worked his way back up her body, kissing and nibbling her ribs and her nipples along the way. “What is it you need, mate?” he asked, nibbling on her shoulder before looking down at her as she placed her right leg around his waist, resting her foot at the small of his back.
“You. I need you inside me,” she said, her own voice rough as her hips rocked back and forth, her core pressed against his thigh where it rested against her.
“You sure?”
“Yes!” Libby shouted.
“Just so we’re clear. I’m not fucking you. I’m not pleasuring you. I’m claiming you, Libby. I’m going to make you scream my name so many times you may not be able to speak for the rest of the weekend. I’m claiming my mate, and I’m making love to my woman. You will not spend another minute as anything other than mine, claimed and marked for all to see,” Travis growled.
Libby nodded. “Yes. Now,” she said, lifting her head and swiping her hair off to one side to give him unfettered access to her throat, neck, and shoulder. “Now!” she commanded, pushing her hips off the bed and her warmth against his thigh again.
Travis pulled his own hips back enough to allow his cock to slide along her slit. Just as her swollen flesh enveloped him, he felt the opening he was looking for, and thrust forward as hard as he could, not giving himself or Libby time to adjust to his invasion. And he was right. Libby screamed his name.
Male pride caused him to smile smugly as he pulled back his hips to slam into her again, and again.
They were a writhing mass of groping hands, licking, suckling mouths, and heavy pants as they practically climbed each other’s bodies. Both desperate to be sure that this claiming was something they’d neither ever forget or question. As she began to feel that pressure building, that tingle that only Travis had ever been able to gift her with, she grabbed onto his biceps and stared into his face.
Travis looked down into her eyes. Her hips worked as hard as his did. The harder, faster and deeper they went at each other, the better it was for the both of them. They both had something to prove.
Travis refused to break rhythm, this was what would make him whole again. This woman. Only she could do it. The harder he thrust into her, the louder and more constant her keening became. She was panting hard and fast, and his cock began to swell as he felt her tightening around him.
Libby closed her eyes and arched her back, her breasts bowing up toward him, her head thrown back against the pillows, as she was lost to the orgasm he gave her, screaming her pleasure for him to hear.
Travis chose that instant to close the short distance between them and force his fangs through the flesh at just the right spot. That special, sensitive place between the neck and shoulder where she always used to shiver when he kissed it. That’s where his bite would go. The moment she screamed, he struck, causing her to momentarily suck in her breath before adjusting her hold on him and screaming all over again.
Travis didn’t stop, his strokes became faster and more frenzied, feeling his own completion upon him. He unlocked his jaws, letting go of Libby, and looked down at her, grinding his teeth at the intense ecstasy that was about to overtake him. Finally, holding it off was more than he could do. He threw his own head back and roared, the sound surely scattering any wildlife outside the house for at least a mile. As he roared, Libby — still panting heavily and thrusting her own hips up toward his, lifted herself off the pillow and sank her teeth into him, at almost the exact same place he’d bitten her. Travis roared again and wrapped an arm around her, holding her to him as he slowly stopped swinging his hips, and laid them both back down on the bed.
Libby bit harder and harder until she was sure she tasted blood, then she bit even harder than that. That was what Delilah had told her to do when the time came, and she figured a Dragon would surely know what she was talking about when it came to a human mating a shifter. She followed the instructions to a T.
Travis let himself lie on top of Libby, catching his breath, while still supporting enough of his body weight on his arms, leg and knee, not to suffocate her. Once they both began to breathe a little more normally, he lifted his head from her chest and began to clean the claiming mark he’d placed on her. He soothed the wound with his tongue, finally pressing a kiss to the bruised flesh which made Libby immediately break out in a shiver. “Sorry,” he said. “I bruised you.”
Libby lay there with her eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of the final consummation of their union. She turned her head and looked at him, her eyes at about half-mast with the level of satisfaction and exhaustion she was experiencing. “Not as much as I bruised you,” she answered.
Travis smiled at her as he shifted off her body to lie beside her, forcing his arm beneath her and pulling her against his chest. “I love that you marked me, too. I didn’t know if you would.”
“Delilah told me that it didn’t matter that I was human. She said to bite until I tasted blood, then bite some more, but to be careful not to bite all the way through. She said that way anyone who is a shifter and sees my mark, will see that you are mated even if I’m not there, just the way anyone who is a shifter will know that I am mated from yours.”
“Leave it to Delilah to make sure you understood. I should have done that myself,” he said.
“You weren’t able to. She did. It doesn’t matter now,” Libby said, lying contentedly beside him with her head on his chest.
“I love you,” Travis said. “Always have, Libby.”
Libby raised up and rested her chin on her hand on his chest. “I love you, too, Travis.”
“Thank you for not giving up on me,” Travis said.
Libby smiled at Travis, and he began to stroke her back with his fingertips. “Umm, that’s good,” she said, closing her eyes and enjoying him touching her skin.
“You want a quick nap before we get up and get the rest of the day started?” he asked, allowing his fingers to skim over the small of her back and toward the roundness of her bottom.
Libby shook her head slowly with her chin still resting on the back of her hand as she smiled at Travis.
“Ready to get up?” he asked, not sure if she was up to another round, or if she was ready to start the day.
“Yes, but I want you to lie right there,” she said, sitting up and sliding a knee over his hips as she sat on his lower belly.
Travis’s eyes rounded and his Tiger began to rumble deep in his chest. “Libby,” he whispered. They’d made love many times when they were teenagers, but she’d never been brave enough to do more than let him take the lead before. Now, though, it seems she had no problem taking what she wanted.
“Lie there, and let me love you,” she said, scooting back until she felt his hard, swollen cock beneath her. She took him in hand and held him steady while she lowered herself onto him.
Travis lifted his hips as he snarled. “Fuck, Libby!” he exclaimed as she rolled her hips.