Free Tempting His Mate by Savannah Stuart Page A

whisper.
    “Inside me.” She could barely think as he stroked one finger, then two, in and out of her. The rhythm was perfect yet somehow not enough. She needed his thickness inside her. “Tease later,” she somehow managed.
    His response was a growl as he lifted up from her.
    Before she had time to mourn the loss of him, he’d shucked his pants and boxers and grabbed onto her hips as he settled between her spread thighs.
    She drank in the sight of him as she pushed up. Running her hands over his ripped, muscular abs and chest, she savored the feel of all that strength under her fingertips. She barely had time to appreciate his hard length before he pushed into her.
    She was already wet, but she instinctively clutched onto his shoulders as he buried himself balls deep. He didn’t give her a chance to adjust as he crushed his mouth over hers and began thrusting.
    His kisses were harsh and demanding, in perfect sync with each drive inside her. She met him stroke for stroke, taking all he had to offer. When he reached between their bodies and tweaked her clit, she lost it.
    She’d wanted to hold out just a little longer, to savor the feel of him filling her, but he pushed her over the edge. The pressure on her sensitized nub was too much. Burying her face against his neck, she raked her canines against his skin as she came. She didn’t pierce the skin deep, but she needed to mark him, to stake her claim so everyone in the pack knew this male was hers.
    Hers.
    She wanted to punch all her stupid insecurities in the face for holding her back from this . From Asher. Because this was a male worth fighting for. Something she’d known all along, but had been too scared to admit—even to herself.
    “Oh, God, sweetheart,” he growled as she continued to climax around him.
    As she came down from her high, he let out a loud shout, one she was sure the entire complex could hear, as he emptied himself inside her. Just as she’d done, he buried his face against her neck, nipping and teasing with his teeth and mouth as he came. His teeth raked over the sensitive area where her neck and shoulder met as he made a claim of his own.
    His orgasm seemed to go on forever as he slammed into her, over and over, murmuring her name like a prayer.
    Once he was done, he collapsed on the bed, rolling their bodies so that she was splayed on top of him. He was still buried inside her. Though he was half-hard, she knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready for round two. And something told her that this time he wouldn’t have a problem teasing her until she was ready to scream. Now that he’d taken off that initial edge, he’d want to torment her in the best way possible. Yeah, he’d probably ‘punish’ her for her defiance earlier. She couldn’t wait.
    Propping her chin up on her hands, she looked down at him. His green eyes were slits as he watched her, the pleasure in his expression so clear it warmed her everywhere.
    “You’re mine Ella,” he growled and she felt the rumble go through her. “I know it’s probably too soon to say it, but it’s true. I’m not letting you go. I want to let this thing between us build and get to know each other but…I’m in this for the long haul. My wolf knows it and I know it.”
    Elation like she’d never imagined filled her and she didn’t bother fighting the grin spreading across her face. “I’m not letting you go either. The connection I feel with you, it feels like…” She trailed off, wondering if she was insane. It didn’t seem to matter that he was a wolf and she was a jaguar. Her heart knew what it wanted.
    “The mating call,” he murmured, no hesitation in his voice.
    His words set something free inside her. She was so glad she wasn’t alone in feeling that crazy intense pull. She’d heard about the pull before, but never imagined it would be so strong. Now that she’d stopped fighting her own stupidity and embraced it, she knew exactly what it was. “Yeah,” she